Question & Answer 8 – Charlie Baylis

Question 8

Charlie,

You begged and pleaded to take part in this, asked me to take your virginity in return for a spot on the roster – and I let you, with none of the side effects. And yet, there you sit, torn apart like Natalie Imbruglia in Warsaw, begging for me to jump at your cheap tricks.

Fuck you Charlie Baylis – you don’t know shit.

I have half a mind to rewrite your answers as glowing praise for me, but I wouldn’t want the stain of your compliments on the lapels of my work. You’ve grown like a rose bush in Practical Magic, you’re all resurrection with none of the treats. When Halloween comes you’ll knock on doors and whisper ‘trick or trick’ because opening the door to you is never a treat.

You think this is harsh, wait till you see what I drew in the men’s toilets in the Falmouth Café Nero. A picture of you reading your own work and crying.

Do you actually think you are worth the effort, Baylis?

Love Aaron

– Aaron Kent

Answer 8

the last image was strong, the rest was trite and predictable
marriane moore

i last saw aaron kent by the ugly tree locking his bike to the no bike sign
excreting light bulbs to illuminate his wife holding a pink balloon
he’d been wearing the same blouse for weeks

“aaron how asinine you seem in blouse and brogues
why dost thou dress in thy mother’s clothes?!”

“charlie charlie i’m not a real poet
just a jerk attempting poetry to boost my social media status
here here have another question”

“aaron kent i had a pleasant time sipping sunlight in the moonlight
until you came into my waldorf salad
with your frilly frock and pointlessness perfumed by j lo you are a complete idiot
here is a pin for your pink balloon i require you to pop it”

– Charlie Baylis

Question & Answer 3 – Kirsten Irving

Question 3

I see giants the size of angels
and angels the size of small alleyways.
These are all we have to keep track
of the dark ages,
beside a collection of wells so intricately hidden
that they long to cure gout and depression.
This whole county is blue
and blew itself up.
Cornwall rode the lip you describe,
slid heavily into madness
and took all of our fields of wheat with it.
[cheap memes]
What do you do when you’ve defeated the moon,
and found four more waiting
just outside of your consciousness?
I read them Murakami
and create a cat that talks in tongues.
I have seizures in the night time
and stab the men who come for me.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

There was a little princess who lay dying
and wanted the moon, knew it would save her.
They gave her a moon of silver for her neck,
and she got better, knew it would grow back in the sky
like the thumbnail she held up to eclipse it.

There are plastic truths and there are granite truths.
There are conducting truths of copper (silver
carries faster, but costs far more) and there are
insulator truths in glass and rubber. They make
Things quieter, the view so much better.

– Kirsten Irving

Question & Answer 7 – Anthony Desmond

Question 7

My ancestors smoked their way
into the history books.
I went to school proud
to tell my teachers my dad
smoked sixty a day.
Eighty a day.
Perhaps even one hundred.

A kid threw a cigarette
from his car window
and I threw a banana skin
from mine.
His won’t deteriorate,
whereas mine will
feed the foxes.

Do you give back, Anthony?
Do you return to nature?
I’m still thinking
about that banana skin
and a comedy fall
by some Charlie Chaplin
lookalike.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 7

Amongst the trees,
I thought I could be
the same with all of them.
I thought I had to carry
the weight of the world
like a circus act.
My kindness was a show,
free for all to see the fool
whose love was like
a penny face up,
like a coin toss with
a double-faced nickel.
I was spent; my days
were currency in the
pockets of those who
forgot I needed light, too.

– Anthony Desmond

Question & Answer 3 – Amanda Butler

Question 3

If we’re talkin’ sax solos
then we need to keep
Careless Whispers in the footnotes –
because George Michael was magic,
and I won’t have anybody
tell me otherwise.
It’s Freedom ‘90
where he truly excels though,
he doesn’t belong to me,
but I hold his sounds like I hold
Elliott Smith, and Phife.
Who do you mourn
though you never met?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

The daily mourning hashtag news
tells me who to add to my heart
and social media prayers.
Forty-nine pulses pump, and
love is vein-river-streamed.
The first soul I cried for but never knew –
found in pixel flowers
left on Anna’s MySpace
in the comment section.

I mourn for Issa –
also, with every haiku
may peace fly in flocks.

– Amanda Butler

Question & Answer 1 – Andrew Fentham

Question 1

What glory do you find in Cornwall?
I find it in the chough,
in nests built on acrylic landscapes
with legend imbued in its genes,
the once common, no longer chattering
compositional bird ascends.
Every detail seared on its iris,
every magnificent horizon etched,
it finds the majesty in every hand
held and reborn again.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 1

Answer 1 (1)Answer 1 (2)

– Andrew Fentham

Question & Answer 7 – Daniel Roy Connelly

Question 7

Your doctor sounds a lot like my submarine
Chief – the one who pressed me hydraulically
and opened my valves. I had nowhere to go,
Daniel, couldn’t sit with you in Casaletto,
or give a confession somewhere near the Vatican
while hoping I don’t dream of his touch.
All grease, no breath. Where was my plane ticket
to visit you? I still wake up and see his hands
in my pants, and feel the vice on my dick
and feel the pain in trying to tell somebody.
You know who I told? My wife, three weeks
after I met her, three years after it happened.
Now, every Thursday, while you piss yourself
on the number 64, bladder full of espresso, I sit
with a peppermint tea and a room full of men
as we try to move on. And I struggle to tell them
about that time when I was eight
and the camera flashed while I posed on the stairs.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 7

[Edinburgh to Carlisle]

I want to say, oh you poor fucker,
but as soon as we do that we’re fucked.
Let’s always hope it’s a passing shower.
Never let hands settle for more than one hour.

