


send who back
send which back
send whom back
send them back
send I back
send they back
send me back
send those back
send we back
send us back
send one back
send some back
send anybody back
send everybody back
send everyone back
send yourself back
send myself back
send ourselves back
send yourselves back
send themselves back
back who
back which
back whom
back them
back I
back they
back me
back those
back we
back us
back one
back some
back anybody
back everybody
back everyone
back yourself
back myself
back ourselves
back yourselves
back themselves
She is deadheading
and drops to the grass
the pinched out
and picked off for
further colourlessness.
I see her paralleling
what will come to pass
and is now about
time lived before
eventual decisiveness.

In some celebration/recognition of the 5oth anniversary of Apollo 11 and the first manned mission to land on the moon, launched on this day in 1969, I am posting this poem which I always used to lead with when introducing concrete poetry to my students.
I cannot remember the author – apologies – and even with online research I have been unable to locate: apart from others having memories but also being none the wiser. If anyone…
I would just write the numbers on the black board [oh yes, many years ago] and then ask the students what they thought this ‘poem’ might be about. Of course, calling it a poem was the first tease, but someone would always eventually suggest a countdown – this prompted if needs be by my reading aloud – and then there was the vertical numbering before words were added so a rocket might be suggested, and that was the first route into exploring how concrete poetry can take the shape and other elements of the thing/event/item/idea it describes. Adding the words was always a great reveal – a little ruse, if also crucial, that worked to engage.
And this was the essential purpose. I would, however, also reflect on that line ‘What 4?’ because this does matter. Even in the early 80s when I was first teaching we were some way down the space road from 1969, so it was an apt question about the cost in a world riven with poverty and disadvantage. Then there was the final line and a suggestion of an ongoing commitment. I’d make reference to how poetry can have important messages to make/explore, but not necessarily.
This was mainly all about making poetry experimental and fun and I have fond memories of using this first example and launching the ideas of others.
even if the life is cruel
is your last sentence written
[on its own at the top
of an otherwise empty page]
as I work up through the script
marking pages as ‘seen’
ready for that other marking,
later, when judging
chronologically what has led
to this apocalypse.
Assuming you have
answered all, I know
it is Laskey’s poem,
so I hope – at the age of sixteen –
you will look for the snow
to trod and mess about in,
throw a big round one at
nobody in particular,
and laugh at the cruelty
that might have been.

Dear teachers,
I have been telling
off your students,
but the off
is you
for teaching them
linguistic things
that are
in their minds
just things, really,
to imagine sound
better [let’s not
examine as adjective,
as adverb, as noun
as verb]
than ‘better’
or what is
correct.
This is a ‘rotten’
thing to do,
which is not
a lexeme,
even if it is
or could be,
but is definitely
corrupting
as a thing to
teach students.
Dear student,
I have returned,
and lemma
and lemme
and – apologies for not getting this right –
let me
tell you something:
‘lexeme’ is a word
but word
is a better word
when that is what
you really mean.
Ungatz
I don’t remember a single birthday
growing up.
There are photographs,
and there will have been things
and much love
as well as some parties with friends,
but I don’t recall one celebration.
I do for my twenty first,
a big event at the time,
and the pewter mug with
its transparent base
for looking through.
Also my fortieth
and sixtieth, more recent than
childhood, obviously, but for
other reasons.
I’d like to go back to an early birthday
and sing to myself in a foreign language
to suggest just one change.
Any would do.