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What Fell Out In Life
Matt ffytche
Containing 'Emergency Measures', 'Transitional Objects' and 'Fall Out': three sequences of dialectical lyrics, whose outermost impulses thrash through news of the latest global emotion, and whose innermost horizons condense in shell fragments of perception.
£4.00, 48pp, ISBN 978-1-903488-53-9, Feb 2006
Author Biography
Matt ffytche is a researcher in the history of psychology and lectures on poetics and literary theory at Royal Holloway, University of London. A long-term contributor of music criticism to theWire, he has also worked as an editor on the magazines The Modern Review and Marxism Todayand has written on cultural theory for the Guardianand the Independent on Sunday.
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from What Fell Out in Life:
this carries , as the burn , where truth splays its
sweet heart , fresh from the frozen shadow, of the watch
to halt the bare , outline , in quietness , what a beautiful
touch descends , with the crest and rise : the brow from ,
which an event watches . and truly so halted - to tender
as much , in the tearing , with the merest . close of
motion , keeled . the oblique and , tempestuous wash of
everything that remains . carefully and carelessly un
created , and still remains , without a head . but with
all the thickness of the word , written , and carried and
scored into the , painless history : except for the pair
we press forward , as a - gift , abroad, and almost to each.
counterpane , silt , decider . blows slivers of zinc
as altitude . terrored . quick to curl , lithe and for a
clip at the hem - touch , and touch , hisses which
appear unarmed . as laid , clear severance - of small
hours . and then , uproar . a watch , romantic agile
few - glide of the paramedic , sure as unseen , wakes
not to leave , not to believe , not to clip, white cherries
in season - a choking hut & cull - with what ,
menace , the hunt descends , to amount , the break
walking off - there - with cloud trail, a vista, my only and
dawn folded , a wing grey over the face , a
haven of sorts - pigeon head , crop and tip
wind a slant across this third . made to bring
equality of appearance - lurch of , bed-set , rises
in a cool wave , across the morning - grandpa
at the wheel , and kids in - the merry spray of
recurrence - glides through our fingers in turn