Harry Man
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When I feel misery at treacle-speed empty through my body, and get clicked awake by the slightest sound, fearful of the future, I walk out into the steep wood, and blearily through the muck and owls I clamber up without a torch, but in the quite blue light that the moon reflects on us, I reflect on it. I know the glittery pulp of mud will end at the leaf-shadowed path you find by foot, the path towards all wishes laid like stones: the wind has spoken, and the stars say so too, there I’ll find the good way home. |
Harry Man won the UNESCO Bridges of Struga Award. His pamphlet Lift was shortlisted for a Best New Pamphlet Sabotage Award and his second, Finders Keepers, illustrated by the artist Sophie Gainsley was shortlisted for the Ted Hughes Award for New Work in Poetry. His latest book is Thereafter / Deretter and is co-written with the poet Endre Ruset (Flamme Forlag). You can find more of his work at www.manmadebooks.co.uk
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