Get back to it…

Statistically this is the week in January that most of lose our motivation to carry on our New Year’s Resolution. So if your resolution is to get back in to writing (or to write more) this is the post for you. Here are a couple writing exercises to get you back to it…
If this post helped you to write something great send it across to us and we might even publish it.

Exercise 1: Rooming
Read William Carlos Williams’ dreamlike poem ‘Good Night’ (Al Que Quiere, 1917). In the poem Williams points out all the things in his kitchen while filling a glass of water for bed. In the middle of this description of the room, Williams is interrupted by the memory of ‘three girls in crimson satin/pass close before me on/the murmurous background of/the crowded opera’. It seems almost as if these girls actually pass his kitchen window but it is actually just a memory dream.
In this exercise, write what you see where you are – you might be at your desk or in the kitchen or in your bed – it doesn’t matter where you are just write what you see: that weird lamp shade in the corner, or the state of your coffee cup. Half way through your descriptions you will be interrupted by a memory, build that memory into the poem. Then close the poem with what you are actually doing and what’s coming next.

Exercise 2: Voices
This exercise can make some pretty surreal poetry. Play your favourite song alongside a radio news program (at the same volume), just keep writing until the song finishes. Let your unconscious freely write whatever comes to mind.

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Submissions for Publication

This is just a reminder to say that we are still open for submissions to 004 of Foxtrot Uniform. Send your poems, prose and art to foxtrotuniformpoetry@gmail.com

  1. Please send all written submissions as a word.doc or PDF. If you are sending art send it as a jpeg.
  2. Send all pieces as an attachment along with your name and postal address (so that we can send you a copy of the magazine if we publish your work).
  3. 1-5 poems will usually be enough, or a couple of prose pieces (short stories, or essays), or 1-4 pieces of art.
  4. Any piece submitted to us should not have been previously published in any other magazine or collection; we can accept pieces that have been self-published on a blog or in print.
  5. We accept simultaneous submissions, but please let us know if your piece is accepted somewhere else.
  6. We try to reply to your submission as quickly as possible but sometimes emails do get lost so if you haven’t heard from us after 4 weeks send us another email just to check.
  7. If you are published in the magazine we will send you one free copy* of the magazine and you will retain the rights to your pieces but we would appreciate acknowledgment of first publication if your piece is published in a pamphlet or collection.

So what sort of work do we publish?
The quickest answer to that is that if we like it and think it echoes what’s going on in the world it is likely to find favour with us. We like anything that is experimental, political, or explores existence. The best thing to do would be to order a copy of a previous copy of FU and have a read before submitting to us.

We look forward to seeing your creativity!

*If you live outside the UK we will ask for a donation towards postage

Happy New Year Reading

For many of us who enjoy reading, there may have been a lot of flat rectangular shaped presents under the tree. Books are the gift that keep on giving; not only are they a pleasure to open but then they keep on giving with every page you turn – and then a little more after when you carry on thinking about what you’ve read. 
We have compiled a list of the books we received over Christmas and a short review of one of these books each.

Joshua’s New Year reading:

Zaffar Kunial, Us(Faber & Faber, 2018)
Raymond Antrobus, The Perseverance(Penned in the Margins, 2018)
Matthew Dickman, Wonderland(W. W. Norton & Company, 2018)
Jack Kerouac, Collected Poems[ed. Marilène Phipps-Kettlewell] (Library of America: 2012)
Various, City Lights Pocket Poets Anthology [ed. Lawrence Ferlinghetti] (City Lights Books, 2015)
Various, The Forward Book of Poetry 2019(Bookmark, 2018)
Jacqueline Rose, The Last Resistance (Verso, 2017)

Joshua’s reviews so far:
Zaffar Kunial’s debut collection, Us, is a thought provoking exploration of journeys. Journeys of the poet, journeys across the bridges between worlds. Kunial explores the journeys between the Kashmir – of his father’s youth – and the Midland’s of his mother’s birth. The poems in this collection explore the roots of language (in ‘The Word’, Kunial discusses his father’s misplacing of ‘the’ in sentences) but also the roots of people (That although Kunial was born in England, his mixed-race status makes him feel as if he is in a ‘halfway house’, not really belonging anywhere). His beautifully simple style of poetry makes this collection a a pleasurable read while exploring potentially heavy themes such as the poet’s journey and identity in modern Britain. A great way to start the New Year’s reading.

