If you like the Pages, then you’d probably like to have one delivered to your door every two weeks – right? You can get the next seven of them for £19 by clicking here. And look, we bathe together. Props to Alex ‘The Man with the Thighs’ Manthei, Editor in Chief of Two Words For, for the photo.
Lazy and sunny and sleepy Sunday evenings can blur by. So, we’ve decided that every week we’ll release some “Sunday Snippets” from the latest Page on our Twitter. We’ll put them on here too.
First up this week, is Hannah Spector’s ‘[peeling glass], which begins:
was made of fuzzy
glass and all
that was needed
of my body
so my mother
me lightly across
Next is a short excerpt from Jonathan Larson’s prose-piece ‘Eye 1’:
‘just a slim niblet I take into my hand as he takes into his hand but not yet into my pocket as he not yet into his pocket because it is not mine until I give back nothing really just brain space 1 gestured token 1 scale on which to set and consider the generational exchange taking and naeming 1 airrift between A & E’
The third #SundaySnippet is the opening stanza to Marie McGrath’s poem ‘Strange Man’:
‘After you cried the night before,
babbling moronic like you’d
never learned to speak at all,’
The final #SundaySnippet for this week comes from Erik Pederson’s short poem ‘Brush with death’…
‘& the best part of the car wash
occurs when the engorged red brushes come
and slap my car in unision’
They’re all from the first side of Page 20. We’ll tweet #SundaySnippets from the other side next week. If you’ve been lured in by these excerpts – then buy a copy from here to touch and smell and read for yourself.
So, like, yeh. We said some words in Florence at the NYU La Pietra Dialogues discussion on ‘The Power of Poetry in Contemporary European Society’ a few weeks ago. Some of these words were live-tweeted on their twitter feed, along with photos and other little bits. Here’s a few select segments of things that were said – and you can see the others on their twitter.