The AA Independent Press Guide is a free, online guide to over 2,000 literary and genre magazines and publishers from around the world. It is housed on the website of the artist, novelist and poet, Dee Rimbaud, at [www.thunderburst.co.uk]
On this website you will also find links to over 700 internet magazines, links to writers resources, and interviews with writers, musicians and artists. There's a portfolio of Dee Rimbaud's artwork and samples of his writing on the site as well.
Also, on this website you’ll find information about the charity anthology, ‘The Book Of Hopes And Dreams’ for which submissions are being sought (deadline: 30th June 2005)
This sounds like a good deal.
"Contibute and help save lives in Afghanistan. "
"Original drawings and etchings for sale. "
"Buy direct from the author. "
"Donations - Help keep this website going. "
It might be an interesting proposition if the poster actually participated on this site instead of merely seeking our money. I feel secure in writing this, as I am sure Su Bainbridge will never return to read the responses.
Hugh, it's number 10 in the Scottish top 100 websites. Another reason to lament the fate of the Scots.
What about Welsh Wheel of Fortune, where they want to buy a vowel and none are to be had?
Another reason to lament the fate of the Scots.
Prolly Dee is a Glaswegian or Aberdonian? Nah, more likely an Edinbugger.
I don't want sound cheeky or anything, her CV looks impressive, better than most. Are all the links mentioned, links to real poetry sites?
Here are a just a few I sampled:
Ascent for Artists
her CV looks impressive
I confess I clicked several of the links provided, but saw no works by (Mr.) Rimbaud on any of them.
Perhaps they appear only in the written pages?
Sorry, his CV.
What I wanted to know was whether the links provided on Dee's Web Page and CV were genuine.
If the links are genuine, they are useful resource.
I found samples of Dee's writing but cannot link to the page.
Here are a few samples:
The Apple Of My Eye
I am absent, as I have always been:
The reckless father
Who spiralled out of orbit
Before you were truly flesh...
I honed my razor against the rock that was you,
Guru, who showed me the power of words,
The mystery of creation, the glorious chaos
Distilled from the destruction of order...
Stopped over in this sterile air-con place
We sit, squeezed into soft plastic seats,
Gazing out the plate glass at idle jets
Nestled in quiet neon darkness...
You are returned to the shadows of the name that was never you,
Yin: dark, passive, quiet, all-absorbing. In the end
Your name became you. I'm told the lupus tore the petals
From the flower that was your face: that your smile shrivelled
To a dry parody of itself; and that you never laughed again...
This pencil lead
Has turned to diamond dust,
My mouth metamorphosed
Into stony silence....
La Que Sabe Singing
You are soil, sediment,
The dark blood of metal,
The clock hands
Of magnetic points unspun...
My Father The Painter
My father's hands smell of pine forests:
Rich, raw and resinous.
His face is a summer thunderstorm,
Dark as cumulus...
Arid, this acid soil:
Silver-grey, it whips in the wind
Like ash from dead cigarettes...
Rose Thou Art Ecstatic
She sinks down under the weight of stolen kisses,
Her wings a petrol spectrum of helplessness,
Flustering in the furious wind of gravity's angel...
The Morning After
The woman at the desk in her pristine white
Makes me feel like a mangy, overheated cat,
A trollop, a slut. She smiles icily
Between calling forth these anxious women...
HELLo, I am just a gHOST in the macHIne
an ephemeral wIMPering WHISPer,
i AM not HERe or tHEre or
in the telephone wiring...
An Angel Of Obscurity
If you tried to lay an apple on my head
I might attempt to tempt you
To bite the bullet,
But these never were
The arrows of your desire...
Naked And Now Dead
What does it matter now, this derangement of the senses?
I have kissed the black cloud till its juice has penetrated my lips,
Dripping its thickened blood down my chin, my chickenbone chest,
My hollowed out belly...
Sinking Into The Sand
With each moon passing I sink into the sand some, and then some more.
Secretly, in the mirror, I rearrange my face: scrub down dead skin;
rub smooth, worried lines...
The Glasgow smile, an any city smile:
A clownish parody of laughter
On an otherwise impassive face...
Arc Of Descent
Soft as an ocean, her skin, soft as cream,
White as milk and moonlight,
She dances half-naked, diaphanous,
Weaving webs between the legs
Of lounging diners...
A Beautiful Chemistry
120 beats to the minute
And accelerating, until deceived
By the illusion of stillness:
The chemical simulation of nirvana,
A foretaste of paradise to come...
Great Spirit that is all we are
Whose myriad names contain
The recognition of our oneness
And the continuation of our will
To live in love
Here, as in the beyond...
There is more to this, so much more:
You can hear it
in the blackbird's call
in the silence of the mountains
in the hiss of tyres
on rain wet city streets...
