Wednesday, June 11, 2014

As I sit quietly I begin to smell poetry...



All Quiet on the McGuire front.

Things are about to get a bit noisier. At least for the summer. The new collection is out. It includes stories and poetry. It is a much darker edifice than 'Everybody lie down and no one gets hurt.' The subjects differ wildly - Scotland, Scottishness, Masculinity, Sexuality, Madness, Fruit and Vege, Pornography and a lot more. Originally I thought this collection was all about SECRECY but after much editing and wrestling with subject matter I can say this collection is much more concerned with Scotland,-Identity-Sexuality-Madness. Secrecy has its place, indeed, it is the unwitting master behind most of this book, but Secrecy is not so prevalent and I ditched the original title 'The Secret Service' for something a bit longer (in the same spirit as 'Everybody lie down and no one gets hurt.') Which will be revealed in a matter of weeks.

Summer should be wild. Talking Heids has an LGBT night every week in August at Sofi's Bar. There will be a host of shows, poetry readings from many of the poets of Scotland, U.K. and abroad during the Festival, the Fringe and the Free Fringe.

There will be BBC Slam which is sure to be intense and new powerhouses of poetic performance dominate the scenery - Loud Poets and Sam Small, to name only a few!

So keep yours bra on, your boxer's clean, because we are about to pick up speed and rant at the wind!

Don't forget you can still order copies of 'Everybody lie down and no one gets hurt.'

Tis for you alone this gift for all.

:)X

Sunday, March 09, 2014

Shoe Gazing



Shoe Gaze

My shoes tell me who I am.
All Day I Dream About Self.
Too blue, blaring eyesore.
A too large tongue stuck out.

Tied tightly with a final knot.
Walks over everyone. Stood on. 
Tramples everything. Trampled on.
Treads softly on temporary ground.

The last vestige of the ghost of purpose.
Legs peddling endlessly until almost worn
down to the sole, until only the shoes remain,
like stumps of axed Wonder boom or Cedars of God.

Tuesday, February 04, 2014

LGBT History Month & Gay Marriage Legal in Scotland!


What a day! Gay Marriage is now legal in Scotland. AMAZING, for those gay couples who wish to marry. Now they can come to the table of Marriage and share in its riches.

Incidentally, I was also commissioned to write poem for LGBT History Month! Here is the link! Thanks to the wonderful people at LGBT Scotland! They are amazing people, not least for commissioning me, ha, but also for being encouraging and engaging in the creation of the poem.

Click the LGBT Scotland link to read the poem.

What a day! Marriage is a strange concept. I usually associate it with Religion but in reality it is a practical matter, or even a matter of love (God forbid, ha), a matter of mutual care and share between to human beings being human. in this temporary earth, being together as best we can, in a loving pact, is hard to deny!

'Be gay be gay because today's today!' - e.e. cummings.

'Affection will solve the troubles of freedom yet' - walt whitman.

'Cohabitation has been corrupted, by marriage.' - Nietzsche.

'Love is an unspeakable thing, don't tell anyone about it,  just get married.' - McGuire.

Will you marry me? X

Sunday, December 08, 2013

Everybody lie down and no one gets hurt. + Talking Heids.


Everybody Lie Down and No One Gets Hurt

Artwork by Kirsty Whiten

The launch has passed. It was a small success. Thank to Sofi's Bar for being a warm, homely little place for poetic intimacies, and ranting. Thanks to Red Squirrel Press, Sheila Wakefield, in particular, who brought the pamphlet to completion, while I wondered about how much profit I would make. (Delusions of poetry selling) :P

Now the book is out there in the world (well, about 30 copies, to be fair) and I am now able to sell the book. You can buy it from this blog! Simply click on the button - remember to select the right option i.e. number 2: Everybody lie down and no one gets hurt. I will then post it out.

The pamphlet should be available to buy from Red squirrel Press and on Amazon in the near future.

There will be readings to follow. A launch in Glasgow too. Hopefully, Govanhill Baths.

