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A preview of Martyn Crucefix’s new poetry collection, The Lovely Disciplines.
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Contents I Scree We Ride Aubade The little dances R-O-M-J-X On Stukeley Street Scree we ride Mitigation As we live These things I remember Nightlights In ‘Any Amount of Books’ Reading Hass on Milosz Valsaintes The renovation near Sansepolcro After Bonnefoy Nocturne
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II The Lovely Disciplines Skype Rebuilding Tellisford weir Words and things The toll cottage Into northern light A long barrow in Wiltshire The house of your parents as a waterfall The lovely disciplines This brooch Your dark-haired daughter La Gioconda gone Script Afterwards House sold Always you
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III Boy-racer Listening to Tippett twice Summerhouse Four songs Philips Electronic Engineer Boy-racer The boy from Wapakoneta The girl who returned to Aix Check-in Verso Girona Things difficult to love Street View
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Acknowledgements
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Aubade from a song
We reverse the type you relinquish me the man turns back to the warmth of pillows to the shrinking hearth of his lover’s gone heat the front door below swings open and shut I listen to your shoes where they crack stones along the front path the car lock shot back and vividly I see how you approach right hand outstretched the engine’s note whines and dwindles unpicking our warmth where you’ve woken to worlds of fact of metal and time where friction wears where rust never sleeps where three follows two where our lips let slip where cursors blink into day’s brute dawn as with this one’s alarm this brash disarray of moments to come bringing the taste of coin and keys to my tongue 9