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The Silence of Night
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Isn’t it funny? The silence of night.
You can try to mask it with TV sounds,
maybe music with the volume just right;
yet still, it envelopes me and surrounds.
The world feels different at night. Stiller.
The silence deafens me. I’m not alone
and in the silence my thoughts feel shriller
disjointed - I wander through the unknown.
Perhaps I’ll feel better with the light on
or maybe it will just illuminate
the things I know for certain to be gone.
Will it cause my mind to hallucinate?
I think I may be in love with the night
But before I know it, it’s light - -
-Lives Through Poetry
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A Black Mile
Staining your skin seems like a pretty big commitment to me.
It’d probably the tree,
The image to the sound,
That got me through.
That understood me when nothing else did
The image to the sound
That scarred my soul
I guess it shows how much that tree means to me.
I’ve never been the best at commitment.
I quite Karate twice.
I got a lifetime ban from the same McDonalds, twice
I can’t stick to anything.
But I’d stick to this.
For what it means to me.
For what Andy’s words awaken in me.
They transcend
They transform me
They transport me
A Black Mile To The Surface.
- Jack Stowell
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How do we rest?
Knowing the end draws near
The time is around the corner
And my mind draws unclear
Clouds and rain
In between my nose
Lightning around my neck,
A place of quiet just around the eyes -
To be drenched in a storm of wet
Heat waves up inside my throat,
Warm suns’ drip onto my tongue,
Humidity fogs the forecast
And I am
Undone,
Between the temples
Demons wrestle,
Pushing at me
A parasol in the wind
I catch on tight,
Bleed for air
All when we cannot know,
What we might
Is this the right thing God?
Am I acting as I should?
The waves of spitting shores
Blind me as I pray
I’m judged by every Pharisee
And I cannot see the way
I wrestle in the low tide
Calm shores are ahead
But the battleground
Hails down
And has no need for give
Peace is coming
A silence
I cannot speak
Let me wait for
Clear skies
Days of calm
And open ocean
Soft cloud springs
Lilllies on the lake
When I am settled
Within my heart
And
Have no need
To fight
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With this dagger in my hand, I killed an innocent man. I took away the life, the world, and everything From this one lonely being. Because I’m a malefactor, A villain, an evil, an exterminator, I made him suffer from a delicate pain! A suffering worse than death so plain! #poetrycommunity #poemoftheday #poetry #WordsbyHassan #sadquotespage #sadedits⚫️ #lovequotes #ukpoetry #englishpoetrylovers #poetryporn #poetrygram #poemporn #poemsporn (at London, United Kingdom) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cl0TnRrDzP4/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Stars
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Where would the sky be without stars?
Our shapes catch the eye of the sky, and it tries to twist and bend us.
Might one day we escape its gravity? A sky so heavy.
As one star is choked, fading to black, it breathes the last of its fire into another. Life. Light.
Now it is night, and you see us clearly. Together we illuminate.
-Lives Through Poetry
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How I drown - A.A.
And I was drowning,
Absolutely drowning in my own guts,
Blood
And thoughts,
Paranoia was hitting me like a train wreck,
Smacking through the back of my spine,
I lurched forward
Attacked,
Once again
Believing in the dark characters my mind created,
Snivelling rats of humans picking at dead corpses,
Vultures swooping down
Into the innocent sweet mouse,
That was me
All the dead corpses were me
That poor dead rabbit
Was me,
And the rain just pelted on top of the drowning,
I whispered into the cold
My words turned to an ice cloud,
'Fear'
A terrible sound,
My sweet blood began to trickle down my wrists,
It tasted like melon drops and lillies,
I thought of every single time I'd embarrassed myself,
Another strike to the soul
I fell more into the water,
Being crushed between gravity and the oceans pull of myself,
Lower and lower
Sinking like a toffee in the wind
Swaying and bobbing,
I laughed
Uncontrollable laughter
A terrifying scene,
And yet they were laughing too,
The scarecrows,
The ants,
Opportunists,
"Ah for your pain is hilarious"
They twist and chuckle,
As I break into a thousand pieces,
Split and stretched more than patisserie dough,
A formidable height I was to fall
Until being smacked down
Into the table
Where I was laid out for display,
An echo chamber where I was curdled to laugh and cry,
Wings splayed out of my open chest,
And the crowd looks on in astonishment,
A freak!
