Monthly Archives: November 2021

WHAT SHOULD I WRITE ABOUT? BY STEVEN BENSON

MMMMM….. Well….. OMICROM; what threat(or not), especially (part) evasion of current vaccines, that offers (connected therewith:H.M “government”, which people have been silly enough to vote into power; viz, in particular, “let us try and hold off more prophylactic measures because … Continue reading

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DUMMIES.MICRO-POEMS, WITH CAPTURES.

BY STEVEN BENSON. POEM ONE I SHALL not be your Dummy YOUR (Queer) body Your Doppel Ganger POEM TWO Rifling Through these Traces of My Life, I felt-and Did not Want to Feel-I had Moved home So much in a … Continue reading

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A REBUTTAL.SCARS.MOVING FORWARD FROM THE GROUP.PROTECTING MY WRITING(style).BY STEVEN BENSON

I escaped(it feels like this):see earlier post on this group. I saw that in trying to create an accessible/INclusive-for-all space,it injected in its own totalising EXclusions For me(I cannot speak for others)-be it for reasons of possible funding or publication … Continue reading

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META:WHY DO I WRITE/ FOR WHOM AM I WRITING. WHAT ARE MY PRIORITIES.A (SELF-)CLARIFICATION.BY STEVEN BENSON.

1.I have recently joined a collaborative-based writing course/group, its aim, as I understand it, being , eventually to have (?selected) work published; and to lead to performances in (what has now become known as, athwart Covid) the real world. It … Continue reading

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EISEGESIS[1]:A THEORY-POEM; WITH PROLEGOMENON[3](and footnotes….). BY STEVEN BENSON

My theory- Poem splays and gangles into unwieldy, irregular line-lengths {and the font won’t stay the same size, cos this manifestation of capitalism and its technology eludes me; WordPress, I mean} That is the thing about poetry: it REFUSES to … Continue reading

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“TO MY (REAL) MUM:A POET”.A POEM. A RESPONSE TO MARY JEAN CHAN. BY STEVEN BENSON

You were a poet of Politics Personal and Poetical. A poet of: Respect, Empathy and Love. You were my REAL mum. The mum who wanted to March Militantly at Pride; who Raised a Radical Pansy. You were a poet of … Continue reading

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