Will Stone
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Two poems by Will Stone
Eternal Life Slowly the leaves grow yellow and fall,and I hear leaders of corporate empiresfully confident of achieving eternal lifefor select customers in their lifetime.But in the Aveyron in the year 1851,most peasants the traveller encounteredexpressed a sincere longing for death. Lone swan on the Goudenhandreilifting off, permitted by ancient lawto tear open the pristine…
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‘The Bunkers at Wissant’ – a poem by Will Stone
The below poem is taken from Will Stone’s latest poetry collection, The Slowing Ride, published by Shearsman last autumn. The Bunkers at Wissant Once they were masters of the horizon, the steel of their blast doors shone, the barrels in their clean mouths moved confidently side to side, up…
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Two poems by Will Stone after Georg Trakl
De Profundis There is a pine forest on which an acid rain falls. There is a tree of limbs that stands lonely here. There is a nuclear wind that haunts abandoned new homes – How criminal this century. Past the darkening suburb the dazed runaway still begs from a sleeping bag.…
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Two poems by Will Stone
Death of a Trophy Hunter Over the kill the larvae loom she posted on Instagram before the blood congealed, paid in dollars for the fun. Trophy hunter with a smile, herself hunted down on the net they published her name, address. Not overheated reaction, not revenge not justice even, the vigilantes…
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The Anatomy of Movement: On Georg Trakl’s Poetry
Georg Trakl at Venice lido, 1913 Will Stone I In this essay I have attempted to illuminate what for want of a better phrase one might call ‘the anatomy of movement’ in the vision of the Austrian poet Georg Trakl (1887-1914), to try and identify perhaps the most crucial strand leading…
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Three poems by Will Stone
Site of Hitler’s Berghof, Obersalzberg, October 2018 © Will Stone Below are three poems from Will Stone’s most recent collection, The Sleepwalkers (Shearsman). Notes on each poem follow at the end. Reading Reck In Memory of Friedrich Reck-Malleczewen (1884-1945) Genickschuss – a bullet in the neck improvised methods…