Ernesto Sarezale

ernesto-bc-optomize-NEW-150x150 Ernesto Sarezale IN THE NAME OF THE FLESH

This book is the union of two overlapping sets of poems. One set includes all the poems that were performed by Ernesto Sarezale in his critically acclaimed one-man show “In the Name of the Flesh”, premiered at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in 2010. The other set includes poems by Ernesto Sarezale that have been published in a variety of outlets. Whether part of the show or not, all poems in this collection were written “in the name of the flesh”. 

Ernesto Sarezale is the penname of a Basque cognitive scientist, poet, multimedia performer and video artist living in London. Ernesto’s “erotic magic realism” has been tipped as “Dali-esque”, “refreshingly surreal and slightly unsettling”, “gently confrontational”, “darkly humorous”… Ernesto is currently the promoter of London’s quarterly erotic literary soirée Velvet Tongue. In the flesh, on the flesh, in the name of the flesh…
Extract:
 I Told You:
 
“Don’t you realise, I say,
that the scratches on your ankles
are the imprint  of your pulse,
a cardiogram, the completion of a track
from your heart to your intestines,
from your rectum to my fist,
from my elbow to my torso,
from my heart to my left hand,
and from my nails to your skin?”

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ISBN 9781291995480
Edition first edition
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 24 October 2014
Language English
Pages 40
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.11 kg
Dimensions (centimetres) 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall

Alain English

Outside In

alain-bc-optomize-203x300 Alain EnglishAlain English, autistic Scottish man, lays down in these poignant pieces taken from Outside In his first poetry collection  life about living with Asperger’s, along with absurd and funny snapshots of London life. You will never look at Asperger’s Syndrome or London in the same way again.

 

                                                Poem from Outside In

                                                        Weekender

The weekend is here and these miserable evenings Will see the chaotic predictable pleasures Of many engaged in their chatter and drinking The poison that powers the games they are playing.In pubs, on the streets, all the courting and fighting That happens between all the regular people.It stings me whenever I see all the people

I’m scared to approach and enduring these evenings Alone and depressed, I’m afraid and I’m fighting My fears by resisting my need for these pleasures,By hiding myself in my room and I’m playing Computer games, watching the telly, not drinking.Detached from the buzz of the booze they are drinking

In town on a Saturday night when the people. Will flirt with themselves and each others, they’re playing A sexual game that enlivens livens their evenings With many exciting adventures and pleasures.How often does banter descend into fighting, The petty stupidity triggers the fighting,

 

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ISBN 9781291995213
Copyright Alain English (Standard Copyright Licence)
Edition first edition
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 19 November 2014
Language English
Pages 44
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.11 kg
Dimensions (centimetres) 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall

Ant Smith

Joy, Fear and F–k It

  My first collection of poetry

 antbc-optomize-214x300 Ant SmithJoy, Fear and F–k It by Ant Smith The Game Cat has been performing poetry for 20 years and this collection includes the major works from his stage performance canon.

More are available by connecting the author, whilst he yet lives.  It said by Second Chance this is out standing first collection  Joy, fear and F–k It by Ant Smith

Poetry has the power to effect positive cultural change, and so I am proud to present this collection in association with Second Chance.

Although often presented in a comedic framework, these pieces all carry a spine of steel. Read them once to laugh, and twice to cry. It is a dark world in which we live. 

 

 

 

 

Poem from Joy, Fear and F–k It

I Will ruin You

I will ruin you

Like champagne ruins rich kids

Like wasps can ruin picnics

Like kisses ruin lipstick

I will ruin you

Like Hollywood ruins novels

Like poets ruin bottles

Like brick walls ruin knuckles

I will ruin you

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ISBN 9781291945515
Edition First
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 24 October 2014
Language English
Pages 47
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Weight 0.12 kg
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14.81 wide x 20.98 tall

Habiba Hrida

Making it Verse

making-it-Verseoptomize-150x150 Habiba HridaI was born in Stoke Newington and brought up in North London in the bosom of a large family. Being Anglo/Arab I always had the extra influence that my Dads heritage offered which made me a little more open to other religions and philosophies from the start .Having always been aware of the unseen influences around us I realised my altruism could only be made true if I wrapped it up in poetry, Making it Verse  where it would be safe. In this world of illusion anything from the heart needs to be protected. The growth of my work has hung on the fact I do believe we are being directed by an unseen force .My dilemma is what to call that. I would like you to read the poems from that angle to get the true meanings and messages concealed within.

 

                                                                                 Poem From ‘Making it Verse’

‘In the blizzards of my memory lies a piece of broken glass,

In the sunsets of my fantasies the heart is beating fast.

