Billy Mills

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Irish poet, cricket fan, book reviews, Bob Dylan. See my blog: https://ellipticalmovements #speirgorm "I give as examples Billy Mills, Susan Howe and J.H. Prynne, although the assumption that they write for themselves is entirely my own" J.C.C. Mays

Cover of Bach, J S: Sonatas & Partitas for solo violin, BWV1001-1006 Yehudi Menuhin (violin)
Cover of Célimène Daudet's recording of L'Art de la Fugue by Bach.
Cover of Mary Barnard's Sappho.
Cover if the peacock emperor moth by marcel cohen trans cid corman
Another fake Allister Heath headline 'The sheer arrogance of the elliptical movements zealots is breathtaking to behold'.
Fake Allister Heath headline: The tragic consequences of poetry will be paid for by our children.
Me on the Bluesky map, between Indie Lit and Poetry & Verse
Book cover: Download Cover Image Rights and Permissions For Professors: Free E-Exam Copies Look Inside Download Flyer Shy of the Squirrel's Foot A Peripheral History of the Jargon Society as Told through Its Missing Books by Andy Martrich
Cover of The Roman Quarry and other sequences by David Jones.
Performative Purity Test score 90
A Galway hooker at sea.
The Great Figure By William Carlos Williams Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.
At Vermeer’s Window take three rooms a few friends the ordinary days this quiet house in a familiar city a muted conversation or music or a letter read, a letter answered it is, perhaps, sufficient to describe this colder, northern light
Music is the key: Michala Petri / Keith Jarrett BACH Sonatas album cover
Bill Griffiths: Collected Earlier Poems (1966-80), Collected Poems & Sequences, (1981-91) and Collected Poems Volume 3 (1992-96).
Of time, more or less A brief ramble, possibly the beginnings of a much longer ramble.
Tao 21 & 22 21 virtue cleaves to the Way the Way in its movement evades & confounds yet implies form evades & confounds yet implies being
Screenshot of Charles Bernstein praising my blog on FB.
Small Language Models: A draft of something or another.
Revolutionary Letters by Diane di Prima book cover.
Poems by Barry Tebb
Teaser for Patreon post on the Tao
Larry Eigner pamphlet cover
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a dog barks & a dog barks at the barking dog *** moss from the roof softly falling – the crows are up *** distant thunder – even the grasses tingle *** morning rain – slugs still on the glazed tiles
patterns of air we make without meaning the great wheel turns we turn to nothing more than all we are
Bob Dylan Tempest album cover.
Small rooster potato.
No Images By William Waring Cuney She does not know her beauty, she thinks her brown body has no glory. If she could dance naked under palm trees and see her image in the river, she would know. But there are no palm trees on the street, and dish water gives back no images.
among various hills parallels verticals wires straight light past the church, building the words, gathering traffic through goods windows store banks massing to the side, large back of you green grown up the air crooked the end of the street © 1968, Larry Eigner, courtesy of the Eigner Estate
What am I doing when I'm Writing Poetry, some scattered thoughts, for want of a better word.
Versions from Fukuda Chiyo-ni (1703 - 1775), poet and Buddhist nun, from my unpublished book Very Far After.
The cover of Elaine Randell's Collected Poems and Prose, featuring Bird Script #15 by Basil King
An Exercise in Love By Diane di Prima for Jackson Allen My friend wears my scarf at his waist I give him moonstones He gives me shell & seaweeds He comes from a distant city & I meet him We will plant eggplants & celery together He weaves me cloth Many have brought the gifts I use for his pleasure silk, & green hills & heron the color of dawn My friend walks soft as a weaving on the wind He backlights my dreams He has built altars beside my bed I awake in the smell of his hair & cannot remember his name, or my own.
Blizzard By William Carlos Williams Snow: years of anger following hours that float idly down — the blizzard drifts its weight deeper and deeper for three days or sixty years, eh? Then the sun! a clutter of yellow and blue flakes — Hairy looking trees stand out in long alleys over a wild solitude. The man turns and there — his solitary track stretched out upon the world.
To the New Year By W. S. Merwin With what stillness at last you appear in the valley your first sunlight reaching down to touch the tips of a few high leaves that do not stir as though they had not noticed and did not know you at all then the voice of a dove calls from far away in itself to the hush of the morning so this is the sound of you here and now whether or not anyone hears it this is where we have come with our age our knowledge such as it is and our hopes such as they are invisible before us untouched and still possible
Miles Davis and Sonny Rollins CDs.
Still from Rear Window.
Ceremonies For Christmas Come, bring with a noise, My merry, merry boys, The Christmas Log to the firing; While my good Dame, she Bids ye all be free; And drink to your heart's desiring. With the last year's brand Light the new block, and For good success in his spending, On your Psaltries play, That sweet luck may Come while the log is a-tinding. Drink now the strong beer, Cut the white loaf here, The while the meat is a-shredding; For the rare mince-pie And the plums stand by To fill the paste that's a-kneading.
Cover of my a book of sounds
Cover of A' the Bairns O' Adam
Hermit's Guide to Home Economics by Robert Lax
Cover of Elaine Randell Collected Poems & Prose.
Cover of Collected Poems of Sir Thomas Wyatt.
Cover of Keith Jarret's Paris/London Testament Disc 1.
A box of copies of my book 'a book of sounds'
Programme for a reading by Maurice Scully Dublin 1983.
Revolutionary Letter #4 by Diane DiPrima
The Round World By Rosmarie Waldrop nature’s inside, says Cézanne and frightening I do not like the fleshy echo even so, it is after this close proof vision is made of matter another mirror it’s possible the eye knows even where there should have been a lake this optic an illusion look at the cat, his changing shapes a habit light color composition the subject more than meets the situation, always looking at our own eye
Go, Lovely Rose by Edmund Waller
The Disciple by Oscar Wilde.
Envoi Kathleen Raine Take of me what is not my own, my love, my beauty, and my poem- the pain is mine, and mine alone. See how against the weight in the bone the hawk hangs perfect in mid-air- the blood pays dear to raise it there, the moment, not the bird, divine. And see the peaceful trees extend their myriad leaves in leisured dance- they bear the weight of sky and cloud upon the fountain of their veins. In rose with petals soft as air I bind for you the tides and fire- the death that lives within the flower, oh gladly, love, for you I bear!
Coda by Basil Bunting A strong song tows us, long earsick. Blind, we follow rain slant, spray flick to fields we do not know. Night, float us. Offshore wind, shout, ask the sea what’s lost, what’s left, what horn sunk, what crown adrift. Where we are who knows of kings who sup while day fails? Who, swinging his axe to fell kings, guesses where we go?
Democracy Poem #1 by June Jordan
Opening section of Autobiography: New York by Charles Reznikoff.
The Glass Harmonica by Theodore Enslin It snowed in far country north and beyond the trees. As I went through the mirror my breath froze clouding it, and they saw me no longer in the villages of spring. I walked alone across level plains, and my tracks disappeared in the snow which went with me. A wind rose playing on harpstrings and reeds. There was nothing there, and my fingers touched ice. A music a music an echo of music— sound not a sound in the quiet north country— the snow.