Kerouac’s Collected Poems edited by Marilène Phipps-Kettlewell, is probably the most complete volume of Kerouac’s poetry that I have seen. It contains the complete Books of Blues, collections of haiku, and Kerouac’s more religious Psalms. I’ve always loved the freeness and simple rhythms of Kerouac’s writing and this volume is no exception, it contains the funny poems that are best read-out-loud in jazzed tones, but also the flowing musings on religion and friendships that were sometimes missed in his lifetime due to his image as the King of the Beats.

Reece’s reading list:

James Anthony & William Shakespeare, Shakespeare’s Sonnets, Retold (Penguin, 2018)
Franz Kafka, The Castle (Penguin, 2000)
The Penguin Book of Haiku (Penguin, 2018)
Richard Mabey, A Brush With Nature (Ebury, 2014)
Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (Faber and Faber, 1984)
Penguin Modern Collection (Penguin, 2018)

Reece’s Reviews So Far (all volumes from Penguin Modern Collection):

William Carlos Williams, Death the Barber:
A dazzling set of poems that leave you with razor sharp, visceral images seeming to form a hologram on the page. The self-titled ‘Death the Barber’ and ‘This Is Just to Say’ are my two favourites, but all offer unrivalled poetical pleasure.

Akutugawa & Others, Three Japanese Short Stories:
Nagai Kafū, Behind the Prison
Uno Kōji, Closet LLB
Akutagawa Ryūnosuke, General Kim
Three strangely touching and haunting short stories that resonated with my thoughts stronger than I expected them to. ‘Behind the Prison’ is the danger of insatiable travelling appetites, but also the struggle of familial expectation and homely constraints. ‘Closet LLB’ warns of the misuse of human potential, both by self and others, and the spiral into dangerous dreams and chewing way at what could have been. Finally, ‘General Kim’ is the humorous imagining of national bias that lets us laugh at ourselves and our myths, but poignantly reminding us that the perpetuation of our pride can lead to dangerous and difficult-to-deal-with patriotism.

Wendell Berry, Why I Am Not Going to Buy a Computer:
Although hard to grasp at first, Berry makes some fascinating points in both his essays about the danger of technology, especially in his rebuttal of reviews relating to his first essay. He dismantles their blind-sighted feminism with slight humour and clear, logical points which is an inspiration in itself for future essay writing. He is also, like myself, ‘not an optimist’, and I feel my original struggle with his essay is the same he had thirty years previously: where do we draw the line?


Merry Christmas!

Words by Reece Merrifield & Joshua Cialis; Photograph by Igor Starostin

To everybody out there,

We would like to wish you all the Merriest of Christmases! This year has been huge for us both and we hope to carry the festive cheer all the way into 2019.

As we haven’t posted for a while, we thought it would be apt to write a poem each on the theme of Christmas, and share it with you all.

Keep on writing, keep on submitting, and once again, Merry Christmas!

Christmas Lights – Joshua Cialis

Nothing says Merry Christmas
like greasy streets and lights reflected in puddles. 
Strangers stealing kisses in pub doorways. 
Through a cigarette haze 
the shadow of a church appears 
doors closed to keep the warmth and music in.

Only a glow of light resonates under the wood.

Girls in sequinned skirts flirt
on the edge of sobriety 
as the freezing canal slides on past, 
reflecting twinkled light up into the grey clouded sky 

offering a star to follow 
where no original star is found.

