MADE

The Wolf Wind Collective recently contacted us about their upcoming Zine Fair in the Tunbridge Wells Forum, asking if we'd be interested in contributing/bringing along a book or two to sell. Unfortunately we won't be in attendance ourselves as we have an event of our own to curate that day, but expect to see a friendly face with some Clinic books on his desk on our behalves. I'm sure Sean will have some more to say about the fair itself in the coming few days, I know he's an excited bean about it.

A good friend of mine from home also contacted me about the fair (it's a small world isn't it) and asked if I'd be interested in contributing a poem for the zine he's making (see below). Check him out here, he's a lovely young chap.

Anyway here's the poem I sent him, it's a response to the overall theme of the fair (MADE), something simple that I've been thinking about for a while now, so it was nice to have the chance to get it down on paper.

Medicine Ball

Concentric lines and breaks

circumvent the heavy core - 

hiding like meaning in language,

under crusted leather.

I can't work out the purpose -

edges of a hardback book 

I'll never open, browned

with salt and finger tips;

I want to break it open,

the pieces, like broken clichés, 

everywhere; but then, standing 

in the wreck, message exposed, 

perhaps it was construction

that made this beautiful.