Simon Carnell

Simon Carnell is the author of Hare and a translator of the physicist Carlo Rovelli.

Poem: ‘Workman’s Picture’

Simon Carnell, 23 May 2019

I’d want this piece about our father to have something of the texture

of Schwitters’ Workman’s Picture – some glued-on gauze, a piece of copper pipe,

drips of solder, torn glass paper. And to somehow speak of the fact

that when he ‘lost’ a leg, and then his bladder, it occurred to him to connect

the tube from his bag to a small tap soldered to a...

Poem: ‘A Postcard from Chimalistac’

Simon Carnell, 17 December 2015

Jesuits have left their cliffs of gilded wood; Franciscans stone fronts of rock candy.


Pet ferret with velvet collar in Coyoacán. An iguana on a shoulder in Querétaro.


A man is walking draped in a carcass. Raw midday delivery from a flatbed.


The Colt 45; the Remington; the actual desk at which the death sentence was signed …


… the short and narrow painted coffin of...

Poem: ‘Nashville to Nickajack’

Simon Carnell, 20 February 2014

The town that ‘doesn’t need another silly love song’, and gets ‘You Look Like I Need a Drink’.


Next to the deleted cigarette on the barroom door: the red crossed circle deleting a handgun.


‘Hear a sound like a train coming’ (tornado season) ‘get in the tub and hold pillows over your heads’.


In Music City, even the waiters and...

Poem: ‘From a Mexican Archive’

Simon Carnell, 6 January 2000

A downtown storefront window containing only a single giant plastic ear.


In a San Ángel garden: the four-inch-long orange potato bug called face of a child.


Ancient evil in a 400-year-old wall? Its nest of black widows.


Still standing in a busy street: a ’quake-damaged high-rise abandoned in eighty-five.


Woven from lake-grown reeds at Tzintzuntzan: grasshoppers, bulls,...

Four Poems

Simon Carnell, 14 October 1999

The Armley Hippo

Brickfield workmen turned up a quern and bones in clay –    gigantic, not Christian, a prodigious thigh and forearmaroused their curiosity ... Eighteen fifty two, Armley,    and a bewhiskered Mr Denny, having stimulated the men

to increased care and search, with the generous promise    of small rewards of cash, amassed a big...

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