But the tree in the highstreet 
bends in a breeze 
as the shops close their shutters 
and sleeping bag camps are strewn

But the lights still read 
Merry Christmas All!

Beggars’ Belief – Reece Merrifield

My son and I walked through town to buy my wife’s Christmas presents. I told him earlier that Santa only gives gifts to children. As we walked in and out of the shops, my son suddenly tugged my hand and pointed to a man, begging, in Santa Claus’ hat. My son asked why Santa was asking people for help. I told him Santa needed help gathering gifts, so he could share them out when Christmas came. He then asked why Santa was only wearing his hat, and why he looked so cold. I couldn’t answer. He suggested we should help Santa by getting all the presents he put on his list and give them to Santa, so that he would definitely get them come Christmas day. I told him Santa probably has all those presents, and that he should wait until Christmas to see what he would get. My son cried at these words. We then spent the rest of the day getting everything on the list, before heading back to Santa to give him all of my son’s gifts. Santa couldn’t believe his luck. My son said to Santa he couldn’t wait to catch him on Christmas Day, and that he would be waiting for the sound of reindeer landing on the roof. Santa looked at me quizzically. I wished Santa a Happy Christmas. I spent the next day buying my son and wife’s presents online. 


YouthStrike4Climate

Words by Joshua Cialis

Today I caught up with school children, in Canterbury, who didn’t go in to school to protest against Climate Change. I joined the march by chance while walking down the high street. Their chanting and drums – a fresh sight in the winter sun of Canterbury.
I spoke to several students who were risking detentions to stand-up for their own futures, and all Power and Solidarity to them. The peaceful, but vocal march moved through the town with passers joining – off the street and out of shops – throughout.

The strike was part of a national movement of students to protest against Climate Change and the lack of action from the Government on Climate Change. It was a varied meeting of families, school children, socialists, Green activists, environmental studies students, politics students and normal people. The youngest person I spoke to was five and the oldest was 65; the majority were between 13 and 18.
These are children who, in the Prime Minister’s eyes, are ‘wasting lesson time’, but in my eyes they are heroes, radicals, and the future.

Foxtrot Uniform stands in Solidarity with you in sending a message to the Governments of the World, telling them to do something to stop Climate Change.

Light Reading

Words by Joshua Cialis, picture by J. M. W. Turner (‘Sunset over Water’)

‘Yellow after the night goes to sleep’ (O’Hara, 1955)

Poets have used light since the beginning of creative thought, to illuminate the cave walls on which they depicted stories, to shine onto writing desks, to demonstrate some sublime metaphor, to light their journey through a dark patch in life, or more recently to spotlight themselves on a stage. However we look at it, light is immensely important to poets.

For Coleridge, light was a portal to the sublime; a sunset allows the ‘veil [to the] Almighty Spirit’ to be lifted. In fact in ‘This Lime Tree Bower My Prison’, Coleridge almost explicitly defines the sublime as only coming through in light; the light ‘hues’ of the sunset allow the poet to be struck by a ‘swimming sense…less gross than bodily’. In light we experience the deepest of beautiful feelings. However, there is also a sense of what might be going on in the dark. In ‘Kaddish’, Ginsberg muses on darkness and death in the lines: ‘like a poem in the dark – escaped back to Oblivion/ No more to say, and nothing to weep for but the Beings in the Dream’. Here, essentially Ginsberg asserts darkness with death and destruction of pure imagination. Therefore, light is essential for creativity and beauty.

It is interesting to look at light and how it is depicted in poetry. A favourite image of mine is morning light through a slatted blind. It is that purest kind of light, the sort you only notice for a couple of minutes before it is gone into the business of the day. But that blurry eyed beauty can be locked up in the lines of a poem to transport us back to that serenity of waking up to light. O’Hara captures this morning light brilliantly in his poem ‘Talking To The Sun On Fire Island’, a poem in which the Sun patiently waits for O’Hara to wake before asserting the equality of the Sun’s light and how it shines everywhere, and must therefore be a power for all writers and creatives.