Now the little book is out there, it seems so fragile, a little book of sleep that, quite frankly, could easily be interrupted in its light, poetic, doze. If a gentle little word or two is needed, this pamphlet might be for you.

The Art work is by Edinburgh based Artist  Kirsty Whiten (Technically Fife) who I really liked for her mix of brilliant, life affirming colour, with dark imagery and surrealist depictions. Beautifully warped in their vividness.

Cost 5 pounds (including postage)!

Talking Heids



McGuire has started a Poetry night at Sofi's Bar, last Tuesday of every month, generally. Featuring two established poets, music, humour and an informal Open Mike, some light music in the background and a generous and warm venue, that is, Sofi's.

If you want to know more about the night, who is reading, what events are coming in the future, join us on Talking Heids, face broker page: Talking Heids.

There is a reading on the 17th of December, with Kirsten Norrie, who will read some poems and play music, and a yet unconfirmed male poet will join her for our last Talking Heids of the New Year.

Talking Heids will also be part of LGBT History Month in February. More on in the New Year!  


*Don't forget to buy the pamphlet. :P 

Friday, November 08, 2013

Of sleep and waking up.




Sleep is coming.

The pamphlet is due for launch on the 3rd of December 2013. Venue yet to be confirmed. It will be in Edinburgh, that's for sure, with a possible launch in Glasgow following later or in the New Year.

The pamphlet is being published by Red Squirrel Press, thanks to the industrious and hard-working, Sheila Wakefield.

The book is loosely wrapped in a duvet of ideas surrounding sleep, sleeplessness and the great wide awake!

It has been a labour of love, insomnia, mindfulness and addiction.

More details to follow, so get your pyjamas on, or get out of bed, turn the lights out, or stretch up your arms into the cold reach of the real world.

Sleep is coming and it's shattered.
Many people have fallen awake.
Bed has come in the night to help you grow.
Pillow like a placenta has come to nurture your soft neck.

Watch out for podcast next week at Scottish Poetry Library.

Love in the vaguest sense
of its invisibility,
McGuire.

:)



Sunday, September 15, 2013

September reshuffle



My pamphlet is not coming out this year with Tenor Bull, won't be happening until next year due to ongoing delays, technical problems, outside of my control and everyone else's.

Instead my book with Red Squirrel Press will be out at the end of October! Thanks to the powerful Lady and personality, that is, Sheila Wakefield. More on that to come.  Know only this, there will be readings. There will be laughter. There will be mouths open, aghast. Your secrets are not safe with you. Bring them with you. Air them. A fresh air.

I won't even tell you the title yet. Only know, my one faithful reader (Jim), it is coming soon, soon, sooner than Jesus to our rescue. We will soon have to wake up to another book.

United Nations of Sleep


I seek asylum at the Embassy of Bed.
Nightly it is granted, without passport,
an evenings access into eternity.
- McGuire 

Thursday, August 29, 2013

August and everything after.



I read at BBC Slam again this year. I managed to win my night. I was up against some worthy performers and somehow, by some fluke, perhaps something in the air, I got through.  I ranted a short comic biography of Robert Burns, spieled a long humorous list of definitions of God, and a heart-felt piece about the eccentric and tempestuous couples of love. It managed the job.

On the Saturday final I was up against the strongest Ladies of the Edinburgh poetry society. :) Rachel Amey, Rachel McCrum, Sophia Walker. It was a tough final. I read my list of gods once more (probably not a good idea) and the a risky poem, Delta phos b, a graphic poem on internet porn addiction. (Not autobiographical)

Sophia Walker won! Deservedly so. She has been working away at performance poetry for years. She has a backlog of experience, her own private collections of turmoils and traumas that power her words. She read poems of her War experience in Uganda and my personal favourite, about masculinity and stereotypes. Well done, Walker!

Now that is all over, somethings yet remain! I have a pamphlet coming out any minute now, with small press Tenor Bull! And there is a book on the way as well...in the same year? A bit unnecessary, but there it is. More news on that soon!