“The Puzzle Box” by Paul Squires (unleashed)

May 27, 2009 at 6:41 pm | Posted in blogging, memoirs, writing | 21 Comments
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Thanks to the support of all the ubercool people who have bought “The Puzzle Box” or showed an interest in it, Lulu have decided to give me a distribution package for free. Which means that the book is now available on Amazon without me having to do anything which is just as well given my laziness (I mean Taoism).

If you are in country (like Argentina) where the book was unavailable, or you wanted a copy of the hard cover collectors edition but the shipping costs to Australia were excessive, you can now access all the strangeness and mysteries of my mad mind, the crazy poetical adventures of F., Sunonhead, the old man with the hat on and that lazy piano-player as they pursue the mysterious vision in silk perfume across non-linear time without having to leave the luxury of your own time machines.

I’m not sure why Lulu decided to do this, it is all part of the magic of the internet. But I do know that the whole is more than the sum of its planets and that communities evolve naturally. So thankyou to all of you, the inspiracy, for your generous kindnesses and wondrous supportings, you are the most magnificent of human type creatures. And rage on, I say,

“The Puzzle Box” Hardback edition at Amazon (temporarily sold out)

“The Puzzle Box” Paperback edition at Amazon


On The Radio Again.

April 12, 2009 at 3:27 pm | Posted in contemporary poetry, links, memoirs, podcast | 12 Comments
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I was on the radio in the USA again. In the past I have shared air time with Gertrude Stein and Ezra Pound. This time I was as happy as any poet could possibly be, featured on the same bill as Dylan Thomas.

I am reading Argentine Tango. Rattles of insects. night sky prayer. poetic voice, (well i ain’t got one).

Listen to the whole show here courtesy of the best resource for contemporary poetry on the web,


Featured in Hit And Run Magazine

April 10, 2009 at 5:09 pm | Posted in contemporary poetry, links, memoirs, poetry | 17 Comments
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Hit And Run Magazine is one the coolest concepts in magazines I’ve seen for a long time. I am proud as a penguin to be featured in it.

Notes for a Poem by Paul Squires in “Hit And Run Magazine.”

You can read the piece of prose this became here. Nancy Bird Walton AO OBE (1915-2009).

(Hit And Run are currently asking for submissions, why wouldn’t you?)

Talking To Squires,

March 20, 2009 at 7:26 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 10 Comments
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The highlights reel flickering,
insert all time favourite tickling
arrange photo on the sideboard

time is the only commodity
Squires, hurry up
the something is waiting

a clean white sheet
six fathoms deep,

Gertrude Stein and I

January 6, 2009 at 6:28 pm | Posted in blogging, links, podcast, poetry, writing | 11 Comments
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I was on the radio in the USA again thanks to Paul A. Baker at Wordsalad. (In my opinion one of best resources for contemporary poetry on the internet.) You should listen to the whole show, it’s fabulous but if you’re pushed for time you can hear my contribution in podcast here, The Writer As Libertine. (To read the poem you will have to invest actual real money in a copy of The Puzzle Box. Perhaps I should submit it to a journal somewhere so people can read it for free?)

Last time as you may recall I shared the bill with Ezra Pound. This time, among others, I was proud to be included on the program alongside Gertrude Stein. This made me particularly happy because Gertie (to her mates) was not only famous as a pioneer of modernist poetry but also for the wonderful company she kept. She was painted here by her friend Pablo Picasso. She was friends with Matisse, Apollinaire, Thornton Wilder and Hemingway amongst others. And that is why the internet, where links dissolve time and space, is a wonderful place to be a poet. Such fabulous company.

Thanks, Paul A. Baker.

Blogging As Art.

August 10, 2008 at 11:23 am | Posted in links, writing | 22 Comments
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Whilst I would like to earn a living doing what I enjoy (who wouldn’t?) I have no desire to be personally famous, (which explains the mystery man (haha) act), but I am committed to doing what I can to preserve a tradition, a noble part of human achievement. Art, the idea that is possible to create. And the artist, that there is a subgenre of the human who are artists. (Oh and then duck as the accusations of arrogance and ‘we are all artists creating our own lives’ and yes yes but I am not being metaphysical. I am saying that some people are artists and some aren’t, the same way some people are doctors and some aren’t, some people are prisoners and some aren’t.)

Is there redemption in Art? Does Picasso’s Guernica redeem in someway the suffering that created it? Are the people who died redeemed in it by having their moment recorded in a way that magnifies and articulates so that it is burned into the consciousness of the species? Is Walt Disney the embodiment of evil for turning the deepest roots of memory, folk tales, into advertisements for middleclass American consumerism?

As for the iPod I can understand their desire to have music injected straight into their brains all the time but I suspect this is only so they never have to think. Perhaps every time they think about themselves in the world they get scared or nauseated or depressed or lonely. What kind of a world have we created? Perhaps art is a reclamation of freedom in as much as it asserts that communication is possible. That is certainly what I have tried to achieve here, to make a place in the world where freedom, communication, creation, meaningful art, is at least a possibility. And where people are respected for what they do, what they create.

An artist must be just as motivated to the act of destruction, change and revolution as they are to the notion of creation. Art is not supposed to be passively recording or endlessly describing yourself. It is supposed to be an active force in the world. But until you say, alright, I am going to call myself an artist, I am going to claim that what I am doing is utilising certain learned skills and devices (craft) in creating a work of art, until you do that and risk the constant accusations of arrogance, like Picasso, like Oscar Wilde, like Byron, take an actual risk of complete and utter and humiliating failure, until then the world will remain as it is,

the keith jarrett riff,

August 1, 2008 at 6:58 pm | Posted in genre isn't dead yet but it should be, music | 10 Comments
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hey, you gotta have a hand jive
bootsy said if we’re going again,
count those silly bubbles,
pop pop pop
deep below some ancient carp is
singing some wild and thrubbing song
and sunonhead is drifting off,
he hopes his work is surely done

hey, Squires he says jangling the keys,
home time frog jumps in beer oclock,
ding ding, Shanghai, we’re here
wake up, says F, slamming his glass down on the piano, jesus man the parties just begun, i tell you you play great but I ain’t hiring you, goddamn junkie dead and done,

he turns from the obvious mirror in which his reflection can’t be seen,
i remember the days, sir ian, in wonderful suits of grey,
pluperfect in green felt hat,
some whiskery comedian,
some less outrageous Monk,

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