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Geraint Hughes  writes his own mock obituary
Author: Geraint Hughes writes his own mock obituary
  Geraint Hughes 1967-2061.  An author of little note, he briefly flirted with free form poetry before retiring in 2008 shortly after the death of his father.  He will be better remembered for his independent publishing exploits. Hughes launched blackheath books in 2005, in those halcyon days before the web bubble burst and arguments were rife over the death of paper-based publishing.  At a time when the rampant capitalist consumerism of Borderstones dominated the ‘supermarketisation’ of British literature, many saw him as a foolhardy maverick, but now in retrospect he is credited as a saviour of the printed word.  

From humble chapbook beginnings, supported by nothing more than an ever-increasing and discerning readership, blackheath books snowballed. They moved to perfect bound editions in 2009 and went on to publish some of the greatest writers of the 21st century. Highlights of a distinguished publishing career include Joseph Ridgwell’s first three pre-abstinence novels, one of those the Booker winning Barcelona Bar (2010), the collected works of Poet Laureate Adelle Stripe (2026) and all twelve volumes of Zack Wilson’s Lescar stories.  blackheath books launched the careers of many of today’s best loved authors, who will be forever indebted to him.  

For many years Hughes continued to hand-print and bind his books on recycled paper and card using last century technology and equipment.  However, at the age of 87, failing eyesight and arthritis saw him sell the business and back catalogue to Harper Pan Macmillan for an undisclosed seven-figure sum. blackheath books are now printed in China by crippled children on paper made from virgin rainforest.  Donations in his memory can be made via PayPal at blackheath books.
Submission Date:
07 Feb 2009 Category:   Poetry In Podcast and Chap-book
art of poetry #1

everyone has an opinion
‘you gotta work on those poems more man’
it’s like telling someone how to dig a hole
yes it may look prettier with straighter sides
and actually be safer
shored up
not falling in on itself
but we’ll all reach the bottom in the end

knowing where to start digging
and when to stop digging
are surely more desirable skills


art of poetry #2

i want to write poems
about waves of passion
breaking against
pale thighs
the aroma of wild flowers
and feminine perspiration
want to compare humanity
to nature
and nature
to human frailty
want my cleverness with words
to dance and shimmer
across the page
to blind you
so that everything you ever read again
is bland and grey

you see what happens
it becomes a competition
any fun dissipates
it’s just tricks

bukowski said
don’t try


the art of poetry #3

ok
blank paper
let it flow
looking for answers
in a godless world
first …
take control
stay with me
we’ll be human together
celebrate
our marvellous days
the simplicity and serendipity
of beauty
recognise
the ease of cruelty
the smell of warm milk and cut grass
but
why
do we feel the need to shout and sing
in such a quiet place?

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