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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My new book is just out! YIPPPIEEE!! Started this in 2008 when I first came to London. Picked it up again in 2012 after coming back from living in Poland and Turkey. It was poems written at tube stops around London. Then poems written on the circle line in London. Finally it became poems written on trains all over the U.K. Sitting backwards on the way there. Sitting forwards on the way back. Some real. Some imagined. What's the difference? Super happy to have Blart Books publish it. Super happy!! Check it out!! Grab a copy!! It's poetry for pirates! Bernadette Mayer, Ted Berrigan, Ron Padgett are some of the influences. A little more about the book over at H_ngm_n (where some of the poems were also published): http://h-ngm-n.tumblr.com/post/86997117895/this-poem-this-monster-marcus-slease
“There is only seeing and, in order to go to see, one must be
a pirate” said Kathy Acker. This is pirate literature. On a train. Partly inspired by Ted Berrigan’s Train Ride from 1971,
Rides has a reality hunger. A mash up of memories and
observations on train rides all over the U.K.
“A moving stage theatre,”
“A special mission with a Mormon bodybuilder,”
“A donut the size of your face called the TexASS.”
The speaker is “staging the room for their own pornography.” Nicole Kidman and Tom Cruise make a special appearance in their epic blockbuster Far and Away on a train from Brighton. Natalie Portman’s dress appears on a train to Brighton. The “psycho southeast harbor” of Folkestone is an inferno of the shirtless being stuffed with chips. In Norwich children slide down a slide into a graveyard.The soundtrack is Pussy Riot and The Raincoats. Rides is a sad romance. “A gravy moat with mash potatoes in the middle.” Personal and personable, the speaker of these poems doesn’t “want to be
clever” they just want “to be real.” Domestic expansive and full
of truth nuggets: “If you paint a person / with house paint
they will live / if you don’t paint / the bottom of their feet.”
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…