David Ralph Lewis

Colston and the Myths of History

24 Jun 2020 Category: politics

Every country is deluded in how they narrate the past. No history is complete and each history is a story shaped to make the narrators feel better. But I think here in Britain, we are more deluded than most.

Revelations

22 Jun 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from Crack magazine, March 2020 s

The Sky is Damaged

20 Jun 2020 Category: this was meant to be the future

From her vantage point of the second highest branch, Cassie saw it first, growing over the horizon like a bruise. She often spent afternoons by herself in the garden, away from the noise of the house- The music pounding from her brother Jamie’s closed door, Sampson barking at nothing, the rumbling of the ancient boiler. Her parents constantly screaming at each other. Or worse, being polite through gritted teeth. Cassie preferred the relative silence of the garden. Birds might chirrup at each other, but it never sounded angry. For most of the Easter holidays, she had got into the habit...

Noise

17 Jun 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Trees 1

Taken from a review of Angel Olsen in Bristol In Stereo March edition

Summer is here

15 Jun 2020 Category: photos

Good morning to this Zinnia and this Zinnia only

All change

12 Jun 2020 Category: plague notes

You may notice my website looks a little different. I have moved it from Wordpress to Jekyll, teaching myself rudimentary HTML and CSS in the process. I changed a template by DpStrange, modifying it to fit my needs. I also transferred all 278 (!) blog posts over. I honestly hadn’t realised I’d done so many, but then I’ve been working at this blogging game for the last four years. I’m pleased with the results, but it you see a problem or coding issue please let me know.

If it hadn’t been for lockdown I probably wouldn’t have started such...

Condolences

09 Jun 2020 Category: poetry

What good is this scattering over the grass,
this gold and white confetti, these eyes
opening at dawn and closing in the twilight?
These are Freya’s flowers and she is welcome
to them. We have no use for blooms. Callous gods,
you cannot substitute one beauty for another.
What help is protection now? Your garlands
are mere distractions, we have no desire
to chew on the pollen, fill our mouths
with bitter medicine. Left long enough
the petals blister our skin, we become
sun scaled. Spread them no more,...

Echoes and Edges Collaboration

03 Jun 2020 Category: publications

Echoes and edges were kind enough to set my poem How to hear the hills to an incredible deep soundtrack as part of their live stream collaboration. You can watch it here.

They also sent me an mp3 of the song and I’ve uploaded it to SoundCloud. Find that here. What they’ve done with my poem is really powerful but the whole live stream is really cool.

The end of an era

28 May 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from the review pages of Crack magazine, March 2020

Among the trees

26 May 2020 Category: erasure poetry

Taken from the review pages of Crack magazine, March 2020

May in the woods

22 May 2020 Category: photos

Trees 1
Trees 2
Trees 3

I regret to inform you the world does not require your attention, it is still generous with its gifts.

FCIC10

20 May 2020 Category: this was meant to be the future

PhaethonOfficial: We are here at the tenth Future of Computational Intelligence conference (#FCIC10). We sponsor a number of PhD students, excited to see their findings!

ProfSam: Key note in ten minutes. Still get nervous even now. Wish me luck! #FCIC10

ElaineEvans: @ProfSam You’ll be great

Some News

14 May 2020 Category: publications

I’m very grateful to have a poem up on Nine Muses Poetry called Imposter. It’s a strange little piece and I’m glad it’s found a good home. Check it out here