The writers of Fugitive Bullets are described as electrophalluciphysicians, (one of the few search terms on the internet that throws up no less than zero results) and may refer to the fact that aside from their other commonalities, the writers here published are all poetically experimentally underground Scotsmen.
John McGarrigle (a Glasgow writer most of his days) offers a prodigious story, The Banshee of Carlton Heights, and revels in the worst excesses of junkie Scots fantasy noir. It’s a tale of tacky tartan nameplates, poor wrecked Weegie folk, and the cruel whorish spirit of Ishtar Mari; yes: ‘Chalky was dead but Ishtar Mari still rode him as she drained every available piece of life force from within him.’
Rodney Relax (born in Fife but now “exiled” in Edinbra)’s razor wit and wy wi words make him the wizard of this collection. Reading Rodney Relax you feel like you live in a town of psychos, killers, dirty auld prams, (Birkenside Blitz, an epic in 20 lines) and dark broken down streets. You might not want to read a poem called Edukashun in Poetry, but you would be missing out on an edukashun if poetry if you didn't; Rodney Relax writes himself off the planet and into the cosmos, shows what poetry can do and what it means to him:
a poem is a city at war, a destroyer I wurds a red spot oan Jupiter,
Razor Lassies evokes a Tom Waits style of rundoun toun but is actually more like the poetic sketching of the (high) Modernists.
Graham Brodie (born in Edinburgh ) and author of Wild Ways has a gift for inner voices; Brodie has a helluva knack of capturing them; ‘a biscuit / I’ve not had one / in ages / aye, why not’ (treat)
For Jim Ferguson (lives and writes in glorious Glasgow) see PROFESSORS OF RHETORIC (FOR ALL THE MASS COMMUNICATORS).
‘So , yirra professor of rhetoric uryi / ah seeyeez everyday ya fannies / wankin on the box / why no be a bus driver / just be a bus driver / think yir spiel makes us feel any better.’
The poem made me feel a whole lot better. I read this poem as a kind of medicine against the gobshites.
There is a piece in Fugitive Bullets by Nick E Melville (Bides in Edina) called from burns(s) suppe'r which blows me away - - - it’s because of the way the item is conceived and the sense it makes in so many ways at once, while being minimalist. It’s clever. The found sequence generated is made from a consecution of Robert Burns poems, which have the words of the poems tippexed out, leaving only the titles and the explanatory notes of the Scottish words. It’s a class way to read a poem in Scots.
And that’s your Fugitive Bullets, from OGPRESS / 1 O’Clock Gun (Bath/Edinburgh) – the collection is reekin as it says of ‘Scottish gorilla like humanity’ – apt.