They danced,
Caressing their glasses,
Spilling more of themselves than could fit into a pair of trousers,
And I watch on,
My body floating into mid haven
A lost cavity,
A trickle of my being still left,
My hair tangles in branches
And my dress flies,
I hold on and am here,
In this bed,
In my room,
With him,
And I'm turned away,
When I want to be as close to his chest as possible,
A song inside me bleats to reach there,
The bell jar shattering as my hand caresses his head,
I gaze,
Mesmerised,
At God,
At life,
At me,
At him,
At us,
Home.
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Jeremy Dixon’s ‘In Retail’ (2019)
(Disclosure: I don’t know Jeremy very well, but I met/saw him a couple months back when we performed at an online festival, Stay at Home Fest. Butcher’s Dog Magazine had an open mic where they invited writers from previous issues of the mag to come and perform stuff they’d had published with them, and outside of that. Since then, I’ve been reading and offering reviews to people from that evening, so I’m kicking off with In Retail. In Retail is published by Arachne Press, I don’t personally know anyone from there, it’s the first time I’ve heard of them. They’re dedicated to publishing titles from LGBTQIA+ writers, Jeremy Dixon himself identifies as queer, and they’re an environmentally conscious publisher, which I think is admirable. I don’t know many publishers who have an eco statement, as Arachne Press does here.)
In Retail is an incredibly observant collection, and I feel it’s for that reason, it is so moving and relevant, really. The collection is written from Jeremy’s experiences working in a well-known chain of chemists, spending life on the other side of the till. And I think when you get into a job within hospitality, there is a perceived monotony which comes from the client’s point of view, that on we go and the cashier remains stood, serving the next person and waving goodbye. In Retail disproves these gross suppositions. From the moment it begins, there is a deep looking, there is humour, there is trauma. Our interactions are held and studied amidst transaction. The reality could not be more crippling, nor more awkward, or ecstatic in some places. Consumer culture is embedded into the very form of the writing itself. Every page of this collection, quite appropriately, reads like a shop receipt, and small events, repeated phrases and nods become products of each day that the ‘I’ here, takes home with them. We scan our way down each poem, every one of which are headed ‘IN RETAIL’ and footed by different, often repeated, end-notes. These parts are greyed out which gives them a carbon-copy feel, and it’s quite intentional, as Jeremy originally wrote these poems on the back of till-roll paper. Even the typography, the titles themselves are consistent with the font you might find on till receipts, and are numbered like so “00/01″. Transaction of the day.
I think this collection is for anyone who calls themselves a people-watcher. I think it is for anyone who observes other people as part of a living. I am reminded of that line from Nessa in Gavin & Stacey: ‘I see every thread of life’s rich tapestry in between these three walls. The whole spectrum of human emotion.’ In Retail is a gallery of these experiences, the human vernacular, familiar and terrifying, the assortment of mannerisms and quips stood between Jamie Oliver and Lipsy. More pertinently, it’s an education in how to hold back the things you want to say.
