Doug initially studied English at Warwick and then completed an MPhil on the poet Bill Griffiths. While doing his MPhil he fell in with Bob Cobbing’s Writers Forum group – which was a huge influence. After college, he worked as a nurse in east London and then retrained as a doctor. He has published four books of his poetry with Veer and Salo press, a new book is pending with Contraband. Work has also appeared in datableed, VLAK, Chicago Review – as well as a few other places. He is currently working as a GP in Yarmouth
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11/4/18
“Old pine forest, formless life. Who read yr face, trees?
What did that face mean? 1st image: in light, 2nd, found
something like you, autonomous, to a map. Slavish.
Short lived - + a threat: ghost cracked image of water,
trees, something majestic, with worlds. When should it
die? True representation, a nature, which you must
understand – if you are ever to understand hell. Tree
colour, the wrath”
25/4/18
“What a beautiful day, in the catch. Demeter’s from hell +
streets begging, burgeoning with independent women,
springs dark clothes – face made of oaks far bigger than
their heads – extraordinary forest grown up. Seriousness
of ancient seniority runs of, emerges of a sun, old light –
comparisons every gas. Never far off a carpet of new
skin or homes. Demeter, his a picture of fire”
4/7/18
“You’re either alive or you’re not – bean + that’s what’s
going to happen, yet no binary’s completely true or
there’d never be a breeder. Outliers give the
governance to a falsehood – for it’s there, in the gut,
where dead’s reimagined by enzyme action of ?slave –
money, being, things unknown. Cryptogenic, in wonder,
is chyme death or life.. Roll out the stone muscle, man’s
born. Day as a wasp”
11/7/18
“NHS at 72. International money the tender plants, green
hounds tongue – is a poppy. Associated with ex-cons,
accommodated on a water meadow back. Were long
days – looking for Morgan Stanley in the interrelation of
living things. Many objects have breath, but none of
them are real – these are the skyscrapers. Found a grey
dagger, firm & nobody. Eternal plant – laid down at J.P.
Morgan’s bed”
18/7/18
“About the drowning. Dad said he saw the girl in trouble,
but thought it was a swan at the time. Black skin –
clothes inside out, collapses in water still. Where’s her
cottons now? what coffees bought for her tonight, +
teas? Which fundamental component was her agony?
Dress was from a sail boat, with not a driving part. Its
sum, sum, never a machine, a slave ship, deep physical
composite – no charge”
25/7/18
“Walking down a road, saw this coat on the floor +
thought – well that’s not much use to him now, not as a
coat. Purified it in fire of course + the poor person inside
– what a song + dance. Now I do nothing. He was in my
room last week, sat very quiet, still. In factory
tenements, convulsing hands, keened desire, these are
the acts. But please, this infant’s hungry, + she needs to
have some milk”
8/8/18
“Good people. If war is it muffins, mutton + biscuits. THE
SALT LICKS, nutrition fresh from frozen big walls.
Clay’s got most goodness – like that forever, trace
elements don’t suffer the sleepers at all. Reactive ship
protein, THE NEW HOUSE FOOD - magnesium stops
hungry, Crown Farm workers get through. Buffalo /
neighbour crowd round the bridegroom – feeling the
mother, a rigging. Intensely..”
15/8/18
“Howcome whenever you meet with authority you
leave with nothing, satan. With yr play colt American-Indian-
boy – scout rules. Inclothes, in fancy dance round the
lower part of hell – trad a £ spear at devils who crowd
the ground. Is that what you want, chief? Be embraced
by hell, agitated – consumed? Or let back into white
camp now? But no, you can’t have more sports, silly,
that’s gone”
22/8/18
“Stroked my arm, satan, gently, with some affection.
We’d just met + you were old, 90, so how could you be
coming on? + aren’t you tired? Is very hot in hell, with all
white devils buzzing, catcalling, wanting you to wash
them out their crimes. – so that when we met yr
extermination wouldn’t be about them, only. A long
burning darkness satan, with you. Promise to sweep the
world of contact”
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