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paul summers is a writer/artist who lives by the sea in the north east of england. his work has appeared in print since the late eighties and he has performed his work in britain, europe and australia.
he was founding co-editor of the groundbreaking leftfield magazines billy liar and liar republic and a co-director of liar inc ltd, responsible for facilitating countless creative projects across the north of england in educational and community contexts.
he has also written for stage, radio, film and tv and has collaborated with many artists on mixed-media projects.
home (in 3 bits), a collaboration with musician dave hull-denholm was released in Spring 2006.
his first full collection of poetry, the last bus, was published by iron press to critical acclaim, and the title sequence was included in the forward book of poetry.
other publications include:
140195 (echo room press),
vermeer's dark parlour (echo room press),
beer & skittles (echo room press),
the rat's mirror (lapwing press)
cunawabi (cunawabi press).
his latest collection, big bella's dirty cafe was published by dogeater in 2006.
what the critics have said:
"baudelaire in a blyth spartans shirt"
andy croft, the morning star.
"bristlingly gifted"
dazed & confused.
"summers is a sharp cartographer, and one with the accuracy to pinpoint the deft detail that locates wherever the poem is, then lets it ripple out like ordnance survey contours"
matthew caley
"astute and sensitive powers of observation expressed through a straightforward but genuinely poetic use of language"
mike parker, the daily star.
"this northumbrian ovid speaks our language, its cliches nagged and jolted into classicism...big bella's dirty cafe is a book of last rites, an album of snapshots from the rim of the world."
martin mooney
"chilling and often funny, driven by love and anger,a striking testament to northern life"
sean o'brien, the northern review.
"evocative power in mundane things"
alan brownjohn, the sunday times.
"a beautiful book of poems from a poet who continues to surprise."
brendan cleary
"paul summers excels in poignantly painting the mundane"
the crack
"summers' poems pinpoint the irregularities and strangeness in the everyday...his human interiors are set against the time frame of the fossil record and cycles of nature. these deceptively informal lyrical narratives do better things than try to impress or lay down a rigid line. they are poems that make the most of your time."
tim cumming
"in this, his second collection we have him at his very best, lyrical, tender, people and places fading out, but life and the human spirit defying the ghostie talk and shadows, summers shows us at our most vulnerable and fragile, yet never broken or defeated."
david crystal
"savagely accurate without ever sacrificing an appealing ironic humour" gordon wardman, pqr.

My Interests

I'd like to meet:

pablo picasso, napoleon bonaparte, jesus, che geuvara, eric cantona, edouard manet, seamus heaney, joan of arc, joni mitchell, warren zevon

My Blog

reveille

  somewhere between the bittersweet kiss of kick-start ristretto & lady grey elevenses we steal an hour in awe of the painfully simple.   warm air & magic light drawing the veno...
Posted by on Tue, 17 Apr 2007 05:22:00 GMT

john innes no. 2

  re-potting the survivors of last year's geraniums, we revel in paraffin warmth marvel at merging clouds the rare blue of easter sky.   if you concentrate, i'll say, you can see the algae g...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 07:02:00 GMT

requiescat

  i. the chimney sweep has lost his wife.   one minute alive, the next quite dead;   prone in the co-op between dental floss   & sanitary-towels. she smiles in her sleep, &n...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Apr 2007 02:04:00 GMT

shallow water

(north stradbroke island, queensland.)   another fat bream ploughs a lazy furrow, mouthing a barrage of silent profanity. fierce sun spearing the arc of her flank   every scale, the fresh...
Posted by on Thu, 12 Apr 2007 02:41:00 GMT

prayer

  lash the salt lick of rain the gentle sea exhales   a spell, a liturgy compiled to warm the tears that bowl   across our cheeks. release us from this bloodline curse   un-sna...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 09:00:00 GMT

the march of the landless mice

    witness the march of the landless mice snaking like some poisoned brook through all our threatless cul-de-sacs.   toe to tail they'll come, nose to tail, a seamless carpet of roden...
Posted by on Thu, 08 Mar 2007 08:46:00 GMT

hotel sibir

(oh mother, where art thou) 20.04.04, novosibirsk, siberia   the familiar sulphur of burnt coal hangs in neat strata   between spotlight glare & cold tracks   a stuttering tannoy b...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Feb 2007 02:26:00 GMT

consequence

west sleekburn, northumberland   somewhere here, or near here, my grandda's strong fingers were lost to the spoil. mid-morning, grey summer, the war just over. repairing the hydraulics on a s...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 10:53:00 GMT

plea

cambois, northumberland   a fleet of spectral deltics creep disturb the midnight indigo of sleep. a fragile coble lost to angry waves, this sea a field of unmarked graves.   skarv & fre...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Feb 2007 08:52:00 GMT

coda to a snow flurry

  a scattering of brittle white grips the lip of every slate   daubed in stage-paint highlights on the steel of cold lamp-posts   & i have grown tired waiting waiting for drifts as ...
Posted by on Mon, 05 Feb 2007 01:37:00 GMT