Luke Kennard - Tuesday 20th September

Here begins the CB1 Poetry 2011-2012 series. We have, as always, a fabulous line up for you -- click here for the programme -- and we're starting on the third rather than the fourth Tuesday in September, when we've been fortunate enough to secure a reading from the superb Luke Kennard.

'Inventive, ... fearless and hugely enjoyable' 
Nick Laird in The Telegraph


Luke Kennard is a poet, playwright and academic. He is a young a poet who is by turns witty, surreal and poignant. His first prose-poems collection The Solex Brothers was published by Stride, and won him an Eric Gregory Award in 2005. His second book – The Harbour Beyond the Movie - was published by Salt in 2007, and was shortlisted for the 2007 Forward Prize (Best Collection). At 26, he is the youngest nominee ever in the history of the Forward Poetry Prizes. His third collection, The Migraine Hotel, was released by Salt in 2009.

'Hailed as a witty wunderkind in the poetry world, 26-year-old Kennard starts with contemporary cultural slickness and moves brilliantly into the surreal. Truly, a poet to watch.' Christina Patterson in The Independent


He edits the occasional poetry journal Popularity Contest and edits and contributes to the poetry journal Succour. His work has been published in Riptide Journal, which is based within the University of Exeter. He is part of the comedy collective Pegobovine, He teaches at Birmingham University. He will also be partaking in the Bush Theatre’s 2011 project Sixty Six where he has written a piece based upon a chapter of the King James Bible.

Tuesday 20th September, The Punter, Open Mic floor spots, books for sale. Doors 7.30pm Readings 8pm. Tickets on the door only, £4/£3.


THE FORMS OF DESPAIR

We returned from the war happier, arms around our shadows—
Who claimed to be older than us. They told great jokes

Lay around barefoot, hair precisely
Unkempt, cigarettes hissing and glowing like christmas lights.

Only our fiancées were tired and bothersome,
Having forgotten how to love, or vice versa.

Some had moved to factories in other cities,
Others, when pressed said, ‘No-one’s forcing you to put up with me.’

We went skating with our shadows,
Huddled under the fir trees drinking sausage tea.

Inquisitive sheep collected around our camp;
It was good to be among the ice storm and the believers.

We described the funny pages to Simon—who had lost both his eyes
But the jokes didn’t work so well in description.


Luke Kennard