Kit Ingram

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ALT Introduction BY MID-SUMMER OF 1961, Norwegian-Shetlandic poet, Kristján Norge, had become entirely convinced he was the ‘imago agens’ or performing memorial catalyst of a demon. By the close of the year, he had vanished altogether from the Hebridean death station, Eilean a’ Bháis, leaving behind what came to be collated as The Lighthouse Papers and an abstruse amnesiac system, Ravage, now archived in the Scottish Poetry Library. The following pages, which Norge titled The Demon Tracts, are excerpted from his ‘loggbok’ and track the final months of his decline. A peculiar satellite work to Ravage, The Demon Tracts charts Norge's experience with the 'Sluagh nam Marbh', a malevolent wind of voices which traditionally blasted the Highlands and Islands of Scottish folklore. Norge insisted his encounter with the Sluagh was real and The Demon Tracts apparently testifies to this feral experience. Though feral, the tracts are organised — following the fingernail sliver of new moon

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ALT I Gentle or not, you lost me at Raven. Every time a Bird’s beak acts as a doorbell, a librarian shreds a book on Avian Flu. Lenore never loved you enough to be Virginia, barely enough to not confuse you with a racing pigeon. Edgar, I’ve been dreaming I’m you again, dreaming of our poor soul fed to a petting zoo where the children confuse crows for magpies, confuse trinkets for enough gold to buy a house and set our family up for life. We’ve earned the wrath of birds and poetry won’t save us; birds don’t care for sonnets. The man on the moon is stabbing himself nightly, inflicting tiny cuts so when the knife storm arrives he may be immune. Write about that, Edgar, write about that in your syphilitic state. Nobody remembers your final words but I can hazard a guess; eyes bent to the heavens, back arched in the drunken throes of a life seeping away, did you call out for an albatross? Did you see the blood pool on the moon’s craters, hear a heart beating somewhere three houses over

ALT The Village Acres When I think about you, father, I think about the field where we shot those rats with a walnut stocked gun. The spark of metal pellets off a dusty stable floor. Yellow cloud, yellow front teeth, a curl of dark red from a gurning mouth. To somehow be at peace, this quick knotting up of flesh. Yellow as the honeybees bunched above your shirt as you ran down the acre. Young birch tree planted in the middle learning to thrive in the immediacy of death. The chop of a battered shovel saddened by your frown. Stood in the brackish heat of a late summer sun, I hear the shriek of insects wild under straw, watch the shapes stooped in the dust of the poultry run. This heavy world sloshing in a rusty pail carried at arm’s length, your misunderstanding displayed on palms way too tentative to hold a child.

ALT BROKEN SLEEP BOOKS READINGS FROM 'DREAM LATIN' an anthology of writing about the subconcious, published by Broken Sleep Books in partnership with Aberystwyth University's Centre for Creativity and Wellbeing Dream Latin is an anthology which allows the subconscious to be a vehicle for reflection, not just of who we are, but also of who we might be. Here, in poetry, stories and essay, the unconscious is revealed as a place of fear, a place of hope, a place of longing, and a place of freedom. https://thebookshopbythesca.co.uk/events THURSDAY 22ND FEBRUARY: 1900 (7:00PM) START Free Entry. Refreshments provided

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