December 2011
2 posts
October 2011
1 post
September 2011
9 posts
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Baby Goats and Model Boats
So many onions! Potentially excuse the 4/5am writing slur. Blog blog de blog.
Baby Goats and Model Boats
onion onion party! onion onion party! Georgia Vesma is an illustrator. Go check out her blog! http://theendofsecrets.tumblr.com
What is the perfect way to end three days and nights, almost 10,000 words and very severe caffeine shakes? Let’s Go To An Onion Fayre! Yaaaay.
If I was any...
The Crunch - Charles Bukowski
too much too little
too fat
too thin
or nobody.
laughter or
tears
haters
lovers
strangers with faces like
the backs of
thumb tacks
armies running through
streets of blood
waving winebottles
bayoneting and fucking
virgins.
an old guy in a cheap room
with a photograph of M. Monroe.
there is a loneliness in this world so great
that you can see it in the slow movement of
the...
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Porthcothan Bay At Night
Here, on wet grains, the sea wipes sand like rain across glass. They sit under a tartan rug hands down pants, fondling as the fire cracks and chatter spit-spurts between dark silhouettes and ghoulish uplit faces. They squeeze and pretend that nothing is happening. Tonight, people leave, one by one, and they remain alone with the sea, gunblack, which throws and turns, a humongous...
August 2011
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Almost Perfect
It’s almost perfect being almost perfect being almost there and almost not. And it’s almost brilliant being almost brilliant and almost great being almost Elite. And it’s almost awesome landing the first job and being optioned and requested until you’re not. And it’s almost crazy being almost crazy about almost being Comme des Garçons next chap. And it’s almost...
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I think we ought to live happily ever after: So I... →
essjayb:
So I know this guy who, along with being an amazing model, also writes brilliant poetry. Jealousy doesn’t even get close to describing it. He’s just been published by flipped eye and this is the first poem from the pamphlet. Read and enjoy.. I know I have!
Max Wallis | Modern Love | Thinking…
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Review - Modern Love - Lancashire Writing Hub
Rachel McGladdery reviewed Modern Love here.
It is all credit to Max, that I desperately still wanted a copy when it came out. It’s also credit to him that I phoned members of my family to read out snippets to them, that they oohed and ahhed and in one instance, cried at the appropriate places and shook their heads soundlessly when I explained how old Max was. I was going to stay well away from...
Popshot
Popshot posted this about me on their blog on the 5th:
We’re huge fans of supporting both the poets and illustrators that grace the pages of Popshot, so we were super pleased when we heard that former Popshot poet, Max Wallis, had had his first collection published. Entitled Modern Love, the collection boasts a phenomenally high standard of poetry and it’s slightly hard to believe...
I Remember You As You Were
Pablo Neruda:
I remember you as you were in the last autumn. You were the grey beret and the still heart. In your eyes the flames of the twilight fought on. And the leaves fell in the water of your soul. Clasping my arms like a climbing plant the leaves garnered your voice, that was slow and at peace. Bonfire of awe in which my thirst was burning. Sweet blue hyacinth twisted over my soul. I feel...
June 2011
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( ) This pressing of bodies: sticky palms from where we held the counterweight to ourself; then lips, lending each other breath and broad trunked chests, heavy with the silence of evening song. You enfold the Matryoshka-doll-me. We are a duet, playing the night game in the forgotten worlds between owl-time and breakfast. We murmur each other’s names: dot-through-dot and-dotted by the...
“you want her broken with her mouth wide open cos she`s this year`s girl”
“In his debut pamphlet, Max Wallis traces the year-long course of a love affair...”
May 2011
8 posts
Vowel Speak
Once, I met him under a vowel filled nighttime of ohs, and yous, and ees, and Is. Beneath the neon hued Can Club; just us, hands clenched tight like crab claws. Mouths apart speaking of nothing, everything. The space between sighlences. This is one of the poems I wrote on the Barbican Young Poets Scheme. It’s a Fibonacci sequence poem. In mathematics, the Fibonacci numbers are the...
“Modern Love presents love absent of all its Hollywood romanticism. It`s...”
– Popshot Magazine. National and international pre-orders here: CLICK ME.
Ways Not To Fall In Love
I will not ask your name in case it becomes my new lullaby turned over and over again. I will not kiss you first in case, pecked, it remains with me a silent signature of your lips. I will not dance with you in case the drink blurs your face into my dreams watching between Love and Like. I will not tell you my hopes in case you fall for those and not for me. I will not speak to you in...
brickdaniels asked: I just want to say that I really dig your poetry. I follow the poetry tag on Tumblr and I'm used to scrolling disinterestedly past more or less everything people post from their own work. But yours is different - fresh and new without being too self-conscious. Great work.
Modern Love | Thinking Infinity
For family, who in time we find as friends and friends, the family of our own making.
September
Thinking Infinity
All the days to tread till I meet you. All the miles walking together around kitchens, homes and showrooms clutching our Tesco/Morrisons/Waitrose-trolley-full-dreams. Swearing whilst our kids watch us, getting in a huff over what type of juice is good. I’m young; I’m old, still...
April 2011
17 posts
Seoul
Boss are taking a bunch of the boys and girls photos out to Seoul to shop us around the big agencies there. I hope the Koreans like my pale alien face and spindly arms. One of them days.
