Most poetry books are launched (and many sold) at readings all over the UK. As I live in Spain, this is not possible for me, so here is the launch of my new collection, broken stories.
Copies may be obtained from the publisher, Rhys Jones at 20/20 Vision Media Publishing by email: rhysjones@twentytwentyvisionmedia.com
Get a copy for Christmas for yourself and friends and relations and, at the same time you can show your support for the small indie publishers who, in turn, support us.
Not great video recording but it will have to do until I get a better one. This is my reading from the first day of the 4th International Festival of Poetry in Marrakech.
https://clearpoetry.wordpress.com/2016/11/10/reuben-woolley-four-poems/
You can also hear me read them there.
the girl
who danced
the ibis moon……….she brings
the story of it all
& this
is the telling
close
& personal………….my sudden
consent…….&……..distance
is full………………………….i have
my history here
in the pulse of it all
and this is the saying of it
the dark days
& my growing
in bones & bodies
& here……………….i’m doing
a telling of it
the legs………..& mouths………..& hearts of it
she dances alphabets
in the crescent fire
& the boat returns the day
* * * *
this
is the telling of it all
there is mud
& reeds……….& a boat
in the sky…….& i
have names for them
the threads of what it is
& what we know……………..she
danced a world for us
* * * *
in my sinking
sands
things
do not occur successively
like gravity
oh then
…i’ll get up
…& fly
to all my……………….scattered
dependencies
it’s what this………………….thing
says
when i’m not looking
words
of those hands i haven’t got
just these…………….poor
counterfeits
hold…………………..separate
like atoms…………..do not
touch……………she
stirs
the air
the cells are orphans
pointing………………….further
she is
maker…………..in every outward
move
of that old………………..yellow
crescent
* * * *
all the rest
is outside
where a feather
is counterweight
the ghosts of real
come solid from shade…………..they play
on red sand…………with a girl
who danced a bird
wings spread & beating
the ibis & the girl
she danced a boat
sailing she danced a ragged
book
& this
was the telling of it
(with thanks to Paul Point at the Chocolate Poetry Club for the filming and editing. Get in touch with him if you’re interested in doing something similar)
I did an interview and a poetry reading for Spoken Label– Here it is:
https://spokenlabel.bandcamp.com/album/reuben-woolley-live-spoken-label-july-2016
Delighted to be able to say that some of the poems from skins will be used in the production of Mausoleum by the Fired Up Theatre at Lichfield Garrick Studio Theatre on May 27th and 28th. It is also to raise money for the refugees.
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