NIC STRINGER
NEW FROM GUILLEMOT PRESS
A day that you happen to know
A day that you happen to know
August 2021
A day that you happen to know
A day that you happen to know
A day that you happen to know
Nic Stringer is a poet who also creates visual & sound compositions as well as events and exhibitions as part of Corrupted Poetry & Fractured Strings. A day that you happen to know was highly commended in The Forward Prizes 2018 for best first collection.
Ambitious and engaging - Rupert Loydell, Stride
Various and intriguing - Martyn Cru
Nic Stringer is a poet who also creates visual & sound compositions as well as events and exhibitions as part of Corrupted Poetry & Fractured Strings. A day that you happen to know was highly commended in The Forward Prizes 2018 for best first collection.
Ambitious and engaging - Rupert Loydell, Stride
Various and intriguing - Martyn Crucefix
http://stridemagazine.blogspot.com/2017/11/the-poem-as-iceberg.html
https://martyncrucefix.com/tag/nic-stringer/
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A day that you happen to know
Music: we are instruments of inquiry
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Music: we are instruments of inquiry
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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
''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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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)
Get the CD, email your address to corruptedpoet@gmail.com
Suggested donation £5 using the button below
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
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Steel Incisors
THE MOUTH OF A LION (Visual Anthology)
https://steelincisorsvispo.wordpress.com/
Pamenar Press
ANTHOLOGY OF VISUAL POETRY
(Editor & contributor)
https://www.pamenarpress.com/books
Valley Press
ANTHOLOGY OF PROSE POETRY
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Guillemot Press
HEMISPHERES
A DAY THAT YOU HAPPEN TO KNOW
and THE CREEL
https://www.guillemotpress.co.uk/
Steel Incisors
THE MOUTH OF A LION (Visual Anthology)
https://steelincisorsvispo.wordpress.com/
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/blog/
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: Ataraxia © Nic Stringer