I am featherblown in hallucinating winds
Faltering in flight
With falling dream obsessions:
The spirit of night possesses me...
A Neo Post Modern Love Poem
When I was a neo-post-modernist
I went down to Woolworth's and bought a tent
Then I embroidered the insides...
A Chemical Romance
In the beginning we were surprised by love
The magnificent bright sun of it,
A childish scrawl of yellow crayola
In a broken line of blue sky...
You taught me to be here with my full attention,
To cherish each moment as precious:
More sacred than memory
Or the dreams that tomorrow may bring...
You, your all
Is in your giving,
In the brass veins
Of your voice...
Feel the waves that give us our birth,
Lift us through life, take us to death,
Return us to the Earth...
Full moon. Chill night.
Clouds clatter across fathomless clear sky.
A blackbird calls from its sleep, a descant
To the rush of streams in snowmelt spate...
Blackbirds shone out her ears
And she shook rosy apples
From her hair...
La Que Sabe's Bell
I grow lighter
On the wings
Of your liquid sound
And am taken
I cannot fathom...
Heaven And Earth
Heaven and Earth shall pass away,
But my words shall not pass away:
One more cigarette
And I shall perfect my immortality...
When Angels Collide And Bang Their Heads
The sand is winter grit between her toes,
Red as disgorged rock, red as gut lining,
The red of inner Hebridean granite sun...
Mother Of God
Mary knew neither the pleasure nor the pain of sex,
But she understood the terror of being visited by angels
And the more straightforward agonies of childbirth...
A fake tan, you smile and talk of double glazing,
Rose wine perilously swirling in cut crystal:
Aching to be absorbed,
To be at one with the thick pile
Of the carpet softly underfoot...
Black cascade, a fragile note hung trembling
In the thick white air: a swansung requiem
To the degeneration of myriad miraculous visions.
Then tell me, what did you see before you spiralled
So recklessly into the abyss?
Did you not once allude, that through the cracks in the world
Other possibilities might make themselves manifest?
Eris, you're a terrible child,
Throwing your toys
In violent tantrums
Of whimsy and spite...
When The Thunder Spoke
She cries shrill curses at the sun, our mother Kali:
It's her doing, the thunder that rips the valley,
The rain that lashes these flounced silks,
The wind that sours the seed and curdles the milk....
Spirit Of Iona
Iona of my heart/ I return/ a pilgrim to your willing shores/ in a sackcloth of rainbow ash/
coming alive in your light/ coming alive in your dove feather hands/ I bend to the rhythm
of your breathing/ my city-tainted spirit, humbled by the eloquence of your silence...
Stealing Heaven From The Lips Of God
Strip the lids from sleeping eyes
And live in sunlight forever more....
We will never know the names
Of all the constellations:
Geometry conspires against us
Awakening To The Light
You are, you generate and you radiate out a light so bright I cannot look. It effervesces in your
eyes and sparkles in your hair. It is the joy that spills from your mouth: it is so huge,
you cannot name it or contain it...
You can read much better than this any day on the USP right here on e-mule:
Ma Durga's Lament
All my children are drowning:
Time is a river
And the television is violent,
Full of broken promises.
The moon has fallen into the gutter;
And even the flowers are laughing,
Brittle as my broken children.
You reckon?! that's reassuring, tempted by the nice packaging though.
Seems to be a network of groups with pictures too Sorry, I'm just such a nice links junky.
If I've violated copyright, I'm sorry, please could you delete.
I ve decided I hate the phish band.The band is crazy I finally spent time with them and they have wierd boob sucking machienes or something first my virginity now they made a boob steeling machiene my boobs are shrinking and Im afraid because my heart is right there.Im like trippen I just want to show my body to prince william and save it for him not the phish band to ruien it befroe I get to ever hold Will in my armes like they are now pull a knife out on it like they are tough crap.I want me and all my friends boobs back now! Phish give all the girls on tour our boobs back right now!Why are we all totally flat?The band and me are over forever nice vacume machine sico!Well form now on me and Phish and Trey are over forever and after this I will never ever marry another rock star ever never yuck its over between me and body destroyer he is not prince caspian I know he will soon bethe death of my heart is he get near me again.I hate the stupid band and its supposto be all monarchy marry a star like a prince but he said the queen will never have any power and parlement is a better government and he believes that they should have full power and the queen is a figure head. My brests sank.I wanted to hit him hard or whatever he deserved what he got!!Skary flattery!Then he said george bush is a total idiot and he is ruiening the USA and he was stupid.I cant stand the band any more from now on ist over between us forever!
My friends are realy beautiful!
I do love all prince Williams pictures and I do appericate all of them too the handsome princey!