“Was not their mistake once more bred of the life of slavery that they had been living?—a life which was always looking upon everything, except mankind, animate and inanimate—‘nature,’ as people used to call it—as one thing, and mankind as another, it was natural to people thinking in this way, that they should try to make ‘nature’ their slave, since they thought ‘nature’ was something outside them” — William Morris


Thursday, March 10, 2011

Christian Hawkey


Today I finally get to meet the poet Christian Hawkey, who sent me his new book Citizen Of and a highly encrypted (I like it!) message containing a torn page from a book featuring images of angles of vision and an extraordinary poem. His poetics seems to be one part strangeness and another part intimacy. I like it an awful lot.

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