Showing posts with label Tim Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tim Allen. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2026

One review and two poems in Tears in the Fence 83

I usually post on this blog to alert people to the fact that I’ve published a poem or two in Tears in the Fence or – more recently – an announcement of a new review or two in this excellent, long-running magazine.

This time I have both some poems and a review and I thought I’d offer an account of both contributions in what looks like a very interesting issue. (I’m writing this before my copy has arrived.) Thanks to David Caddy for choosing the poems and for letting me choose Tim's books from his list of books for review (and for allotting a large space for it). 

Let’s detail the review first. This is a long review of three books by Tim Allen: A Democracy of Poisons, Shearsman Books, 2021, Peasant Tower, Disengagement Books, 2021, and Very Rare Poems Upon the Earth, Aquifer Books, 2023. These three, the first constructed, the second condensed, the third extemporised, demonstrate how Allen’s sensibility works within different literary processes, and how he, and his readers with him, can see the world anew, refreshed in all its post-surrealist ‘daily miracle’, to quote Lee Harwood quoting Louis Aragon. They also show how the finest contemporary British poetry, as exemplified by these books, can restore us to the fullest of imaginative possibilities. (There's also a review by Keith Jebb in this issue of yet another book by Allen!)


To read it, though, you’ll have to buy this issue. Indeed, why not subscribe? Details are to be found here: Tears in the Fence 83 is out! | Tears in the Fence. As I say, it contains lots of goodies.

 


To read my poems, too, you’ll have to buy the magazine. I have two examples of my recent work, ‘Radio Therapy’ and ‘Empty Diary 2024 in the Style of Empty Diaries’. They are not related (other than they were written by me).

‘Radio Therapy’ is (unusually for me) the result of a ‘real’ experience: the experience of listening to the radio while I was having radiotherapy for prostate cancer and realising that I was listening to Jimi Hendrix’ ‘Voodoo Child’ (it’s no longer styled ‘Chile’). I imagine it as another of the poems ‘about’ or ‘round and about’ music that seem to be moving towards some sort of ‘collection’. Listen to it, particularly the way it opens. Then imagine a radiotherapy machine encircling you! Sublime!

(I know from reading this poem in public that people are immediately concerned about my health. As I put it on my annually updated biography on my website: ‘I’ve been recently passed from consultants into the monitoring gaze of nurses.’ It’s quite nice to be no longer of interest to the profession, though I’m grateful for the continued monitoring. Information on Prostate Cancer may be gathered here: Prostate Cancer UK | Prostate Cancer UK. And, yes, we DO need a screening programme in the UK!)  

The second poem, ‘Empty Diary 2024 in the Style of Empty Diaries’ is the penultimate poem in that sequence ‘Empty Diaries’. I’ve written of it elsewhere, but it is worth recalling that it began in the 1990s, early poems published as a book from Stride in 1998, and reappearing as the ‘spine’ of Twentieth Century Blues. It continued on into the twenty-first century, until 2025. One poem for each year, basically: 1901-2025. This one is less egregiously sexual than others in the series, and is about AI rather than edging or conspiracy theorists (to pick a couple of the other themes in recent specimens).


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I wrote about my previous reviews in TITF here:  Pages: Tears in the Fence 82 Reviews Reviews Reviews, and about the review before that and about reviewing generally (my thoughts about it and literary criticism, and me) here: Pages: My Tears’ review of Philip Terry’s Dante’s Purgatorio and my own Dante project revived – plus thoughts on reviewing.

Here’s a pretty fulsome post, with links, and videos, about the ‘Empty Diaries’ poems over the years: Pages: Robert Sheppard: The last two Empty Diary poems are published on Stride

And, finally, here’s a contribution to the Tears in the Fence website that I’d completely forgotten: an account of my ‘European Union of Imaginary Authors’ project from 2015:  The ‘EUOIA’ collaboration | Tears in the Fence.

Happy reading!

Thursday, May 15, 2025

Broken Spine Readings, Southport : May 21 : featuring Tim Allen

Broken Spine Readings

Every 2 months

Second gig!

Headline Poets – Featuring big names who push the form forward.

This month: TIM ALLEN (who was brilliant!)

Tim Allen lived for many years in Plymouth working as a primary school teacher. For two decades he helped, through the magazine Terrible Work and the Language Club reading series, to establish a vibrant poetry community. A Democracy of Poisons, one of a number of recent volumes, is a sequence of prose poems, is Tim Allen’s third Shearsman book and his first completed work following a move to Lancashire where he has been heavily involved with the avant wing of the North-West poetry scene, co-hosting the . The texts run parallel with the years of Austerity leading to Brexit and its fall-out, issues internalised here before resurfacing within new narrative contexts and scenarios in which modern cultural history competes with autobiographical conflict to be transported elsewhere by the chimera of language. Motifs arising from the perspective of age and change echo, but sparsely; what really unites the poems is a cruel humour, as often self-directed as aimed at the democracy of poisons. Weird writing, funny too. 

Next readings in this series, include Sarah Crewe and Maria Isakova-Bennett at least.

Check for future details! We are currently looking for a new venue. But, in the meantime: 

Also for your Merseyside poetry diary: European Poetry Festival, Open Eye Gallery, Liverpool: Sunday 6th July 2025: 3-5 Free, drop in (North West poets and European poets in collaboration. Usually fascinating.) I'll be collaborating...

Details : Liverpool 2025 - July 6th — European Poetry Festival

Friday, December 09, 2016

Tim Allen Disinherited Textures (for Patricia Farrell)

Disinherited Textures (for Patricia Farrell)

This is the latest map it is newer than it looks
This is the latest word on the object it is an exposed order
This is the latest apology for a landscape it is past thinking
This is the latest news it is not true not any more
This is the latest that anybody could imagine
This is the latest Zechstein sea it is your indoor swimming pool
This is the latest craze it was kept on ice
This is the latest friendship turning like a ship at sea
This is the latest cave found carved in air by psychology
This is the latest last time ever ultimately timed
This is the latest drug tested against groups of all-comers
This is the latest in literary fashion you’ve probably seen it before
This is the latest drawing of new water colours
This is the latest recording of your own shoulder being tapped
This is the latest tape keeping fates bunched together
This is the latest supper not the last supper that comes later 
This is the latest information available it is surprisingly musical
This is the latest political party following footprints in the sand
This is the latest seven days of spirituality to be read
This is the latest line in art lectures listened to by trilobites (bite sized lectures)
This is the latest face to grace
This is the latest wave of topological values it is spotless
This is the latest stamp it is a one issue birthday party

© Tim Allen

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