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Graham Buchan

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Published 'Airport Reading' (tall lighthouse, 2004), ‘There is Violence in these Vapours’ (tall lighthouse, 2007 “… proves he is a master of ‘viral poetry’ – words that infect the reader with their anger, cynicism and intelligence…..” Agnes Meadows), 'In Bed with Shostakovich' (pamphlet, tall lighthouse, 2009), ‘Lucky’ (Lapwing Publications, 2015 “Buchan has said his piece and there is enough in this collection to remind this reader of how lucky he is.” Write Out Loud), 'Burglar: 45 Slight Poems' (Lapwing Publications, 2017). Poems in three dozen magazines, two national newspapers and twelve anthologies. Joint winner Piccadilly Poets 2001, The Cellar Slam Champion 2006. Has appeared on BBC London (TV), BBC London (radio), Resonanace FM, Optical Radio, Sub City Radio, WBAI (New York), Iraqi TV. Appeared at Austin Poetry Festival, 2003 and 2008, Wireless Festival in Hyde Park, Babylon Festival in Al Hillah, Iraq (2014) and 2 two-week poetry tours to New York, 2006 and 2009. Also published short stories, articles, travel writing, poetry appreciation and dozens of film and art reviews. My Gaudi House was Write Out Loud's Poem of the Month in November 2009.


But then It was a weird weekend in the Universe: Jesus, back in the workshop, repainting atoms; God taking a nap, Mary Magdalene, lowering her prices, And me, shouting: I know I’m the only one here! Eclipsed Beware the herpes hand of the dying despot. He ransacked the airline; he emptied the coffers. Don’t lend your child to the photo opportunity. “All traffic must stop for the Presidential motorcade.” Look for twinkling blue in the dusty plain, like a sapphire. All traffic must stop. People must stop. Even wildlife stops. The humbling geometry of eclipse. How the stars shone! We loaned our glasses. Sudden cool in the afternoon heat. Green sky, black sky, diamond ring! Blazing halo of exactitude. Eclipsed. Traffic must stop. People must stop. Even wild life stops for the mighty President. In Saddam’s palace The huge room on the fourth floor, airy, with an ornate circular ceiling and the side of windows lording it over the Euphrates. Dirty now, dusty and graffiti’d. The terror the cancer the psychopath moustache.

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steve mellor

Sun 4th Oct 2009 10:38

Hello Graham
I'm not sure if I'm a 'we' but your comment brought your name/profile to my attention, and I wanted to say how much I enjoyed My Gaudi House. I thought it absolutely brilliant.
Perhaps it's closer to my ideas of the expression of love.
Steve M.

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Nichola Burrows

Mon 21st Sep 2009 11:07

Thanks for your comments. My husband said a similar thing and told me to update my history before writing, but I hope I put the idea across.

Hitler not only desecreated humanity but much of the world's Art. I'm not a religious person, but wherever he is I hope he's suffering twelve million times more than the suffering he placed on each individual. Knowing our luck he'll be Satan.s right hand man and come back to haunt humanity at the end of days.

Maybe I should have personified him as War, one of the four horseman of the Apocolypse.

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