Burroughs’ used artificial light to create hallucinations. Using Briony Gysin’s ‘Dream Machine’, a sequence of flashing lights shine through a spinning cylinder creating a strobosofic effect. This flickering light stimulates the optic nerves to create images behind the eyes of the watcher. This hallucinatory effect of oscillating light had such an effect on Burroughs that he uses the images seen in his Dream Machine experiments in almost all of his books. The fact that light can have this ability to expel writers block demonstrates its power in the poet’s tool box.

One way to harness this power of light in a simple writing exercise is to note the shapes that light form in a specific place throughout the day. Notice how these shapes change as the sun sets and then how they morphe further after the sun goes down and the light becomes artificial. Muse upon how these changes affect you and your outlook on the environment around you and what happens once the light has gone.

Reece’s Pieces: My Relationship with Surrealism

Words by Reece David Merrifield; acknowledgments to David Morris’ ‘The Lives of the Surrealists’

When I had to come up with a research topic in my second year, it was only ever going to be related to surréalisme. I embarked on an ‘art translation’ project inspired by Brauner, Tanguy, Miró, Magritte etc etc etc., and the week itself, all alone on the hottest week in July, only added a surreal edge to proceedings. This piece however, is not a reflection on that time, but why I reserve such interest in Surrealism.

            For me, it is the adult’s excuse not only to escape reality, but also to question it too. Why must a watch never droop? Why can’t a businessman have an apple for a face? These are probably the most famous examples, but the point still stands. We need these points, not a forward-straight path of reality, to enjoy ourselves. Surrealism embodies a resistance to established norms in flamboyant fashion. It isn’t (or at least I don’t think it should be) violent or dismissive, but playful and emotive. Max Ernst put it succinctly when he said ‘I believe the best thing to do is to have one eye closed and to look inside, and this is the inner eye. With the other eye, you have it fixed on reality, what is going on around the world’. You must observe your surroundings, but not let it fully dictate your relationship with it too. Surrealism to me is ironically a constant act of balance, a businessman on a tightrope.

            I enjoy incorporating surrealistic elements into my own work (and usually persist even if others don’t understand). I also enjoy work that, although not directly related to the movement, contains surrealistic tendencies, like Magic Realism or (up for debate) science fiction. It is away from what I already know or am expected to know and is subsequently all the more interesting because of it.

            In preparation of this article I have been reading Desmond Morris’ ‘The Lives of the Surrealists’. I am in equal measures astonished and fascinated finding out about the characters beyond their paintings and writings. Dalí is a well-documented case: not only did he fantasise about Hitler, he also supported Franco’s reign in Spain, only to flip-flop between these beliefs when the Second World War was beginning and, after Franco’s death, ‘transferred his allegiance to the Spanish royal family’. He also carried the largest ego within the movement, and after a while a person like that can become, in my mind, over-indulgent and sickly. It was also a shock to find that Breton, the proclaimed founder of the movement, was misogynistic and homophobic, and was often seen by the inner circle of Surrealists as dictatorial (and to their credit a lot of them brought up this point, only to be expelled or angrily dismissed). It is difficult to accept that these people held such beliefs or actions, but they must be put aside as individual characteristics, and allow Surrealism as an ideal to prevail. I relate much more to Miró, a ‘figure […] of small stature and immaculately dressed in an a quietly elegant suit’. He seemed, as Morris supposed, someone who put so much into their work that that was enough creativity without further causing or spilling havoc around him. If there were to be a neo-surrealistic movement, it would need its celebrities, but also many more Mirós.

            I think that I will always hold Surrealism in high regard and defend it to the hilt. I enjoy the inhibition it allows, the games you can play, the vividness it creates. On my travels, coming upon art galleries, I always hope to find art that is surreal, regardless of its owner’s artistic motivation or association. Long may that continue.