A small selection of Sinclair Beiles's poems have been translated into Greek by Yannis Lavadis and published by Bibliotheque, Athens.
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Sunday, March 13, 2022
Saturday, June 23, 2012
And she brought a little boy to me, by Sinclair Beiles
And she brought a little boy to me
to make love to
and when his tears
welled up in his eyes
she said to him
come to mother.
her breasts were smeared with honey
and I said to her
alright you can take me
to America.
(First published in Ashes of Experience, Wurm Publishers, Pretoria, 1969, then in Porno Literature, ed. Christo Doherty and Sarah Mills, Bobbejaan Pers, 1989. Reprinted in my ghost in the bush of lies, Paul Wessels, Deep South, Grahamstown, 2005.)
to make love to
and when his tears
welled up in his eyes
she said to him
come to mother.
her breasts were smeared with honey
and I said to her
alright you can take me
to America.
(First published in Ashes of Experience, Wurm Publishers, Pretoria, 1969, then in Porno Literature, ed. Christo Doherty and Sarah Mills, Bobbejaan Pers, 1989. Reprinted in my ghost in the bush of lies, Paul Wessels, Deep South, Grahamstown, 2005.)
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Thursday, January 20, 2011
Sinclair Beiles on surrealist poetry
'Most surrealist poetry became mannered and in its quest for unusual relationships between words, and ideas, was set down at the expense of feelings and motives. The poems became beautiful seashells devoid of life.'Sinclair Beiles, from the introduction to Marta Proctor's Offering of fire.
Labels:
Marta Proctor,
poetry,
Sinclair Beiles,
surrealism
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