Already in front of you and far behind (Will Stone about ‘The Icon Maker’)
Posted by pstubbspoet on October 27, 2011 · 1 Comment
Will Stone about The Icon Maker by Paul Stubbs (Arc Publications) On arriving in Paris from the provinces and clearly faced with no other plausible reaction, Arthur Rimbaud urinated on the manuscripts of establishment poetasters and summarily destroyed the ‘poetic’ Parisian lodgings the Parnassians had provided for him. In our own era, where endless droves of … Read more
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Let’s Get Visceral… (Nigel Parke about Ex Nihilo)
Posted by pstubbspoet on October 22, 2011 · 1 Comment
a review of Paul Stubbs’s Ex Nihilo by Nigel Parke (October 2010) I am in receipt of two volumes of poetry from the newly formed Black Herald Press. Blandine Longre and Paul Stubbs have taken the bold step into publishing and have begun by publishing their own recent work. I am yet to read Blandine Longre’s Clarities, though … Read more
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Thus Spoke Zarathustra (Mark Wilson about Ex Nihilo)
Posted by pstubbspoet on October 14, 2011 · 1 Comment
by Mark Wilson Review published in 3:AM magazine, Wednesday, March 30th, 2011. The poetry of Paul Stubbs is like a severe volcanic eruption within the landscape of British poetry. In fact, to say that this small corpus of work (as to date, three books) is part of ‘British poetry’ seems a massive perversion of terminology. … Read more
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Crucifixion
Posted by pstubbspoet on October 11, 2011 · Leave a Comment
After Triptych, 1965 by Francis Bacon 1. A woman, unscripted, she bends into her flesh; fidgeting, squirming, contorted: As if the molten-metal from the mould of the swastika it was being intravenously fed into her veins… While Satan, upon his sunbed, grins. 2. Arms pinioned, the epoch is suspended. From the ripped-open gut spills the detritus of … Read more
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