The mainstream is not the mainstream and the experimental is not the experimental.
The winners of this year's Forward Prize have just been announced, leading to an inevitable burst of praise and criticism, of labelling, grouping and tribalism. In the current climate of mentors and creative writing courses, this annual phenomenon makes it even more difficult yet even more important for poets to plough their own furrow.
I CAN’T EXPLAIN MY POETRY, ONLY EXPLORE IT Poems eat us. Alive or dead,
doesn’t matter to them.Poems swallow the great nowheres of the world.Poems
deceive ...
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