Seepages

Seepages

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Simon Cutts' poetry, like the bit of meat back of the eye of the kipper (the best part), has been ignored sedulously by Brit/Yank poetasters.  They don't like all that French muck.  But, we like it a lot.  We like his magpie-eye, his casual strollings through the worlds of Satie and Mallarme, of Percy Grainger and Ian Hamilton Finlay.  His gorgeous clarity.  "Leaving Mon Idee," for instance - what a cracker!  And those two marvels: "I prefer the streams/ of the mountains/ to the sea," and its sequel, "I still prefer the streams/ of the mountains/ to the sea."

We like the notion of poems and seepage.  And poems as cepage, the vine-stock (and line-shocks) that renew words from pourriture noble to no-bull rot.

Seepages is assembled from a sketch-book by Simon Cutts.  We are leaving it as informal, unbookish, and close to the original as we can.