Stu Hatton



confession 2

it was Wed night in a tryst & what was my nom de scène? I was either getting ahead of or tailgating myself, you were dressed in skin I would be your cowl cowling at all hrs to make sure. …

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ha rd-won

in the y ear of our rar est digit al flow er the de ad ’re i n the ir g rid the algo r it him’ ll give u their stat em ent who can clean for get the …

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Review Short: Liam Ferney’s Content

Liam Ferney’s Content is a book of poems largely composed out of memes, or slices of culture. The notes at the back of the book state: Some of these poems contain allusions, sentiments, words, phrases, sentences and images that have been lifted from the culture. And Cordite’s comments. If you’re not sure, Google it. At this stage your guess is as good as mine.

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a trainspotter-journalist’s demise

To dedicate oneself to writing contra the daytime empire equates to working five jobs, to be rewarded only with endless grime upon your thinking, & no pay.           Any coin that falls is not likely to be legal tender, & leads …

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After Auden

Control of such questions (or the cloaking of control) would, you saw, be key to these disputed zones. You, a trained philosopher, had fallen for the ruse Of a bogus position, seduced by the usual appearances. Near Blackheath was a …

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Review Short: Stu Hatton’s Glitching

‘Glitching,’ sharp and immediate, is a – word that sounds like it belongs to this modern internet and computer age: moments of fracture as a website struggles to load, fragmented by popups, weird demands of your exact location and the failure of Flash to connect properly. It suggests twitching and distorting monitors, the crackle of an old modem and illogical videogame surrealism, frustrations and interruptions ‘Not of substance but of form’ (‘entheogen’).

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January

(porcelain erasure, after Cynthia Cruz)
 A Califormia of snow Of illness. I throned myself in the white Noise of its silence and watched the world Fell away. All the silver flickerings of possibility Going out like the sound of Clicking …

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Nightside

(a cento, for/after Jill Jones) hours may not be to scale as when there becomes here & stars reach output’s end the stadium birds equally bluffed by meteorology could you understand breath as a casting of doubt now the bottle’s …

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Lunch Poem, University Square

When I say I have a tree for lunch I mean I sit under it & eat something I assembled from bits of a supermarket. Uni students pass by, pointing out the sun, which they have been learning about. Today’s …

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Poetics

read the poem many times wasn’t sure i liked it a bit landscapey like walking west at sunset not deletionist enough too bound in boundedness probably best viewed at random kind of poem that doesn’t return calls but nevertheless keeps …

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Rims

[Audio clip: view full post to listen] Ambient backing ‘126 Suburbs Neigbourhood Spring Evening Leaves Light Wind Kids Singing Chimes’ by freesoundrecordiss is licensed under creative commons attribution 3.0

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syd

overw eight s tubble d dow n too m any on e-ways glitter harbo red a r ing tra fficking dags in noted p ark be at head offices i n shape of head aches + we arg ue hom …

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