Poetry Regs
- What are you making and imagining?
- Are we all part of the same business?
- “And there shall be no more tears”.
- Is poetry a salve for common hurts? What are your common hurts, you little fuck?
- The odd slips and dissonance of a conversation in the staffroom to be phrased later.
- The letter your grandmother wrote you, drenched in bad faith and resentment, set out with line breaks.
- Directive, procedural, eschewing all ambiguity. A data set that can be consumed and placed in the head.
- Everything can be accounted for but the exception.
- Are we there to tell people what they already know?
- Beauty dispossesses you. You struggle to centre yourself.
- Adorned with idées reçues and haloed with dayglo clickbait flames, they become true citizens of the HERE and of the NOW.
- ““They’re sour”, he said, “and only fit for swine””
- Is there some common prosody we’re all serving? Should there be?
- Do we need each other or the idea of each other?
- Poetry is no help at all.
- You’re writing in the midst of the sweating mystery. Your hands ache with strange possibilities.
- The page is waiting.
© 2025 Duncan Jones