In the rivers of my sorrows sits a changeling, so alone,

In the fairground of my happiness, freaks and hobos roam!’

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ISBN 9781291890358
Edition First
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 20 October 2014
Language English
Pages 52
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.13 kg
Dimensions (centimetres)
14.81 wide x 20.98 tall

Nick & Heather Sullivan

         SIBLING RIBALDRIES ! Rather Rude Rhymes

heather-and-nicky-b-optomizec-209x300 Nick & Heather SullivanSibling Ribaldries ! Rather Rude Rhmes our first collection South East London sisters Nicky & Heather Sullivan have been performing as ‘Office Girls Go Crazy’ for many years, amusing the clientele of SE London pubs and clubs with their odd poems, (composed during their lunch hour) terrible singing and smutty jokes. Performances supporting John Cooper Clark and Vic Reeves Big Night out in New Cross led them to the legendary Tunnel Club, where they braved flying beer glasses, chairs and bodies – all encouraged by Malcolm Hardee. Great fun! Still performing their rather rude poems and jokes, the Office Girls are regulars on the London poetry/comedy circuit, and of course, Edinburgh. Now you can read a collection of their poems in ‘Sibling Ribaldries – Rather Rude Rhymes’ – if you dare…

                                       Poem from Sibling Ribaldries

                                                        TITS UP!

I was feeling a bit down the other day, As my chest had southwards drifted, So I popped into M&S And bought a new bra, Well now I feel quite uplifted! nicky sullivan

 

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ISBN 9781291995459
Copyright Nicky & Heather Sullivan (Standard Copyright Licence)
Edition first edition
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 19 November 2014
Language English
Pages 52
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.13 kg
Dimensions 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall
(centimetres)

IDF Andrew

 

The Bird of Morning is my first collection of poems.                            

 
bird-of-morning-rob-1-203x300 IDF AndrewIngrid Andrew is a poet, artist and sometime singer songwriter who lives in South East London with a husband, daughter and a cat called Erwin.
 
For over ten years she has performed her poems and songs all over London and in particular at Survivors Poetry events in Covent Garden and Tottenham, and for the last 6 years has designed the posters promoting these events.  
 
For many years Ingrid also hosted and featured at her own nights of music and poetry ‘Voices of Experience’ and has just started another series of nights in West Norwood, hosted by Jason Why and featuring many of her poet and musician friends as well as some exciting new voices.
 
Ingrid has also written a comi-tragic drama, described as an ‘epic pantomime’, and studded with songs, about the life of the Buddha and a mischievous and dynamic performance piece that has been staged four times, (including at Rich Mix in Shoreditch) describing what really happened ‘When Woman created the World’.  Lately with the dynamic and darkly sinuous contribution of poet and artist Tara Fleur, ‘Woman of Bones’.
 
In the last five years Ingrid has held three one woman art exhibitions in Brixton, Australia and Camberwell, featuring landscapes, portraits and imaginative images in traditional media and digital form.  Her last exhibition featured many images from ‘When Woman created the World.’
 

A poem from ‘The Bird of Morning’

‘Because so many are torn away too soon,
 
too young, unsung; I’ll make a  sacrament of every day,   a  hymn to every tree, to every cloud a song. And when the dusk and twilight fall  I will remember, I will recall that each new day’s a gift.
Because

so many are torn away too soon, too young, unsung; I will remember and remember well one night, one day, I too shall be undone. My time will come. And I’ll be free to grow into the lineaments of a tree, a breath of cloud, a wave that rises  and falls and sighs and sighs

 and sighs, an amaranthine sea …. ©  IDF Andrew

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ISBN 9781326003050
Copyright Ingrid Andrew (Standard Copyright Licence)
Edition first edition
Publisher William Cornelius Harris
Published 22 October 2014
Language English
Pages 40
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.11 kg
Dimensions 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall (centimetres)

Fran Isherwood

Swimming with Endorphins

My First poetry collection

fran-bc-optomise-150x150 Fran IsherwoodFran Isherwood first poetry collection will take you on a wry, awry, word-playful gallop through the vagaries of life encountering a motley cast of mail stealing snails, 70s comedy legends, explosive bakers and baritones- turned -butchers en route. She is a regular on the London Spoken Word circuit who hosts a monthly event in East London but also has previous form as a singer, comic and actor. Fran has had poems published in several anthologies and a couple of periodicals. This is her first collection of poems. Extract from Swimming with Endorphins  

 

 

 

Poem from Swimming with Endorphins

Garden As Circus

Windy Autumn day, overgrown lawn stands

diagonally on end like teenage pop star’s haircut.