A certain seepage of past malfeasance, yes,
occasionally inundates the day, like the time
Uncle Chuckle bounced me too close on his knee while
Aunty Garter refused every flavour of wafer at tea.

My fingertips entering a turd in a pair of underwear,
infant school, blur, the boy next to me, when he hung
them up, he had red hair, Lloyd something, v quiet.

oh you poor fucker,

pushed down the stairs at 14,
broken ankle during break,
Danny rushed overhead
to the next-door A&E
like a scene out of Gandhi,
all boys’ grammar, you know how it is,
couldn’t get the lick of it personally.

I am etiolated without every single instance, Aaron.
There I go. Talk to the flowers, Daniel.
It’s as nothing when you think of China.

I’ve no plans to change my posture on you.
I need to be sure when they end my nightmares are true,
that the devil in white down the road really lives for hate.
We have found a way to log them; anima quaesitor.
All roads bleed to Rome, mate.

– Daniel Roy Connelly

Question & Answer 1 – Luke Kennard

QUESTION 1

INT. SUBMARINE – NIGHT (MAYBE? OR DAY? EVENING?)

It’s a shit title, let’s be honest, and the set-up relies on an innate knowledge of living onboard a submarine and all the stuff that goes on with it. Everything is grey, the protaganist [might be the antagonist] used to make a joke that living onboard a submarine was just staring at fifty different shades of grey. This joke was before the book was even conceived. He can’t use that joke anymore – but please know there is no colour in a submarine, everything is grey. Fourty nine and a half different shades of grey.

…………………………………………………………..SONAR OPERATOR
……………………………………….I’ve just learnt what nihilartikel means.

…………………………………………………………..CHIEF
……………………………………….…life on board…

…………………………………………………………..SONAR OPERATOR
……………………………………….I think it means me, some broken entry on a
……………………………………….map that exists purely to confuse other
……………………………………….people. I’m not even worth some grid co-ordinates.

The submarine begins to fall apart.
The sub marine begins to fall apart.
The sub marine begins to fall apart.

…………………………………………………………..SONAR OPERATOR (CONT’D)
……………………………………….I think I’m falling apart.

…………………………………………………………..VOICEOVER
……………………………………….And it’s at this point crush depth forces the hate
……………………………………….into some innocent flesh. It’s here that we the
……………………………………….lines blur. Boundaries no longer exist.

…………………………………………………………..SONAR OPERATOR
……………………………………….Another fucking shade of grey.
……………………………………….The Sonar Operator has fallen apart.

– Aaron Kent

ANSWER 1

INT. SUBMARINE – PENTECOST

…………………………………………………………..CHIEF
……………………………………….The ideal of control is no longer that of
……………………………………….transparency…

…………………………………………………………..SONAR OPERATOR
……………………………………….I think often of our love of detective stories
……………………………………….and crime fiction more generally and that
……………………………………….it isn’t so much its tidiness (hygiene, case
……………………………………….closed and final page as the flush of a toilet)
……………………………………….or comfort (lurid torture scene followed by
……………………………………….celebration of local cuisine) or even some
……………………………………….sense of closure ostensibly lacking in “real
……………………………………….life” but rather a maelstrom. Everything, in
……………………………………….the end, bewilders. We leave the detective, a
……………………………………….cynic, a romantic, sitting on a memorial
……………………………………….bench outside a factory, grimacing into the
……………………………………….middle distance. There is shit everywhere.

…………………………………………………………..FORMER CHILDREN’S ENTERTAINER
……………………………………….(Dumps a scoop of ice-cream into his coffee
……………………………………….cup and pours black coffee over it).
……………………………………….When did you first fall in love on a
……………………………………….submarine?

…………………………………………………………..V/O
……………………………………….The retired children’s entertainer was working
……………………………………….on a novel set on board a submarine and had
……………………………………….registered as a passenger for research. He
……………………………………….would later self-publish his novel, Tiger Cruise,
……………………………………….and receive many five-star reviews from other
……………………………………….self-published novelists. Tiger Cruise, he would
……………………………………….later claim, had sold over 50,000 copies. Like all
……………………………………….children’s entertainers he had a streak of unusual
……………………………………….cruelty and misanthropy which gave him great
……………………………………….potential as a writer.

…………………………………………………………..SONAR OPERATOR
……………………………………….I have always been an excellent lover, but also a
……………………………………….terrible lover. Working on a submarine was a
……………………………………….chance to fuse these two parts of my personality.
……………………………………….I feel like I use a different part of my brain when
……………………………………….I am in love on a submarine and when I am in
……………………………………….love in “mouth breathing land-space” as we
……………………………………….submariners call the world.

…………………………………………………………..CHIEF
……………………………………….The robot no longer interrogates appearance.

A creak. Two creaks.

– Luke Kennard