GRANT FRASER (JUNE 7 1964 / ABERDEEN)
Biography of GRANT FRASER
GRANT FRASER Poems
Before night falls...
I can't quite describe the way they dragged those sacks of weightless carcasses
Have you ever heard of people stealing poems?
I'm not sure if you feel it like I do? people go down
You need new skin don't you, something to get into...
Poem falls on it's face, I pick it up, dust if off!
From room to room...
Where is it then, until you pause a film, put the heating on, shit,
What is west, we are not there with you, what is west
Orange House by the shore
I especially remember crumbling orange broken bricks in the sun,
It's the pinnacle, not to sound like anything else,
Alive (for Aftab Alam)
Poetry's alive, but what's that other thing that eats me...
Don't turn around look back, echoes - never stop!
The one in your head, or so you tell me,
Out Beyond Everything...
Agitation of a sort, between flight
3 Cheap Poems
1. Solitary confinement for all those now on line, especially with names exactly
The obvious man
in his obvious shoes,
in his obvious home,
pours over his obviously
It's so obvious, isn't it?
that i will protect my whole
sense of self with an obviously