The first poem immediately sets a precedent, ‘00/01′:
Already there’s a feeling of intimidation, a tentative look into the night-shift. But the speaker seems so used to it, the poem merely invites the potentially problematic sequence of difficulties, in ‘Come methadone paper / wavers, talking backwards [...] Come red raw builders buying aerosol plasters’. It seems fearless actually, and I think this preface of ‘With the night come’ ascertains that there is nothing irregular about this, that it’s a case of dealing with the last of the rabble before shutting doors. Inconvenient yes, tiresome yes, but completely usual. Until:
We are on the countdown to finish, for some people, this is the longest and sometimes most excruciating part of the shift. It is quickly clipped by a sinister threat: ‘She leans close / to whisper: I can get you cut. And it’s quite paralysing, as if I too inhabit this space between them as a reader, surveying the threat. There’s no further description, except we are left with the tail end of the receipt, speaking backwards: ‘THANK YOU FOR YOUR CUSTOM’. You have to wonder, how many times do we express gratitude for abuse, in the name of professionalism? How many times do we fear on our way out of work, someone will avenge us for doing our job? And there’s something about how, besides imitating the aesthetic of a receipt, how these greyed-out end-notes feel like cloudy afterthoughts from the muddied product of experience here.
‘00/03′ is driven by repeated utterances, as the stanzas are dragged out further, tragedy thickens. Humour is softly churned into despair. The day begins with the echo of the cashier’s mantra:
Good morning. Do you have an Advantage Card? And would you like a bag? Please enter your PIN.
An address all too well recognised. Polite, measured, sedate. It continues:
Good morning. Thank you for waiting. Do you have an Advantage Card? And would you like a bag? Please enter your PIN. Good morning. Thank you for waiting. No one’s answering the bell. Do you have an Advantage Card? And would you like a bag? Please enter your PIN. [...] Morning. Thank you for waiting. No one’s answering the bell. They’re all at a party without me. Seems I’m the only one left in the ship. I could find myself with a riot on my hands. Yes, you’re right it isn’t good enough is it. Did you have an Advantage Card? And would you like a bag? Please enter your PIN. Mourning. Thank you for belling. No one’s answering the weight. And there’s another party without me. Seems I’m the only one left in the world. I could find myself with blood on my hands. Yes you’re right it isn’t God enough is it. Mother says contactless is Satan’s kiss. Have you taken the advantage? And do you need a nosebag? Please enter your PAIN.
That line in the final stanza is incredible. ‘Mother says contactless is Satan’s kiss’. Payment is a glide of the hand, quick, dismissive, a kiss that never touches the glass. Thoughtlessness cushions temptation. As the stanzas stretch with each additional line, the regular address hailed to customers is muddled with the internal thought processes and feelings of the ‘I’. The transaction is deflected away from the customer, and instead, the receipt becomes a kind of monologue for the ways in which the shop is in debt to the cashier’s slog. Plays on words reinforce the ‘I’s’ unfound respite, a “good morning” turned ‘Morning’ before being reduced to a state of ‘Mourning’. Something particularly painful in this poem is that the customer is never failed to be greeted, as the ‘I’ staggers under the weight of other miseries, and gestures of kindness often go ignored. It seems that, unlike the flurry of clients, the feelings of the cashier are hardly ever addressed.
Jeremy quite often sheds light on the inequities the colleagues face within the workplace throughout the collection, also the changeability of management’s welfare towards staff. This is evident in ‘00/07′:
Seems we all get headaches. There used to be a staff stash of paracetamol kept behind Pharmacy but now you have to buy your own.
We hear it a lot, don’t we? “Once upon a time you used to get that for free”, “Once upon a time you could bring in your mate for that and nobody would bat an eyelid”, “I’d lose my job now if I did that”. It’s symptomatic of how kindness now, comes at a price. As business progresses, profit turns a profit on its staff. Why vouch for their welfare when you can turn them into a customer?
