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Bench Marks.

Peter Robinson: ‘If you give me a piece of your mind
— one looking or formed like
a school desk fissured with inscriptions’…

Inland Seagulls.

Peter Robinson: ‘Then their cries, redoubled at dawn,
recall for me a single seagull
drunkenly veering’

Given Up.

Peter Robinson: Stuck in traffic, the Mercedes taxi
still beside a bus stop
with some moments’ poor reception’…

Die Neue Sachlichkeit.

Peter Robinson: Left here, outside a fitting room,
I’m suddenly aware
that the women swarming round me’…

That Inclement March.

Peter Robinson: ‘we were following the plough’s tractor tracks
in slushy ice where a salting of snow
here, as it fell, picked them out in white shadow
like dust …’

The Fortnightly Review continues.

Winter – Spring 2024 elcome to this Winter–Spring issue of The Fortnightly Review. As many of our readers know, Denis Boyles, the founding editor of Fortnightly’s online series, passed away last November after a short illness. Much shock and sadness followed Denis’s death, but alongside this new realisation of his loss was the firm desire […]

The campus novel.

Fortnightly Fiction. By PETER ROBINSON. Some time ago it was the fashion, and perhaps it is so still, to append to the title of a novel the words: a true story. Well, that is a little innocent deception … —Georg Christoph Lichtenberg. UPPOSE YOU’LL be putting us all in your next one,’ I found myself […]

Six Prose Poems.

Pietro De Marchi: ‘‘And when summer’s over and the swallows go, what do the horses do with all those flies?’

‘They’ve still got their tails, as I’ve already told you. But then, when the swallows migrate, the horses don’t need their tails, because there aren’t flies either anymore. Have you ever seen flies in winter?’’

Among the Enlighteners.

Tom Phillips: ‘Where we look is a decision, not seeing things entire.’

Poems and prose poems.

Geo Milev: ‘Today …

speak: do you see through the lie
of these destructive dreams?’

A partial archive of the New Series.

A partial archive of the New Series, 2009-2023.

‘The Ringstead Poems’.

Tom Phillips: ‘Robinson, his wife Ornella, and their friends the engaged artist Jenny Polak and economist Martha Prevezer – to whom poems in the sequence are dedicated – stayed with other family members at the Mill for several days during the summer of 2015 and initially perhaps ‘The Ringstead Poems’ might appear made up of a series of discrete moments and specific experiences from that stay, much in the manner of a poetic diary.’

Citizen Fisher.

Simon Collings: ‘In the margin next to this passage Fisher has written: ‘This is terrible, in its values as well as its narrative. But it’s true. True voyeur. The horror-freak-stuff is worst. But the point of view needs doing; and my own part as real voyeur. Everybody’s a voyeur at this time.’’

Poetry Notes: Nine in early 2022.

Peter Riley: ‘Peter Dent has written and published a lot over the years (a list of 30 titles at the back), almost all of it in the form of prose poetry (which some denizens of creative writing classes seem to think is a thing of liberating revolutionary impact which they invented last week.)’

From council houses and orphanages.

Peter Riley: ‘Stadnicka is not devoted to difficulty for its own sake but it is as if the movement of the verse is inevitably led into it by having to face realities which cannot be explained or recognised in any other way. While with some poets a highly wrought manner is evident from the first line, Stadnicka’s first lines tend to be problem-free while her last lines ask you to encounter a strong resonance, often connected to disasters such as car crashes.’