TPR Is Lit - March 2013
04.03.2013
Nobody's Mate Poetry By Alistair Noon
TPR first encountered Alistair Noon at the Poetry Hearings in Berlin. We liked his style, a liking which grew into admiration. His poetry has the flavour of a Europe behind the facades displayed to ice-cream-toting tourists. He shows you the places the locals go, and the characters who drift in and out of them. A deft use of formalist technique allows him to imbue his poems with rhythms which drive them along but never obscure the content. He can be funny, but uses humour to highlight the (sometimes grim) contradictions of the urban landscape we inhabit. Noon has been described as "[presenting] the poet as a truly global citizen with a passport for anywhere in time." Let him take you on a tour.
07.03.2013
The Courtyard Poetry By Alistair Noon
TPR first encountered Alistair Noon at the Poetry Hearings in Berlin. We liked his style, a liking which grew into admiration. His poetry has the flavour of a Europe behind the facades displayed to ice-cream-toting tourists. He shows you the places the locals go, and the characters who drift in and out of them. Part of this derives from the effect of being a writer who has lived in (and not merely visited) a plurality of locations. In the second poem we present this week, The Courtyard, you can get a strong sense of this concept of translocality, which Noon has championed and other writers are adopting.
11.03.2013
Blood is a bond. Blood is life. Blood makes up seven percent of the human body. A human being will start to have serious trouble after losing 40% of their blood capacity. At this point the heart will not have enough blood to fill its chambers. You will hemorrhage out and die without immediate medical attention. But even with all that, there are things more important than blood. Read Scott Jones’ excellent Blood and find out what people do when they see red.
18.03.2013
Errancy Poetry By Alex Rieser
To err is human, but to read is divine. Alex Rieser's use of language is sharp and inventive, his images fresh and unexpected. Subtle shifts in mood and tone offer depth and complexity. The way he writes provides a unique ambience - poems are almost inhabitable, like a house you can step into vaguely aware that someone else has just left by another door. Do yourself a favor and open a new door. Forget the errors of your ways and read Alex Rieser’s Errancy.
25.03.2013
Twelfth, the Hard Way Fiction by William Burleson
There are people in bars, and then there are the people at the end of the bar. They are the books that remain unopened, surrounded by cigarette smoke and mystery. That is, until you take them home. Come meet the people at The Basement Bar in William Burleson’s Twelfth, the Hard Way. Just one word of advice. Don’t call Georgette a tranny.
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