Marcus Slease (JJ Mars) is a (mostly) surrealist and fabulist writer from Portadown, N. Ireland and Utah.
His latest book is Play Yr Kardz Right (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2017).
He lives in Madrid, Spain.
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I traveled from Milton Keynes to London all last week. After one busy extremely stressful week I have a job and a place to live. I will take the train tomorrow to London. I will live with six other guys in a cheap flat share in North London (Wood Green). The new job is in marketing and administration for a language school in North London. They will train me. Still a lot of stress ahead. Gotta breathe deep. New job with lots of new things to learn. The new flat is quite messy and old and the room is very small but it is very cheap for London (£240/month) so at least it is a start. I can survive until my first paycheck. The downside is that I won't have any internet :-( I am going to try to get a pay as you go plan. Means I have to top it up a lot. £15 for 100 hours. Limited hours on the internet so will have to plan carefully.
This review really hit it for me. I recently read Maurice Scully's _Livelihood_ and Geofrey Squires _Untitled and Other Poems_ is on deck (I love that baseball term. It is baseball, right?)
I think this is from The Nortre Dame review, but I found it via goofle (I mean google).
Another Ireland: Part Two
Maurice Scully, The Basic Colours. Durham, UK: Pig Press, 1994.
Geoffrey Squires, Landscapes and Silences. Dublin: New Writers' Press, 1996.
Catherine Walsh, Idir Eatortha and Making Tents. London: Invisible Books, 1996.
By Robert Archambeau
I began the first half of this article (Notre Dame Review #4) by mentioning some of the limits to the legendary hospitality Ireland has shown to its poets. If you arrive in Ireland from any point of departure outside of Eastern Europe, you will indeed find a public far more willing than the one you left behind to grant poets the recognition all but the most ascetic secretly crave. However, this hospitality has never extended to Irish poets w…