Thursday, March 31, 2011

The way the pen sticks ~ Rupert M Loydell

Funny is foil to forgetting
self-sabotaging betrayal.

Believe what we hope
threatens to numb both ways.

Words surge into things.
Letters might bring sleep,

we might have something
to say to each other,

contrary to intention.
At most we would laugh.

On our way ~ Rupert M Loydell

I am starting to be an old man,
will not get out of here alive.

Something shocking;
no other possibilities.

Techno slowed
to merely a pulse,

an improvised song
within the mid-range

lost between bass
and high notes.

Dry leaves underfoot
and a dog snoring.

The slow turning of pages
and the emptiness of evenings.

Cars in the distance.
A fine sense of utopia.

SOAP ~ Rupert M Loydell

I like the way this soap I've just opened
has SOAP stamped on it. Bad science fiction
has info dumps to explain to the reader
how worlds work; onscreen that means
signs everywhere. Why doesn't the sky
have SKY written on it in the clouds?
Why doesn't the wall have THIS WAY UP
in contrasting bricks? If I was dyslexic
words might appear broken up, interrupted
by globes of light. Since I'm not it doesn't
and I know the names of most things I use.
It's good to know that soap is soap and
words is words, at least most of the time.

Complete Absurdity (Bullshit Bingo) ~ Rupert M Loydell

Sustainability Week only lasted three days,
as there wasn't enough stuff to do. Meanwhile,
we rewrote our degree in an afternoon
and pondered ideas of parity before considering
the real differences between our two sites.
We are only a bunch of excuses away
from chaos and contempt, unless you
take the bus. Nothing has been decided
but you have bought a pile of secondhand books
just in case there is nothing to read.
We needn't have worried about being lost
because they had put out photocopied signs,
but afterwards, wind and rain had been at work
and there appeared to be no maps, no logic
to campus layout or design. If we satisfy
the criteria, we may be eligible for subsidy.
Believe it or not we had to divvy up
the building costs and allocate the tarmac;
what a lesson in complete absurdity!
We have to start to say 'this is what
is happening here', begin to strengthen
our relationships and decide where we go
with the brand we seem to have inherited,
perhaps created by mistake. The media
need to be convinced, made to get it right;
only then we can sustain ourselves in the future
and start to live in peace. We can't go on
like this, there is nowhere to meet up,
only the barnlike structure that sometimes
serves up tea. We have always lived
in a half-way house, always had to make up
the time and fake the experience. We need
to be invisible, allow crossover and seepage,
embed ourselves in the infrastructure,
live in clusters which we have to create.
All facilities must be open to all and we must
change the way we use our time. Ambition
is reflected in the way we use the space,
how we use resources and barricade ourselves
into the small damp rooms we call our own.
There is the strangest kitchen I have ever seen
and I am slightly afraid of newer or bigger systems
but it may be reassuring to know that it seems more
and more likely that we will all become cross-fertilised
and able to traverse boundaries and disciplines.
We will have to make an effort and organise trips
to the other side. Beautiful hotels can facilitate
small meetings within a massive space, we can't
even get a decent cup of coffee. Can we own
a physical space, give ourselves an identity,
a presence in the world? Nowhere is completely
out of bounds and although I don't want to go on
about my own particular situation, we do need
a working model, need to allow more time
for dialogue and discussion like this to happen.

Rupert Loydell is Senior Lecturer in English with Creative Writing at University College Falmouth, and the editor of Stride and With magazines. He is the author of several collections of poetry, including the recent Boombox from Shearsman, and A Music Box of Snakes, co-authored with Peter Gillies, from Knives, Forks & Spoons Press. He edited From Hepworth's Garden Out: poems about painters and St. Ives for Shearsman, and Troubles Swapped for Something Fresh, an anthology of manifestos and unmanifestos, for Salt. He lives in a creekside village with his family and far too many CDs and books.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Tree by James Mc Laughlin

We are delighted to announce our latest free ebook -
by James Mc Laughlin.

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visit the Red Ceilings Press 

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Friday, March 25, 2011

New chapbook out now...what's in a ~ lars palm

what's in a by lars palm

limited edition chapbook [rcp cb3]
A6 28pp 40 copies
£3.50 inc. p&p (UK)

Available from the Red Ceilings Press website

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Sonata ~ C J Allen

The sound, like sand, her blonde hair makes,
reflected in apartment blocks,
polished towers, cobalts, zincs,
that rise in geometric chunks.

The way her language has a smell
of cinnamon or ethanol,
and glows like pearls, impossible
as she is tall.  That’s all.  That’s all.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Climbing Death of Vine's Stagnant Splay - Felino A Soriano

We are delighted to announce the latest addition to the Red Ceilings Press ebook series.

Climbing Death of Vine's Stagnant Splay by Felino A Soriano.

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Thursday, March 10, 2011

Ten Poems ~ Iain Britton

Our latest offering from The Red Ceilings Press e series of online and downloadable booklets.

Ten Poems by Iain Britton

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Wednesday, March 9, 2011

from NYC poems ~ Nigel Wood

speech falters & fades
to another kind of silence

dreams turning to dust
washed away in the downtown rain

glasses reflecting the dusk
beneath the concrete freeway

a vocabulary of decay
clogging october’s larynx

the city an empty page

breathe it in      &

let it out

from NYC poems ~ Nigel Wood

infectious grace & absolute beauty

clouds filling the sky

sounds & phases that almost

get remembered

the world is the book, my friends

& the wonders

are all around

Nigel Wood came from nowhere and has been working his way back there ever since.

Tuesday, March 1, 2011

New chapbook available now! Fights XX by SJ Fowler

New limited edition chapbook available now!

Fights XX- the Songs of Salvador Sánchez by SJ Fowler
24pp A6 Limited edition £3.50 (inc p&p in the UK)

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