Ian Badcoe Poetry

Language does not exist… Language does not exist… not in the sense of something we can touch, engineer, pass from hand to hand, feel the...

Future Technology #1 (or The Shape of Things to Come) Future technology, earlier today Civilisation, back in the '90s ...

"Anger bob, beats fists against the glass." Collaboration, how's it been working out? With Hallam and I plunging head...

Another essay.  Later in the week I'm going to post the lyrics I wrote for one of Hallam London's songs and this moved me to thin...

Some self-published books, earlier today... A while back, in Antiphon, Rosemary wrote this editorial : When Rosemary writes everybody ...