This Is Not An Epiphany - Tom Branfoot - E-Book

This Is Not An Epiphany E-Book

Tom Branfoot

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Tom Branfoot's This is Not an Epiphany examines inner and outer landscapes that have become inhospitable; where people are 'burnt / by business as usual'. This collection is attentive to shifting landscapes where warehouses spring up on empty land, and the incremental austerities that constitute our living; its lyric absorbs the shocks and crises of survival within them.

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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2023

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Published 2023 by

New Poets List

The Poetry Business

Campo House,

54 Campo Lane,

Sheffield S1 2EG

Copyright © Tom Branfoot 2023

All Rights Reserved

ISBN 978-1-914914-49-2

eBook ISBN 978-1-914914-50-8

Typeset by Utter

Cover image: Jason Dent on Unsplash

Printed by Biddles Books

Smith|Doorstop Books are a member of Inpress:

www.inpressbooks.co.uk

Distributed by NBN International, 1 Deltic Avenue,

Rooksley, Milton Keynes MK13 8LD

The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.

Contents

near the motorway turnoff’s

Return Thursday, 14th

Throat Clearing

Portrait of a Garden

Dread Hymn

This Is Not an Epiphany

Parenthesis

In Every House Nobody Sleeps

Lodgings

By Contrast My Alcove

Owling

Boxcutter

Notes to the Poems

‘A word is elegy to what it signifies’

– Robert Hass

‘Tell me something, one thing, the thing, tell me that thing’

– Claudia Rankine

‘It’s a long way to find peace of mind, peace of mind’

– Nick Cave

near the motorway turnoff’s

midriff of noise

cheek by jowl with a graveyard

they’re planning

to build a warehouse

in the flood plains

23 metres tall 317 metres long

178 metres wide      at night

the graveyard is dark silence

heaps at the stone

perimeter where the world

crouches under trees

scabbed with oakmoss

I am setting you

this very real scene

sodium streetlights

not yet replaced by LEDs

the razed grain fields

skewered with markers

what is left to soak up

rainfall to soak

up nightfall in a taxi

back home from the city

I tell the driver there is not

enough money here

and it is almost