Ian Badcoe Poetry

To celebrate the appearance of my poem TINAG in  Selcouth Station  here is a recording of me reading it, with a few virtual co-conspirators ...

We went to a talk on liquids.  It was by a guy who had written a popular science book on the same subject.  He was an entertaining speake...

Contrary to previous reports... ...the revolution is being televised. Sue has two leading revolutionaries on the sofa; and in a while, ...

This was inspired by the wonderfully abrupt way that a dodgy Facebook geezer approached a female acquaintance some years back... I think h...

Not really following any prompt here, except there was a prompt about "space" which prompted me (sic) to look through my notes for...

Last night I finally watched a BBC program on the War Poets that I recorded in June.  It focussed not just on their poetry, but also on t...

A bit of an experiment this time.  I wrote this as a performance piece and the words are, frankly, ugly laid out on the page. Which doesn...

This one was written from a prompt during NaPoWriMo this year, I forget what the prompt was, put possibly something quite distant from wha...

These are the terms of the contract, they get: the money the adoration, power, glory, stalker the celebrity lifestyle, drugs, divorce m...

Why would I post nearly the same thing twice? To demonstrate the creative process, of course! Also to show how the only constant is ch...

Who doesn't want to write a history of the World? This is a slightly unusual posting, as this poem isn't necessarily finished.  ...

Is this about feminism?  I don't know. I don't like to be political.  It comes from having been brought up in science fiction an...

Earlier this year Rosemary and I travelled to the mythical city of London, to meet up with a dozen or so other poets, all inhabitants of P...