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NIC STRINGER
from GUILLEMOT PRESS: Hemispheres
from GUILLEMOT PRESS: Hemispheres
from GUILLEMOT PRESS: Hemispheres
''a book that fascinates and inspires meditative thought ... this is deep, intelligent writing [and] an object of beauty.'' Mary Mulholland, The Alchemy Spoon
A day that you happen to know
from GUILLEMOT PRESS: Hemispheres
from GUILLEMOT PRESS: Hemispheres
Nic Stringer is a poet who also creates visual & sound compositions as well as events as part of Corrupted Poetry & Fractured Strings. A day that you happen to know was highly commended in The Forward Prizes 2018, best first collection. ''Ambitious & engaging,'' Rupert Loydell, Stride, ''various & intriguing,'' Martyn Crucefix
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FROM STEEL INCISORS
from GUILLEMOT PRESS: Hemispheres
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
''Persephone opens strongly with a haunted mythic echo of love, loss and an exploration of the very trapped human yearning for ‘freedom.’ Nic Stringer holds up a dark digital mirror to a familiar canonical narrative, and issues powerful statements from a modern interpretation all their own.'' ReVerse Butcher
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
In the half-light, soundtrack to A day that you happen to know recorded by Fractured Strings at Surrey Studios
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In the half-light, soundtrack to A day that you happen to know recorded by Fractured Strings at Surrey Studios
''An intriguing mix of John Cage meets Tangerine Dream with a little bit of Nurse With Wound thrown in'' (Rupert Loydell, Stride Magazine)
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image: J'ai baise ta bouche © Nic Stringer
In print
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
Icebergs in Illulisat
Guillemot Press
HEMISPHERES
A DAY THAT YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW
and THE CREEL
https://www.guillemotpress.co.uk/
Steel Incisors
PERSEPHONE
SPEAKING IN TONGUES (Visual)
THE MOUTH OF A LION (Visual)
Pamenar Press
ANTHOLOGY OF VISUAL POETRY
(Editor & contributor)
https://www.pamenarpress.com/books
Valley Press
ANTHOLOGY OF PRO
Guillemot Press
HEMISPHERES
A DAY THAT YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW
and THE CREEL
https://www.guillemotpress.co.uk/
Steel Incisors
PERSEPHONE
SPEAKING IN TONGUES (Visual)
THE MOUTH OF A LION (Visual)
Pamenar Press
ANTHOLOGY OF VISUAL POETRY
(Editor & contributor)
https://www.pamenarpress.com/books
Valley Press
ANTHOLOGY OF PROSE POETRY
https://www.valleypressuk.com/
Crested Tit Collective
REWILDING (Anthology)
https://crestedtitcollective.com/
Faber & Faber
THE FORWARD BOOK OF POETRY 2019
Poems and reviews have been published
in journals, including Stand, Magma,
Interpreter's House, Structo, Eborakon,
Under the radar and Tears in the Fence
Artwork from the project Some parts have
been removed is in Issue 69 of Magma
Interview by Euan Monaghan at Structo
https://structomagazine.co.uk/icebergs-in-ilulissat-a-conversation-with-nicola-stringer/
Review: Aubrey Beardsley at Tate Britain
https://ab2020.org/aubrey-beardsley-and-the-spirit-of-prog/
Review : Temporary Spaces
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Icebergs in Illulisat
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
Icebergs in Illulisat
In Disko Bay the growlers and the bergy
bits crack their knuckles, assemble
for the birth. It takes a musician’s ear
to separate the pattern–the falling notes
from echoes and returns, passed on
by the underside of waves. Not random
but arrhythmic, a natural if not melodic
measure. We call this an adventure,
a reason to travel, but remain
In Disko Bay the growlers and the bergy
bits crack their knuckles, assemble
for the birth. It takes a musician’s ear
to separate the pattern–the falling notes
from echoes and returns, passed on
by the underside of waves. Not random
but arrhythmic, a natural if not melodic
measure. We call this an adventure,
a reason to travel, but remain as abstract
as the lines of saturated blues and bone-dry whites, drifting together and apart.
image detail from Ataraxia © Nic Stringer