Biographical note: Sean Bonney was born in Brighton, grew up in the north of England, and he now lives in London. He has published a number of pamphlets, and his poems and essays have featured in many of the leading innovative magazines. Known as an exhilarating performer of his work, he has performed in London, Cambridge, Portugal, Prague and New York. A part time lecturer, he has taught at Birkbeck College, Roehampton, and the University of Southampton.
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EAN13: 9781844712519 ISBN-10: 1844712516 ISBN-13: 9781844712519 Author: Sean Bonney Title: Blade Pitch
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Publishing Pub date: 01-Nov-05 Extent: 168pp Height: 216 mm Width: 140 mm Thickness: 10 mm Weight: 252 gms Supplier:Gardners
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description/annotation:Blade Pitch Control
Unit gathers together Sean Bonney’s work of the past
five years. Bonney combines formal experiment with a sarcastic
voice rooted in punk to provide an original account of London’s
threatened psychogeography. His first major collection, the book
suggests new possibilities for political poetry and its relationship
to the urban environment.
Main description:Blade
Pitch Control Unit is a gathering of Sean Bonney’s
work in poetry over the last five years. It collects together
all the work from his previous pamphlets that he still feels
is valid, plus a number of previously unpublished pieces. The
presentation of this work in a single volume makes clear the
scope of his project as a psychogeographic/historical exploration
of the possibilities of political verse that would seek to obliterate
the pitfalls of simple protest or the expression of easily assimilable
opinions. The work moves from psychogeographical registerings
of Greenwich and the Isle of Dogs at the time of the Millennium
Dome, through excavations of the ghosts of millennial heresies
still present in contemporary London, and into a charting of
the effects of official mendacity on the psyche of any individual
citizen who knows that all private experience is collective.
The events of recent history play a major role, sometimes obliquely,
sometimes less so, but Bonney refuses to allow his voice to be
merely an outraged commentary on contemporary woes. Instead,
he presents a poetry that makes clear that the protestor is also
culpable, but equally a poetry that understands that only through
a registering of this position can a way out be found. For Bonney,
a poem is typically a highly rhythmic (or arrhythmic) object
that seeks through maximum density to communicate a dialectical
relationship with the cosmos, and to explore the faultlines of
official history and urbanism through which possibilities of
liberation can be traced.
Table of contents:
THE DOMESTIC POEM (2000)
cross harbour …
walk on. strike softly away from children …
It doesn’t matter if music’s attached …
Fast. Victoria to Warren St
Mayday
There’s got to be something …
Just going down there to post a letter …
Certain young aristocrats …
calling all dogs …
THE ROSE (2000)
pop stars on Holloway Road
For Bob, Cobbing Through the Soundhole, Where Cobbing IS
NOTES ON HERESY (2000–2001)
Tom O’Bedlam
Defects in the Structure of the State
Lyric Poetry: Surveillance
Confessional Poetry
Poisons, their Antidotes (2001–2003)
The Management Consultant Has Gone for Lunch
Paul Verlaine read poems on Old Compton St
Expulsions (on Marchmont St with coffee)
Poisons, their Antitdotes
FILTH SCREED (2003–2004)
all poetry that does not …
stood …
ant sore …
sketch …
questionable savagery …
thin suns bleat …
his opened mouth …
a lattice of swallow-screech …
this is a shop spurt yellow gas …
fly track …
at 9.38 you hear voices …
alembic strip neutral …
enabled history on the ant crawl …
the details at times are as vague as burn screams …
silver burst …
the words “we are loyal employees” …
I don’t …
86 him …
‘these’ pictures have come in lately …
click …
glue, magnetized …
hold on. does the traffic not worry …
Branson’s mouth imposed …
and he, who want to be adverts …
this is a love poem in 42cm …
bone sweat …
lids flicker …
the map of London …
survive commerce on …
nothing of importance …
BURNT NICKLE (2004–2005)
morally …
we understand …
demand protection for sex dolls …
social climbing among metals …
that the police station as system …
consumerism speaks only …
on cell wall …
Verdict :
Oona King
DOCUMENT (2005)
Filter OD
Document
Document: No Admittance
Document: Suicide Note
and soon asylum seekers will
sit in spit in box;
no land to speak of,
as all cities are curdled,
spat through algebraic memory, oblique
and polite. fatwa on numbers
who walk in greater circles,
but cities require danger as
all else is too smooth
like a faked baby neutralised
with nails: Branson as interpreter.
Richard Branson as mass memory.
Richard as mouth that says
run it like a firm
is no distortion, job seekers
recognise the friendly bacteria as
they do not wear ties
and grin in unison in
high alert, wear chemical suits
and join hands to keep
us out, sick bells. competition
is simple: get the best
seekers find the hidden seroxat
under black stones, botox stubble.
insert transients in cellular matter.
insert into property prices a
green dye, watch its progress –
vascular level – roast with garlic,
toss northern terraces to damp
sand, control information and grind
their stones and scatter the
value of land multiplies as
rumours of heritage coagulate like
sucking clams. look, a picture.
put a gate on it.
breathe in good film dust.
interpret the A–Z, any city
as satellite pincer movement, the
implications are that barren. we
recommend hibernation as first investment:
rich people are growing on
shredded voices gather gas underground
& Branson says make adventure
was meant to be great
but well is kinda dull
frames in specific parameters. eat
nice gas, nice exterior, nice
mass memory with running electricity.
the commune an aching sore:
we are all on pills
and torture. we’ll take anything.
Review quote: These
poems are scores for impassioned recitation, burning with a rare
urgency and intelligence … They have a raw quality: manic
states inscribed in phrases short enough to catch them. Because
the poems are written for Bonney's speaking voice, they have an
elegant rhythmic flow: this elegance provides a foil for the desperation
and violence of the content.
Ben Watson
Poetry Review
Unpublished endorsement
: This is a poetry of social refusal in every
sense. It says ‘no’ incessantly to all forms of consensus
and launches a fierce and directed attack on the forces that
betray us into saying ‘yes’. It's a poetry I trust.
Jeff Hilson
Unpublished endorsement
: Sean Bonney is not the Rimbaud of Fentiman
Road, London SW, even if he sometimes parties as though he were.
There’s much more to him than that; not least the broadest
gamut of any poet I know, from Lettrist marks in charcoal genuine
Old Stone Age technology to computer manipulation of digital
scans. And there’s every sort of textual practice in between.
These poems meet the end of a quarter-of-a-century of the monetarist
project with an entirely appropriate and seemingly unappeasable
venom; a rage perhaps only met previously in late-70s Barry MacSweeney
or John James, mixed with a constructive dexterity and and a
recombinatory energy akin to Maggie O’Sullivan. (What exactly is a “MOTHFLOOM”?)
This is vital poetry from a writer fortified with wit and stored
with disdain. Ladies and gentlemen: Sean Bonney.