Ian Badcoe Poetry

At the fallen angel karma collider electric diagnostician and experimental tea bar I usually eschew what I think of as "arbitrary weird...

I have two poems We all are always never going home  and Girl with degenerate matter earring  in Corporeal , and another in their sibling pu...

Hi all, Sorry I disappeared without a word before the end of NaPiWriMo.  The explanation is that I was just running a bit late, but stil...

New Muses for a Posthuman Age I follow a filk singer/songwriter called Dr Mary Crowell  and on her album:  Scattering ...

A mighty organ, earlier today... I go regularly to a poetry open mic now, it's a great evening and the only way to expose WIP poems...

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...

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...

Or rather Hallam London , my musical collaborator, is releasing our song To the Sky , which we dedicate to David Bowie because, as often t...

You haven't heard much from me about my on-going collaboration with German Rock Musician Hallam London .  Partly this has been because...

Hallam came second in the preliminary round of Emergenza that he was in last night, so they go through to the semi-finals! I'd bette...

Hallam London performed three of our new songs for the first time in public just now here .  I watched the whole thing via live streaming,...