About this book
(Smith/Doorstop, October 2013, £5
A new short collection of poems, each one of which begins ‘This poem…’. Bankers, tax havens, call centres, the riots, Jimmy Savile and the Olympics -- all these and more appear alongside tender and more personal pieces. These witty and astute snapshots of contemporary life are a topical tour-de-force -- 'news that will stay news'.
Time was when poetic talent came dearer than gold...(Ovid, Amores,3,8)This poem is my annual bonus...I know, know
most folk slog away for a modest return with no extras
and their work's in the public interest
teaching and healing and cleaning and stuff. Whereas.
But I'm a poet, and who are you to interfere
If the powers above choose to reward me?
Remember the value of the words I generate
and I shall contribute to the cultural economy
Be warned: if you deprive us poets of bonuses,
we'll be forced to move and work abroad
In a different language, and London will lose its place
as the poetry hub of the Western world.
Is that what you want? No? I thought not.
You're just jealous of the cats that get the cream,
Go on, admit it: we're worth our bonuses.
Every stanza. Every line-break. Every half-rhyme.
Morrison brings delicately
One of our most sensitive and
Blake Morrison is a bloody marvel
© blakemorrison.com 2006