Question & Answer 3 – Emily Critchley

Question 3

I buckle – lack of a simple graph –
lack of stability – bad and – vertex’d
to myself – in the repetition
of balcony railings – bourgie aspirations
from Brexit – loving – parents – proving
their worth from the –lack of a simple –
class – or sos – SOS – save our son – never
mind this time – add two to the planned degree
to avoid – the marquee – are you ever
lost in thoughts of greater people – Emily –
or do you live adjacent to the loop – I buckle –
lack of basic – survival skills – born from born

– Aaron Kent

Answer 3

[Brexit elegy]

Lifelines in our hands
to grasp details of which
I am travelling past
snapshots of myself
travelling past
a simple graph
whatever sings
the difference. Planned
landslides are better
than. Listen
I could tell
you about
how to bite off
one’s thumb in spite,*
bitten, repeated, blood
cutting around
the finite
When we made up
this family
(out of scraps,
adjacent stories)
but when we have this
permanent rainbow –
smash the windows, let the rain off
this precious plane
the one over all Europe.
Its new goal
a stupid arrival.
Blood thumbs.

*And the continuance of their parents’ rage.

– Emily Critchley


Question & Answer 2 – Emily Critchley

Question 2

That halogen moon has rung me at midnight
and drunkenly left a voicemail
on loop through the darkness.

Do you ever answer?

I’m drowning in spirits
because I know the nights are longer
and wilder
than any will to sleep

the sun finally breaks the horizon wide open
like a high five for all the tired sailors

– you made it through the night –

all we have
are colours
and synonyms.

– Aaron Kent

Answer 2
For Marianne Morris

Everything is a part of everything which is a part of everything else.
& any decision is like a huge moon
tossed from the top of a great hill. It gathers speed
in direct proportion to height
taking each prisoner down with it.
It & the tides.
And when we were younger
things dropped
were as stones
into that ocean. But now
just as the moon gapes we have run out
of ideas.

Everything is a part of everything else
that is a part of nothing.
The moon moves. Cuts its paper teeth
on our regretful actions. Like that time
we made bombs out of love. Live
bombs sent to rip us with.
& she grew, O,
into a strong one.

But look, if you see
the moon
it is what I drew
there is still some hope then.

– Emily Critchley

Question & Answer 1 – Emily Critchley

Question 1

I am an event horizon three
solar masses worth. I exceed
the Tolman-Oppenheimer-
Volkoff limit and drag a
lifetimes worth of hospital
x-rays with me. Either
thirteen point 7 billion light
years, or thirteen Alex

Chiltons – walking home
from school, knee high in
the red fjord. 1989. ‘We’d
be stable if we could just
find our own value’ – yet I
exceed the Chandrasekhar
limit, I’m ready to explode.
What pushes you to the limit?

– Aaron Kent

Answer 1
[Water is life & I heart Van Jones]

As Vanessa Place knows
……….my poetry hero is James Franco
not Alex Chilton
……….I would not vote for T***p or
waste a second’s poetry future on him
……….nor anyone who doesn’t think
the clean air / water / trees
……….-> involved in being alive thing
………………..makes me feel extreme
……….I’m very into walking
home from school these days –
……….knee high in the grasses – dodging
the red Fords & SUVs, all
……….those wild hi-fivings tho
we’d be better off
……….if – instead of big vehicles running
our fillingstations / big
……….lobbying / big
corporate interests / our
……….oceans can’t take much more
big icecaps melting round this tiny island
……….better take it easy on emissions
big moratorium on truth
……….by politicians with big
bank accounts & egos
……….while a media collusion
breaks big stories –

……….we focused on real stars
………………..falling out the finite sky.

– Emily Critchley