Concrete Meat Sheet
Adrian Manning is the editor of Concrete Meat
He has had poems, reviews and articles published
in magazines in print and on-line around the world.
Primary chapbooks and broadsides by Adrian
Wretched Songs For Out of Tune Musicians (Bottle
of Smoke Press chapbook 2003)
Literary Gunslinger (Hemispherical Press
Down At The Laundromat (Concrete Meat Press
Two Poems (Feel Free Press broadside 2004)
Old Man (Concrete Meat Press - joint broadside
with David Barker 2005)
As Unavoidable As History (Hemispherical Press
Bring Down The Sun (Art Bureau Press - joint
chapbook with Henry Denander 2005)
A Tourist, A Pilgrim, A Truth (Bottle of Smoke
Press mini chapbook 2006)
Repeating The Mantra (Bottle of Smoke Press
Next Exit Six (Kendra Steiner Editions - joint
chapbook with K M Dersley 2008)
Wide Asleep, Fast Awake (Kendra Steiner Editions
All This I See Before Me, All This I Cannot
Resist (Propaganda Press 2009)
These Hands of Mine (Kendra Steiner Editions
STILL AVAILABLE - "All This I See Before Me, All This I
Cannot Resist" published by Propaganda Press through the Alternating Current
Arts Co-op in the USA. A mix of previously published and unpublished poems.
Follow the link for more information and ordering details:
Review of "Repeating The Mantra" from SOUTHERN
OCEAN REVIEW (Issue 45 - October 2007)
Repeating the Mantra, poems by Adrian Manning.
A 28 page book of this English poet published by Bottle of Smoke Press, 2007.
Manning is a UK poet of some worth. He is a convert to some of the 'meat poets'
of the USA in the 1960's and 1970's. The subtleness of some of these pieces far
outstrips local work from here, NZ. This book won't be available in New Zealand
but you can check it out at www.bospress.net
. I am sure it will be worth your while. We need people like
For availability of any of these or other
publications please contact the author.
AT THIS MOMENT
Darkness envelops this
rain has begun to fall.
Air is heavy and
I see your face in the
and the tears
of the centuries
run from your reflected
slow at first they gain
on each other.
I have done some bad
and useless things.
When the rain
and darkness are gone
they will still be
bad and useless things.
Silence will remain
to remind me,
building a wall
From AS UNAVOIDABLE AS HISTORY (Hemispherical
BLOOD, HE SAID
You know the artists
starving and suffering.
Well he starved and suffered
in a room overlooking the
stuck for paints,
staring at a blank canvas,
gazing through the window
watching animals arrive,
and men in blood stained
white smocks taking
leaning along the wall
like victims of a firing squad.
“Blood,” he said,
“that is the answer.
Where does the blood go?
They wash it away,
they don’t need it,
I can use it,
what a medium.”
She gave up chasing roaches
with a hammer,
turned to him and said,
“I can get it for you.
the guard, the old guy,
his wife died.
he must be desperate for a
I could ‘look after him’ for
a barrel or two to get you
“You’re a whore,” he said,
“but it could work.”
Later that night, he watched her
enter the gate, but she wasn’t
He could see her going to work
on one of the young men
working the night shift.
She came back but
there was no barrel of blood.
She would tell him she needed
to go back the next night,
to work on the old man some
He wouldn’t give her the chance.
He picked up the hammer and
in the darkness behind the door
for her return.
“There will be blood,” he said,
standing perfectly still,
only his terrible, black heart
moving inside him.
From WRETCHED SONGS FOR OUT OF
TUNE MUSICIANS (Bottle of Smoke Press)
put his cape in for a spin
but before he did
he draped floppy eggs
and watches over the machines.
We didn’t listen to his
statements of genius
about the state of modern washing
and we were glad
when he had gone
- those damned ants
were getting everywhere.
DOWN AT THE LAUNDROMAT (Concrete Meat Press)