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Blackbox Manifold and Ink, Sweat & Tears


The fifth issue of literary ezine Blackbox Manifold has just been published, and well worth reading it is too; the usual mix of big names and new voices and poems of all styles, subjects and schools. And so you can read new work from George Szirtes, Sharon Olds, Vidyan Ravinthiran, Carolyn Hart and Susan Wicks, among others. I've a couple of poems included, too. There are also reviews by Vahni Capildeo, an exciting young poet in her own right (check out her stuff in Roddy Lumsden's recent generational anthology, Identity Parade), and by Adam Piette, co-founder and editor of the magazine.

Also worth checking out is the prose and poetry forum Ink, Sweat & Tears, which features a new poem, piece of prose writing or visual artwork almost every day. Recent highlights include Helen Mort's 'The Lovesick', which somehow manages to conjure genuine emotion from a Carry On scene, Helen Ivory's amusing account of her time at Latitude Festival, and Dan Wyke's atmospheric 'Saturday Night in St Ives'. Yesterday, my short version of Eugenio Montale's 'Il Balcone' also appeared there: an absolutely beautiful short poem in the original Italian I'm told. I at least hope I've captured its general feel. In any case, do drop in on the zine's site from time to time: there's sure to be plenty more fascinating stuff added in the future.

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Many thanks for the kind words about IS&T

... Charles Christian
Sheenagh Pugh said…
"Recent highlights include Helen Mort's 'The Lovesick', which somehow manages to conjure genuine emotion from a Carry On scene"

You know, that's not as odd as you make it sound. The early Carry Ons were not purely (or impurely) about jokes at all; "Carry On Cabby", besides being funny, is basically a portrait of a postwar marriage in which the man has returned to find the woman a lot more independent than she used to be, and they have to find a new modus vivendi. Even the mid-period ones, which *are* mainly or entirely for laughs, have their potentially moving moments, as in "Carry On Camping" when the two guys who've spent the whole film futilely trying to get their end away discover that what they really fancy is their wives. Only the really late ones are total rubbish, IMO. (Not that they can hold a candle to Will Hay, but then nobody can.)

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