Thursday, May 20, 2010

3 Romanian Poets ~ an e sampler

A sampler of 3 fine Romanian Poets who are about to read in the UK. See below for full details.

If you are interested in submitting work or short pieces for publication by the Red Ceilings Press then do as etc. etc.




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3 Romanian Poets

3am magazine presents contemporary Romanian poetry -

Elena Vladareanu, Ruxandra Novac and Adrian Urmanov.

The Rich Mix arts centre, London (Shoreditch / Brick Lane)
Saturday May 29th - 7pm - Entrance free to all www.richmix.org.uk

For the first of the Maintenant interview series readings 3am magazine presents three of the most exciting and acerbic contemporary poets emerging from Romania since the millennium. Challenging, caustic and resolute, their poetry retains the dark humour so prevalent under dictatorship with the utterly modern vernacular of a generation that has come to fruition post-1989. Attacks on misogyny, sexual repression, political idealism and linguistic correctness are interspersed with exactingly crafted free poetry, literary and resounding, distinct for it’s energy and image, and despite a textual tendency to the climactic, this reading will remain very much literary in style. Performing as part of a national tour, this is a chance to see the brightest young talent from a distinct and vivid European poetical tradition.

Selections of their work have recently been published by Cleaves Journal

Interviews with each poet are available here at 3am, Cadaverine and Pomegranate magazines respectively.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

De:sire is ~ Ed Baker

We are delighted to announce the latest offering from The Red Ceiling Press, an e series of online and downloadable booklets.

De:sire is by Ed Baker

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Sunday, May 9, 2010

(Cod) ~ S J Fowler


the child cries
who will fill it’s mouth with earth?
I - a year out
I who listens neither too keen or distant
I, as required
and lo!
it is though she is dead already
fate inhales your departure
how fortunate we were to have had the news
it was as though the kid were never born
the pocketsbooks have burned
nothing of her but ribbons
and a scorched silhouette
lined in clay mud, and lye
pay this shadow mind
it’ll rain soon


(translation) ~ S J Fowler


theology once believed that translation
could mean direct removal to heaven

of the body without intervening death
all to often this is the case in translation

the phrase we use is hazardous
twenty first century men of good mind

and good will must talk to each other
or die. We believe in the highest speech



(Markowski) ~ SJ Fowler


a Pole is inconceivable
without a horse
his love for horses
exceeds even the hungarians
to his detriment
he persisted in this love too long
military history contains the account
of a final attack
in which Polish lancers
rode out against tanks
and so it is of honourable death
we cannot keep track
pinned as it is in outline
to the mud and grass
freshly cut by the chains
of racing caterpillars


Friday, May 7, 2010

Mirror of Articulated Wanderings ~ Felino A Soriano

We are delighted to announce the latest offering from The Red Ceiling Press, an e series of online and downloadable booklets.

Mirror of Articulated Wanderings by Felino A Soriano


If you are interested in submitting work for publication please email the red ceilings at theredceilings@googlemail.com






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Numbers ~ Simon Howard

It's a great pleasure to announce Simon's Numbers, which was originally published by the Red Ceilings Press as part of its e series, is now available in print from The Knives, Forks and Spoons Press. A fab book by one of England's most thought provoking poets.

Visit Simon's fascinating blog walkingintheceiling for more..

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Approbations 195 ~ Felino A. Soriano


—after Wayne Shorter’s Dance Cadaverous



Said of soil’s
slow-dance, apocalyptic version of a young life curtailed, the saddened blatant wrongness
in which a word’s
vertebrae
bends into solicited corruption, irrelevant definition on
first-page royalty,
thus, the worded
wardrobe leaving a tongue’s taut but analytic
mutation
wears itself as independently mystic, foregoing
unkempt reality, forsaking desire to alter variances,
choosing sedentary freedom above
wearable notions of deliverable, translucent newness.