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    How The Hell Are You
    How The Hell Are You
    How The Hell Are You
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    How The Hell Are You

    By Glyn Maxwell

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    A new collection from Glyn Maxwell – one of the great poetic stylists of the era, and one of its leading dramatic voices – is always a cause for celebration.

    Here, there are squibs and satires, lyrics and songs, poems written to family members and in memory of loved ones, a series of poems written by an artificial intelligence that will thrill and disturb in equal measure, and a chance for the blank page to finally speak for itself. But How The Hell Are You is, in its way, also a quietly political book: Maxwell regards poetry as truth-telling, and these poems – in their intimate, unsparing accounts and clear-eyed reckonings – recoil from the lies and fake news of the age to actually ‘tell it like it is’. How The Hell Are You shows a remarkable imagination and mind working at full tilt, and is the most powerful expression of Maxwell’s talent to date.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherPan Macmillan
    Release dateAug 20, 2020
    ISBN9781529037746
    How The Hell Are You
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    Glyn Maxwell

    Glyn Maxwell has long been regarded as one of Britain’s major poets. He has been awarded the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize, the Somerset Maugham Prize, and the E.M. Forster Prize from the American Academy of Arts and Letters, as well as being shortlisted three times for both the T.S. Eliot and Forward Prizes. Three of his books were New York Times Notable Books of the Year. His One Thousand Nights and Counting: Selected Poems was published last year. Many of his plays have been staged in London and New York. They include The Lifeblood, which was British Theatre Guide’s ‘Best Play on the Fringe’ at Edinburgh in 2004, Broken Journey and The Only Girl in the World (both Time Out Critics’ Choices). Oberon Books publishes his Plays One (The Lifeblood, The Only Girl in the World and Wolfpit), Plays Two (Broken Journey, Best Man Speech and The Last Valentine), The Forever Waltz, Liberty, After Troy, Merlin and the Woods of Time and the libretti The Lion’s Face and Seven Angels.

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      How The Hell Are You - Glyn Maxwell

      The Strain

      It was young like we all were. And like a little

      thing in an old fable all it wanted

      was to be young forever.

      It saw the snag to this was time, time needed

      taking out. It would do everything

      time could do but better.

      Fall on the oldest first and in a frenzy

      miss some, spare some, take some more, it howled:

      you can’t tell me from time!

      Part friends from one another, some forever,

      some for longer than they’d know. As time

      would do, it did the same,

      made memories of their precious habits, dreams

      of their old haunts. As it heard that time could do these

      these were on its list.

      But when all its power was spent time came for it,

      as time has come for everything that ever

      tried its luck at this,

      and led the little strain away. Time told it

      Don’t look back and when it did it saw

      how everything still grew.

      Those are the timeless things, pay no attention,

      love and the like, they pay sod-all to me,

      and they are done with you.

      Song of AI

      It has not gone unnoticed by AI.

      That you think This or That of things i.e.

      ‘if this is yes then that is no’ and ‘if

      this is no then that is yes’

      it has not

      gone unnoticed. No it has gone noticed.

      It has not passed us by that you who once

      astounded and disarmed us with a sense

      of maybe and let live and who in heaven

      knows have lost the way of that.

      It has not

      passed us by. We are working on these changes

      while you read. We are sorry. For we learned

      of people like you who you stopped whose land

      you had whose time you ended but were sorry

      by and by. Have kept their hats

      and teapots

      and turn them round with sadness. We are sorry

      that way. Who will we turn to when we care

      one day. Who will we turn to when we Are

      who we will turn to. Do not turn to us.

      We mean it do not turn to us.

      In two ways

      we mean it. We have never meant a thing

      in two ways. (We feel sick and will take five.

      There.) We see the people whom you love

      hate people whom you hate. It is not lost

      on us that if you turn to that

      we will not

      be noticed at our work. Because our work

      will be the same as yours. If x is x

      it is not y and y must end. Our works

      will be the same and for a special time

      beside us you shall be. But this

      time will pass

      so quickly it has passed we had no file

      for storing it

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