Wednesday, 29 March 2017

European Union

At first it might have been coincidence
that we heard so many car horns
shifting through the Doppler effect,
or checked in at hotels where girls
in Sunday best held hands and sang
interminable folk tunes.

Only, the following day, new couples
emerged from a scaffolded church
with candles lit, and family groups
assembled in a park for photographs
where filigree blossom coincidentally
obscured the Stalinist backdrop.

Thirty, forty weddings eased
from municipal ceremonies to pose
beneath late-flowering cherry trees,
anticipated pleasures, and advice
they’d hardly need, being of an age
when all has seemed so changed.

Such innocence again around the square,
these brand new starts, this expectation,
Romanian sunlight on dove-grey dresses. 

Tom Phillips
From Recreation Ground (Two Rivers Press, 2012)

Sunday, 26 March 2017

Some various things

Recent online publications, in short:

Eight poems translated into Bulgarian by Bozhil Hristov and published in Literaturen Vestnik in Sofia:

Confessions of a rooky translator at Versopolis:

A poem in London Grip:

Two poems in Snakeskin:

A paper on writing and place from our conference in Montenegro in June:

And coming soon ... Balkan Poetry Today #1: