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My second pamphlet Immurement will be published with Broken Sleep Books on April 17th. I began writing it as an exploration of interior in terms of rooms and objects, spending many an hour in museums among other places, but it grew thematically to encompass the interior in a broader sense, including that of the mind and how we may immure ourselves.

From the publisher:

“Yvonne Litschel’s Immurement unfurls a hand of disturbed grammar and syntax. Occasional phrases jut out awkwardly like a dislocated spine, or a pier on dry land, provoking moments of strange pleasure and sensory discord. A “catchment area for mismatched absences” which leaves the reader unsettled and entranced.”

On April 17th I will also be reading some poems from Immurement, as well as a few from Moth Dust, as part of the Theatre of Failures held at Nell of Old Drury in London. I’m not sure that I’ll have the physical copies in time to sell them there but hopefully it won’t matter too much if I don’t. There are also a number of other talented creators reading on the night, and the event is completely free, so if you’re able to come along I recommend it.

My poem sleepless aside has now been published in Volume 4 of Foxhole Magazine.

an actor who wears a stuffed toy is called “a stuffed toy”
degradation which goes around pretty appearance is a problem
filling the insides moulded to resemble animals certain

The poem is composed of fragments of a Japanese Wikipedia article on plush toys, translated back and forth several times in order to further warp the semantics. This is likely why it ended up fitting into the Information Issue of the magazine – which is beautiful by the way, the kind of thing you might buy for the cover alone (designed by Matthew Kay, for anyone wondering) only to be delighted that the rest of the magazine matches up.

Find out more about the publication here.

My poems sk and Lambeth have now been published in Issue 69 of Tears In The Fence.

button up shirt collar
starched to a stiffness
ensuing past asphyxia

an elbow’s depth
he cannot swallow
life’s gristle   […]

Three lines from each. I don’t tend to submit multiple poems to publications, just because I feel that any links are cumulative rather than standalone in terms of my own writing. These poems will be featured as part of a collaborative project which will only come to light in the significantly far future. Lambeth is not the place, taken from a bus stop which is a place, but not.

The magazine is only available in print, so there isn’t a page I can link to with the full poems, but if you want 174 pages of creative content the option is there. You can find me on page 77, which makes me very happy as it seems like a nice number. Other pages I like are… actually there are too many. But names I recognise and would also recommend are Serena Mayer on page 26, Jazmine Linklater on page 45, and Lisa Kiew on page 169.

Find out more about the publication here.

Olga and I collaborated once more, this time for the opening night of the Phoetry & Photolit exhibition at Museum of Futures in Surbiton.

Some behind the scenes info: originally part of the performance involved the bear having something wrong with it and needing an operation. The something wrong was that when the bear’s stomach was pressed it produced the distorted garble of something that was presumably once a human voice. However when I tested the bear the night before, instead of warped vocals it clearly uttered I love you!, much to our dismay.

Essentially we had to overhaul the entire concept the night before. And so rather than the slightly sombre strangeness we had initially planned, it became something more visceral.

Following the performance I ended up having to reassure several people that the bear would be fine. Though I’m afraid I can’t say that he’s been stitched up yet, as there are a few more things he’s needed for. After that I intend to create something Ernesto Stewart-inspired, so that’s something to look forward to.

More information about the event, as well as videos of other performances from the evening, may be found here. Photograph taken by Alexander Kell.

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My poem idle is now up at Eunoia Review.

xxxxx images bear the (small)
x signature scent the chance
xxxxx encounter of a kindness
x it is necessary to surface

I don’t tend to do a lot in terms of where lines begin on a page as it’s something I’m still trying to become comfortable with, but I’m happy with how this turned out in the full version. This is also another poem that will be part of Immurement.

Read idle in Eunoia Review.

 

 

My poem frontispiece is now up at The Interpreter’s House.

a reliance on siagonology the study
of jaw bones its definitive edges somehow
secondary tonation in ink   […]

The poem will be featured in my forthcoming pamphlet Immurement. Issue 70 also contains work by Iris Colomb and Julia-Rose Lewis, so it was nice to be published alongside some poetry friends.

With thanks to editor Georgi Gill for his patience with my spacing specificity.

Read frontispiece on The Interpreter’s House.