3.6.12

'returnsongs' publication

My first collection returnsongs is published this month in the Wide Range chapbook series, edited by John Kinsella and funded by the Judith E Wilson fund, Cambridge University. The chapbook is made up of work written over the last six months, including the 'returnsong' sequence, plus a few poems from longer ago.  These build upon the idea of material or sensory aggregation within the page field,  where discreet units of utterance can infer networks of sense, narrative, scape. 

The first print run is limited to a hundred copies: if you'd like a copy/ copies but are unlikely to see me in person, get in touch with your details and I can post them to you. Leave a message here or email me at rowan.p.evans@googlemail.com. 

Sample poems below

enjoy 
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cover photo: Samuel Cowan Say

                                                                                              
from invocation


come the mudded, come
                       
                  great aggregator 
am  bowl    lordall   fluid owl
pass caught in gyro wind
      
starling floors 
her godcaked mouth

            dawns not in focus 

                         growing upward atria  

                                                            :the back we walk is a cooling unit.
planet initiate wander

                              i slept albions ago
       
herdmother worked
  
                                    from clove foot 

                                            road floor intersects
become   clarion    Birdly
                                     in the drome head open lids
 
demilune/  gusher/  lud



utterance song


1

above i forgotten bird

fed points of correlation

today too thin-blooded

cannot hold to sun

tether to my waist in the market

with hands peach-stone limbs

here new litters of rain

make air audible

vermillion speakable

above i forgotten bird



2

for David

this eddies, we inhabit

in infinite space it's

ok to grow our hair

matter colour monochrome

in woodland a library of drystone

won't widen the distance

now perpetual nor

a lake unkit above.

lay edged the mendip tide & you

have moved a hand through water