Road Closed
was emphatic, but the rusty sign hung on an open gate,allowing him to kid himselfand drive on through –up the narrow sandy trackin an erratic
sequence of hairpin bends towards the summit, and as he continued, with ever less option to reverse, he began to forget the warning, his lapsed
judgement eclipsedby glimpses of magnificencebeyond – hills, foldingto a pale blue infinity ... (read more)
Paul Munden
Paul Munden has published five collections, most recently The Bulmer Murder (Recent Work Press, 2017) and Chromatic (UWA Publishing, 2017). He was reader for Stanley Kubrick from 1988–98, and has been Director of the UK’s National Association of Writers in Education (NAWE) since 1994. He has worked as conference poet for the British Council and edited Feeling the Pressure: poetry and science of climate change (British Council, 2008). In 2015 he took up a position as Postdoctoral Research Fellow at the University of Canberra, where he is also Program Manager for the International Poetry Studies Institute (IPSI), running the annual Poetry on the Move festival. He is Associate Editor of Axon: Creative Explorations and the literary journal, Meniscus, and co-editor with Nessa O’Mahony of Metamorphic: 21st century poets respond to Ovid (Recent Work Press, 2017).
With daily practice
his stiff fingers founda music of their own,the muscle memory of his arma rhythm akinto the unique routine
of a bird of paradise,waiting for her to cometo his patch of groundand allow him to impress.
Paul Munden ... (read more)
(Il Cimento dell’ Armonia e dell’ Inventione) after Vivaldi for Nigel Kennedy ... (read more)
The violin
perched, slack-strung,on the dark wooden sideboardof your Palermitan apartmentopposite the cathedral,a gift you didn’t yet knowhow to tune, let alone play.
Your guests ignored it,heading straight for the plates of cheese, olives, bread,and wine in plastic flagonsfrom the market, musicflowing from an amplified phone.
Smokers braved the narrow stone balcony high above the lines of tr ... (read more)
What he overhears
is the tumble of dried fruit – cherries, currants, raisins, sultanas – and the rest is imagined: cinnamon, the grated rind of an orange, sifted flour … then there’s a crack – ‘never mind, let’s try another!’ – and he pictures the smashed yolk wiped from the floor before the comic repeat, but he forges on with his own task, and later lets a quarter bottle of cog ... (read more)