'Brian Bilston is a laureate for our fractured times, a wordsmith who cares deeply about the impact his language makes as it dances before our eyes.' Ian McMillan
‘If you like a) laughing or b) words which rhyme with each other, you will love Brian Bilston. Contribute now!’ Richard Osman
Over the last few years, social media has witnessed the rise of an exciting new voice in the world of poetry. But although the poems of the mysterious and reclusive Brian Bilston have become widely celebrated and shared, remarkably this is the first time the “Poet Laureate of Twitter” will be anthologized in book form.
Writing on topics such as diverse as love, death, buses, mobile phones, and the socio-cultural impact of delayed Ocado deliveries, the poetry of Brian Bilston offers profound insights into modern life and the human condition.
Never afraid to experiment with literary form, Bilston’s work frequently assumes unlikely shapes, reflecting the poetry which he uncovers in everyday places: excel spreadsheets, Venn diagrams, powerpoint presentations, Scrabble tiles.
This collection contains many of his best loved poems and some of his far less popular ones, too. Assembled together, these poems represent a sustained lyrical critique of what it is like to be human – and to forget to put the rubbish out – at the beginning of the twenty-first century.
POEM, REVISED DRAFT
I had to write this poem again.
I left the first draft on the train
and now it doesn't look the same.
The original was a paean to Love,
to Truth, to Beauty. It soared above
the everyday and all that stuff.
It would have healed estranged lovers' rifts,
stilled the sands on which time shifts
and stopped the world before it drifts
further into quagmired crisis,
ended famine, toppled ISIS,
employed ingenious literary devices.
I tried my hardest to recall
its words and rhymes, the rise and fall
of the carefully cadenced crawl
through the English language.
But it caused me pain and anguish
for there was little I could salvage.
It certainly didn't end with a line like this.
through the air
above our heads
over the sand
into the water
onto the waves
out to sea.
You cried a lot that day.
Frisbee was a lovely dog.
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