Monthly Archives: December 2018

Review of Quentin S Crisp’s ‘October’

Posted on December 1, 2018 by johnbrucecairns

I’m not going to go into every poem in Quentin S Crisp’s October but the first amuses with the last sentence.  He’s life and he’s hungover.  It’d be amusing if he only meant from drinking.  More interesting is the exclusivity … Continue reading →

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Quentin S Crisp’s ‘September’ Reviewed

Posted on December 1, 2018 by johnbrucecairns

Rattling at the door Portended a neighbour.  Instead, “Sorry, Yvann; I’m Not in the mood for you.”  But Am I in the mood for this?   Quentin S Crisp’s September, unexpectedly not prose but a slim booklet of tanka, up … Continue reading →

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Pseudo-Ghost

Posted on December 1, 2018 by johnbrucecairns

His ghostly veil was worn so thin Even he forgot what he’d spun it from. His friends saw through its transparency, Not feeling so much as the touch of a cobweb On the back of their hands as they brushed … Continue reading →

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