By Stephen Kingsnorth The Clock A classical pastiche: corner cherubs, putti poorly cast which now corrode, Tempus Fugit plate, commanding serif comment overall, arranged on brittle face, metallic square, crude cut. Encased in wood pretending plastic, even hardboard, glue, mis-stained, this poor-imagined age and quality are what money buys for the undiscerning, those who own … Continue reading The Clock and Other Poems
Academy of the Heart And Mind 