Tony Kitt

Tony Kitt Poems

Dead warriors of the wind;
their eye sockets
full of typography...
...

I kill you by naming you.
Because people are all breath.
If one speaks against autocrats,
his autobiography will be kept
...

Women are flying trees
wandering hands of the world

Crosses dream of becoming ladders
...

Life you've been wading through, its
calligraphy... The boulders behind your back
practice the baby smile of footballers.
You collect church seashells, you invite
...

In the vacuum of the moment, I accosted Prokofiev's metronome. Two walking billboards floated by, both depicting Stalin, with an inscription saying 'Elect one, get another free.'
'Rhythm... you can find it everywhere, even in your breakfast statistics, ' the metronome finally ticked out. 'It governs us communistically, and is rather crunchy. Taste it.'
Prokofiev's octofingers were making music of survival, his eyes sparkling with mindquirks. The weather man was bathing inside his liquid baritone. Stalin's portrait waved to the frame it had left behind and occupied the sky.
...

A red-tinted movie
of my address book:
houses collapsing,
people going into exile,
...

A man goes to the post office
to consign his flattened heart
to a voice in the receiver.
...

A tree asked a man: Why is your winged body
butterflied on the ground?
Who do you slave for
when the time is half past piffle?
...

Endless, reality approaches me
the way Thanatos comes for a mortal:
not in person.
...

10.

I once emigrated
from Jules Verne to Sir Walter Scott.
The wild beasts of my mind cages
...

Tony Kitt Biography

Tony Kitt lives in Dublin, Ireland. His family hails from County Mayo in the West of Ireland, as well as from Tuscany, Greece, and Poland. He has a background in biology, Celtic studies, and classical music, and has worked as a researcher, a journalist, and a creative writing tutor. His poetry chapbook entitled 'The Magic Phlute' has been published by SurVision Books (Dublin, Ireland) in 2019. His poems also appear in such magazines as Oxford Poetry, The North, Plume, Poetry Ireland Review, The Prague Revue, Cyphers, Under the Radar, The American Journal of Poetry, Stride, etc., as well as in a number of anthologies. They have also been translated into Italian and Romanian. In 2022, he edited the anthology of contemporary Ukrainian poetry about the war in English translation entitled 'Invasion' (SurVision Books,2022) . He performed at many festivals across Europe, e.g. in the UK (Manchester, Exeter, Glasgow, Belfast) , Germany (Frankfurt, Berlin, Munich) , France (Paris) , Belgium (Ghent, Liege) , Finland (Helsinki, Turku, Lahti) , Italy (Rome, Naples, Tuscany) , Switzerland (Lausanne, Morges) , Croatia (Zagreb, Zadar) , Macedonia (Struga) , Slovenia (Vilenica) , Romania (Craiova, Targu Jiu) , Montenegro (Podgorica) , Ukraine (Donetsk) , and in many Irish towns and cities. In 2003, he won the Maria Edgeworth Poetry Prize.)

The Best Poem Of Tony Kitt

Weather Forecast

Dead warriors of the wind;
their eye sockets
full of typography...

They pocket hailstones
of denial. They spell Draco's New Law
with their bodies.

Death is the way to avoid
further punishment,
spurts the oversized voice.

Billboards; the weather forecast
for tyrants. The silky breeze
of invasion, the clouds

of zero doubt. The thirty-first tyrant
breathes a black candle in his bunker.
He's busy writing uninhabited poems.


[First published in SurVision Magazine, Ireland]

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