In Issue Two, the dampness of the air and earth pushes deep personal mythologies forward, reclaiming traits of fire to create an otherworldly warmth.
These poets’ words seem to have emerged from the inflection of a question, from attempts at home-making, from the feeling of last days, from the splitting of earth and skin.
We’re circling an apocalypse. The mess made by oligarchical figures of past and present has accumulated and the pipes can’t hold it all together. We will have to face our shit…
ruru and cop sirens are orbiting
a rented disco ball while the
public sun turns serpentine
limbs shirtless and reddening
and myth bleeds into art
and piss-stained air fertilises a
while the rotting seaweed
gives supernatural powers
to the broken traffic lights…
and Nine Live Issue Two is nestled within it all – nine poets prying open their skin to reveal subterranean landscapes where they dance along the rim of moonlit toilet bowls.
In Issue Two, the dampness of the air and earth pushes deep personal mythologies forward, reclaiming traits of fire to create an otherworldly warmth.
These poets’ words seem to have emerged from the inflection of a question, from attempts at home-making, from the feeling of last days, from the splitting of earth and skin.
We’re circling an apocalypse. The mess made by oligarchical figures of past and present has accumulated and the pipes can’t hold it all together. We will have to face our shit…
ruru and cop sirens are orbiting
a rented disco ball while the
public sun turns serpentine
limbs shirtless and reddening
and myth bleeds into art
and piss-stained air fertilises a
while the rotting seaweed
gives supernatural powers
to the broken traffic lights…
and Nine Live Issue Two is nestled within it all – nine poets prying open their skin to reveal subterranean landscapes where they dance along the rim of moonlit toilet bowls.
