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Michael hates referring to himself in the third person and is studying an MA in Social Research (Sociology). He was a performance poet (he still writes occasionally), and is a musician (recently he returned to modernist composition and experimental forms after many years of making multi-genre 'popular' music). His research interests encompass the notion that spatiality, modernity and the 'crisis of masculinity' in the West have resulted in higher suicidality among men (approximately FOUR times as many men kill themselves as women). Oh yes, and he's pretty much interested in anything else under the sun...

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Maud's Gone

A poem about the second most intense and terrible break-up I’ve had. It reflects how bitter and lost I felt at…

A terrible beauty has afflicted me
with festering pustules
like tumescent growths that bled
upon the skin of willing fools

A terrible beauty has inflicted
its vice-like grip upon my presence
like stiff white lines I was addicted
to awaken to her incandescence

A terrible beauty has maimed
my fragile psyche into sulphur
like flaring match heads shamed
like scraping skin I suffer

A terrible beauty has ingrained
a deep mistrust of loving
like goose-down duvets stained
her warm moist wetness dries to nothing

A terrible beauty has rejoiced
in my hunger pangs
the fluted melody of her voice
ill-deceived me as she sang

A terrible beauty has rejected
my every single tortured effort
like all the praise that I expected
they did not spark a single thought

A terrible beauty has reduced
me from full of direct energy
to submission, battered, bruised
to limpid abject lethargy

I once loved a terrible beauty briefly
who loved me not at all
and like dramatic irony

She alone controlled the plot.

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