And in ‘00/14′:
As the collection continues, it becomes clear colleagues are encouraged to fend for interests which do not secure them, where management is distinguished as a separate entity, and the question of a company’s morals are measured based on how much stock is left rather than quizzing how a staff of people really feel. It seems that they are aligned very much in the same ways in which perfume giftsets and creams are humped across shelves gathering dust, as it is in ‘00/08′:
the Late team is working extra duty sales-planning Christmas in mid-September obeyed lasered maps of where to stack Lipsy and Jamie Oliver the shelves are filthy far too low for packs to stand
I find that phrase ‘extra duty’ so profound here. While ‘duty’ alone feels like a commendation of a word, ‘extra’ has consumerist connotations which commodify and capitalise on what it means to take ‘duty’. And it’s as though the tendrils of capitalist vernacular are constantly squeezing out the moral value of its workers, “far too low” to really “stand”. I also remark on this poem for the internal segregation between colleagues, the awkwardness of age difference separates their sense of humour:
Upside down plays on the radio and I attempt an electric slide but they’re too young to appreciate an 80s move
There’s a clear distinction between management and the shop floor but Jeremy does not attack it per se, rather it’s the observational quality to the writing which leaves us to make our own assumptions based around what is being seen and heard. I think of how staff are set together like the stock, together, regimental, before being dispersed by the chaos of Christmas shopping prep. Jeremy reinforces these distinctions between team members by sectioning the collection into three, the first being {STAFFED}, the second {MANAGED} and the third, {CONSUMED}. The final section seems to embrace the two as incubators of consumerism, that together they oversee it.
In Retail is grounded in more broader political contexts which compounds the politics of the high-street chemist. In ‘00/26′:
today the queue is strung with angry people angry that we are leaving angry that people are angry that are leaving angry that people are still talking about leaving [...] angry at Labour angry at Plaid angry at their parents angry at the Papers angry at the Pound angry that all the Star Gifts sold out before they arrived
Anger here compounds the atmosphere of the shop floor. It also feels like a currency in a way, in which people have been mis-sold an idea. In this case, I assume it to be Brexit. Plaid (Plaid Cymru, a Welsh political party), parents, products of a misleading mess funnel down into papers and Star Gifts, and anger reduces in its worth as it is dismissively directed into all things. Serious issues don’t matter if you can’t buy what you want. I note that Jeremy again, never openly takes a side per se, but rather the writing here becomes a neutral ground on which things happen to the voice, and it is left to us as readers to make assertions.
And part of the frustration and the humour in a collection like In Retail is that voice becomes a collective of common phrases and repeated mannerisms, bits of eavesdropping and stacked quotes from customers which saddle the experience of working the tills. I think of ‘00/29′: ‘A man buys a pint of milk / And I’m not buying anything else, / because I’ve been so bad lately. / Really bad.’ and in ‘00/34′, I initially hear a consistent whinging of a child asking for stuff (though that’s not ascertained exactly who is speaking here), ‘please can I have an iphone X / please can I have an Xbox ONe / please can I have Hexbugs / please can I have Hot Wheels’ before the voice turns stranger: ‘[...] / please can I have a black wollit / please can I have how / please can I have Portmeirion’ and the requests become duller, more abstract, more absurd because this collective of voices consistently gabbing for things they want, soon becomes a collective voice of not really knowing what it wants, at all.
In Retail is as much funny as it is sinister. It’s an objective look at people, and I sometimes think that its observant nature is sustained by a certain professionalism, that holding back, that inability to pass judgement as an employee, that ‘customer is always right’ mentality, where the subject’s inner turmoil seldomly slips, because it isn’t really allowed to. And when it does, it’s within a cacophony of maddening queries, the tannoy blaring customer announcements, the baskets of unnoticed returns which will still be there tomorrow. In Retail leaves a lot to reflect on, because it is so relevant to us, still, and given the time in which some of the poems were composed back in 2017, it’s clear that not much has changed. Its wit and composition is to be admired, particularly for its literal-ness, the act of turning a book into a series of a receipts is of course, a wonderful irony for anyone purchasing it from a different shop. It is cheeky and mournful, but perhaps more pertinently, it encapsulates all the dimensions of the human condition within a public space at a distance so well-executed that it feels alien to read.
Of course, if this review’s won you over, you can purchase In Retail right here. You can also follow Jeremy over on Twitter too and find out a little bit more about him over on Arachne Press’s site.
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