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Pickled Herring
“I do not like to expose my neck to the barber. My head is full of migratory birds, thinks Kato, walking the dust park remembering the lush fish. On the way to work, a plump man always stopped to ask for loose change. She refused until one day. That one day changed the rest of the days. He always found her. Whether she was far from his favourite tram tracks, under a scraggly tree, or lining up to…
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Happy Saturday. Here is a love poem written last summer in the wilds of Poland. Now in my book Dream Dust
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Finding the Bone
I have a new prose poem in the latest issue (number 159) of Right Hand Pointing. Right Hand Pointing is fab minimalist magazine. I have loved the magazine over the years. I am super happy to my new work in there. It is a childhood story. A bit of magic beneath the trees. Check out my prose poem ‘Flogging” over here.
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LAUNCH OF DREAM DUST IN MANCHESTER, ENGLAND
Video of my reading for the launch of my new book, Dream Dust (Broken Sleep 2025), in Manchester. It was a terrific afternoon of surreal-absurd poetry at an incredible community art space: P3 Annihilation Eve – AD England. A heartfelt thank you to the dream team of fellow poets and friends who also read that afternoon: Vik Shirley Tom Jenks and Stephen Emmerson. Special thanks to my cousin…
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6 BITE SIZED SURREAL-ABSURD STORIES
Dream trees, wolf eyes, hot pockets, and wing chairs. A string of new prose poems published over at Talking about Strawberries All the Time. Talking about Strawberries All the Time is an online literary journal based out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada. They publish new issues of the magazine every October and April I am happy to have my new prose poems in the April issue with some other fab mad…
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The Search for Meaning: An Interview with Grzegorz Wróblewski's
“I have my personal number, I know my name and when I was born. I feel a bit like a time traveler. My own reactions to people, to the phenomena of life, still surprise me. Apparently, there is such a thing as identity, soul, and personality. This is problematic for me. People are metabolism, a two-legged protein. I search for myself through literature, art, and contacts with other people. It is a…
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Reality is the bubbling cauldron of absurdity we are flung into. The giant ladle of surrealism stirs us around and around until we capitulate to its nurturing demands. - Stuart Ross
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"Manchester's live literature scene has been awash with amazing visiting poets this spring and for this free afternoon of absurd surreal poetry, we are agog to see Vik Shirley, Stephen Emmerson and Marcus Silcock corralled by Tom Jenks and reading in a place packed with brilliant books."
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Online Launch of Dream Dust
My first reading for my new book Dream Dust is online. Tuesday April 1st. Surreal-absurd stories/prose poems. Join us. Sign up for the event over here. 20.00 GMT April 1st. https://www.eventbrite.com.au/e/broken-sleep-books-march-2025-launch-tickets-1270331508739?aff=ebdsoporgprofile&keep_tld=1
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I'm reading in April as part of the launch of my new book Dream Dust (Broken Sleep Books). Reading with three fab UK poets: Stephen Emmerson, Tom Jenks, and Vik Shirley. Dream team of surreal-absurd writers.

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Do you wear socks with your sandals?
I've never been a beach person. Unless it is a beach with howling winds and nobody else around. The only thing packed is the sand. No sand between my toes. But I moved to a beach place and you know what that means. You need to wear sandals. I wore sandals in my youth. But they weren't hot beach sandals. They were cold beach sandals. You needed socks.
I’ve never been a beach person. Unless it is a beach with howling winds and nobody else around. The only thing packed is the sand. No sand between my toes. But I moved to a beach place and you know what that means. You need to wear sandals. I wore sandals in my youth. But they weren’t hot beach sandals. They were cold beach sandals. You needed socks. Here is a true story. Written shortly after…
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Blog The Crustacean Period: A Journey Through My 1990s Navigating January Blues: the head and the heart Minimalist Art and Poetry: Wróblewski’s Influence ‘Dream Dust’: Travel Stories from Europe Blog by Marcus Silcock February 17, 2025 The Crustacean Period: A Journey Through My 1990s Long ago, in my crustacean period, I worked at Chevron. Gorging on beef jerky and graveyard radio. This was…
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The Crustacean Period: A Journey Through My 1990s
Long ago, in my crustacean period, I worked at Chevron. Gorging on beef jerky and graveyard radio. This was the mid 1990s. The world, of course, was very different. I rode the bus to work and read Greek philosophy. Also German was in my ear. I was hungry. Here is a reading about that time. It’s called “The Bells of Chevron.”
http://player.vimeo.com/video/1056274470?badge=0&autopause=0&player_id=0&app_id=58479
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Navigating January Blues: the head and the heart
Happy Monday! January is not an easy month. Post-Christmas. Winter for many. February even more so. My head is spinning. Some lack of sleep. Too many thoughts of what’s next. Finding some kind of purpose. Trying not to read too much news. It is so easy to get lost in the head. It is good to have a head. But I need to remember it is not the only control centre. The head. It keeps spinning with…
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Minimalist Art and Poetry: Wróblewski's Influence
I just read three new poems by Grzegorz Wróblewski this morning. It is the start of 2025. Well over a week into it really. Also feeling the middle age moving into the stage. What to call it? Not elderly. I still have at least 18 years of work. Or probably, more, since I am not sure I can ever afford to stop working with no property, savings etc. So guess I am still middle aged. Squarely middle…
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'Dream Dust': Travel Stories from Europe
Hurrah!! I have a new book of stories/prose poems coming in March 2025 from Broken Sleep Books in the U.K. Broken Sleep makes very fine books. Super happy and grateful. It is called Dream Dust. Stories/prose poems from Berlin, Barcelona, London, Poland, Prague, and more. Here is a prose poem from the new book. It is called “White Elephants” and was written in Prague while searching for the…
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Figurative Surrealism: Bridging Psychology and Art
So I suppose, at least for me, I enjoy super reality and the uncanny, rather than abstract surrealism, or automatism as an end point. A grounding with a nice rug that is pulled out from under you.
Surrealism has spread it’s wings far and wide, of course. It is less and less interesting to pursue some kind of pure surrealism. It seems the most interesting surrealism is often mixed. For example, pure Surrealist automatism can sometimes feel like someone trying to tell you their fascinating dream. It is often not every interesting. But as a starting point, yes. So I suppose, at least for me,…

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