In dancing tree, a blackbird snaffles precious,

remaining orange berries in yellow beak,

balancing, fluttering, almost falling off fragile

branch that flutters in its turn, intermittently

tickling the washing line. I stare and silently dare

the blackbird (let’s call him Cedric)  to tightrope-walk

along the washing line. Alas, he refuses.

Chicken. Not as if it would matter if he fell.

No skin off his beak.

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ISBN 9781326002107
Edition first
Publisher William Cornelius Harris Publishing
Published 1st July 2015
Language English
Pages 40
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.11 kg
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CamTan Ringel

Umbrellas are for Whimps

Poems and illustrations by CamTan Ringel, aka CT within poetry circuits in London and Stockholm.

cam-bc-optomize2-150x150 CamTan Ringel‘Words are for sharing’ ‘Each word deserves to be heard’ she says in her poetry workshops.

‘You don’t have to understand poetry. You don’t even have to understand the person who wrote it. Just give it a chance to trigger your thinking that little bit extra. Some of us do not want to think. That is ok too; just read, absorb and see what happens.’

CT began writing at the age of nine, in Sweden, in English, so that no one would understand. It was a scary prospect baring yoursoul.As a single child, she found her sanctuary in the world of words. Poetry kept her alive and somewhat sane.

‘Poetry gave perspective, release, refuge and a lot of comfort.’

What’s with the title: ‘Umbrellas are for Whimps’? 

‘Simple’, she says: ‘We shield ourselves from the discomfort of being wet and cold whilst poking people’s eyes out. If we would dare to enjoy the rain as well as the sunshine, we might just dare seeing each other and ourselves the way we are meant to be seen (which is everyone’s guess but an exciting one.)’

What is the best thing that has happened poetry-wise for you?

‘Shaking hands with Princess Diana at ‘Southwark against drugs’ exhibition felt huge but also to see people develop their capacity to express themselves; grow their confidence – often despite potentially very difficult circumstances. ’ Poem from Umbrellas are for Whimps

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ISBN 9781326113018
Edition first
Publisher William Cornelius Harris Publishing
Published 1st July 2015
Language English
Pages 45
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.11 kg
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14.81 wide x 20.98 tall

Habiba Hrida

                  Rhymes for the Times

rhymes-for-the-times-OPjjj-194x300 Habiba HridaI have been writing and performing my mix of poetry for people with a social conscience.Those of you who are still loving and caring and think the world has needed a complete overhaul for a very long time now should give my book a go as I’m only saying what many people think anyway..My first collection has been well received by many and as a result will be releasing a second collection later on in the year.I get a lot of pleasure knowing people from everywhere are reading, and digesting what I have to say. I think it’s becoming more and more important to support up and coming writers and poets as the art of spoken word and written word could become lost underneath all this technology we have grown to depend on.Before this, oral traditions were relied upon to spread information and ideas to the masses, and it would be a great shame if this tradition was abandoned completely.Finally, I hope you have a good read if you choose my book.Love and light.

 

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ISBN 9781326270377
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Publisher William Cornelius Harris Publishing
Published 20 Aug  2015
Language English
Pages 40
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Jason Harris

Scroll down

Death Suicide Despair Poetry

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dsdpopptomize-bc-150x150 Jason HarrisThe battle with Depression’s got me on the floor. We’re twisting and turning, that’s what happens when you’re fighting. Depression calls for reinforcements. Here come Hate and Loathing. Hope and Life retreat. Depression tells no truths. He’s hitting hard with my past. Suicide’s shouting, “Come on depression”. Hate’s punches strike home. I’m down again, surrounded by life’s mistakes. Depression sends Fear in. I’m on the floor once more. Hope and Life are withdrawing. I shout, “Don’t leave”. Despair sends more troops –  Death, Suicide, Despair, Poetry

Depression is laughing, jumping and dancing. Where is Life and Hope?

Extract from Death Suicide Despair Poetry: The Miracle

Just can’t put my finger on it. But he continues to answer my question with the words, “That’s ok, that’s ok, that’s alright”. He answers that it’s alright to commit suicide. As he walks away I remember his bottom lip was over the top one, just how hairy he was. He skips along with long arms, just like a child with her skipping rope. Then I realise the monkeys have taken over the zoo.

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ISBN 9780993229305
Edition Second
Publisher William Cornelius Harris Publishing
Published   2015
Language English
Pages 104
Binding Perfect-bound Paperback
Interior Ink Black & white
Weight 0.2 kg
Dimensions (centimetres) 14.81 wide x 20.98 tall