I also recently read Chris Parkinson's pamphlet 'City Boy in Blind Spot Trauma' which has some lovely poems. (I liked 'A Farewell to Modernism': "I would have measured my life with coffee spoons / But they are all in the sink / With the washing up.")
Reimaging from memory: "Something weird happens when we try to recreate cultural artifacts from
memory: the result has less to do with the artifact, and more to do
A beautiful post from richtextformat.net on the aftermath of the Ice Prince: Brighton Beach wood sculpture. I wish the wooden tide was an annual event. It was a strange and beautiful sight, particularly when people were able to respond to it.