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The Poetry of Brian Bilston

Brian Bilston has been frequently described as the 'Poet Laureate of Twitter.' He remains  a poet clouded in  mystery. He possesses a Banksy type persona. Very little is known about him other than the fragments of information revealed on social media and through his poetic offerings. 
In 2014 he became the first person to retain the title of Pipe Smoker of the Year [Poetry section] and, over the years, he has won numerous awards  He won the 2015 Great British Write Off poetry prize for a poem disguised in a Venn diagram.


His first collection of poetry 'You Caught the Last Bus Home'  has now been published. Bilston has been described as wordsmith who takes great pride in his use of language, making words dance before the reader's eyes. He is bringing poetry to the masses through social media employing topical, witty, thoughtful and very accessible poetry. Perhaps the most famous of his poems is the powerful message contained in  'Refugee.'

I have just taken receipt of his book and it meets all expectations. As an avid collector of poetry books, this book is a delightful and informative acquisition. I am an avowed Bilston fan.

Bilston's observational take on life is both entertaining and perceptive. You can find out more about the mysterious Brain Bilston by visiting: https://brianbilston.com/category/twittle-poems/
Here are three examples of the Bilston style:
POETIC LICENCE
Not being well-versed
In the world of poetry,
A pastry chef,
By the name of Geoff,
Went to purchase
A poetic licence
In order to surprise
His patrons
With chicken
And mushrhyme pies.


THERE’S A SUPERMARKET WHERE THE LIBRARY ONCE STOOD
There’s a supermarket where the library once stood.
I sometimes forget that it’s now gone for good.
Last week I asked if they had any Flaubert.
A shrug in response. ‘The cheese counter’s there.’
There’s a supermarket where the library had been.
I’ve been reading some Dhal in ‘Indian cuisine’.
No golden tickets, witches or giants, of course;
just chickpeas and lentils in a creamy spiced sauce.
There’s a supermarket where the library once was.
I had tried to hand back an old Grapes of Wrath.
Sorry, they told me, but it’s really too late,
they’ll be shrivelled and well past their best-before-date.
There’s a supermarket where the library once stood.
A Sainsbury’s Local has bulldozed my childhood.
The library had been starved of state funding, I guess.
Take books off the menu and live well for less.

AUTUMN


Comments

  1. Oh, I can see why you're an avowed fan. He's wonderful! So clever and playful, but also deep, or as you said, "perceptive." Thanks so much for the introduction. I think it's going to be the beginning of a beautiful relationship!

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    1. Molly meet Brian! Glad you liked what you saw and saw what you liked. I knew I wouldn't be the only one who thinks Brian's words hit the mark.

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  2. Hahaha--awesome! Makes me think of Kenn Nesbitt and Brod Bagert. Thanks for the introduction!

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    1. I know both poets you mention Laura and yes, they possess similar perspectives when writing.

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  3. Loved the wordplay/spunky ending in his last poem, thanks Alan!

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