Read Zak Klein’s poem about the moment runner Mo Farah crosses the finishing line.
No emotion spared; all taken,
Compressed into a diamond skull,
Then pushed out through a boyish, toothy gape.
Ever widening, exultant but curdling,
The anticipation worse than pain.
Taut skin bronzed by metallic avarice,
Silvered by allied shoals at the sidelines,
Hotter and brighter than a gold furnace,
While white chalk tingles at the end.
But as he strikes gold the eyes remain peeled,
Ripe lychee in the floodlights,
Quivering for the empirical, digital confirmation
Of a simple dream.
Forget their cries.
In this sickening vacuum of certainty,
Between fact and chronicle,
Time’s razor-edged shank
Swings like barbed weapons in the dark,
Awaiting nothing but the purest recognition,
The purest affirmation:
Zak is also writing something for Banner’s upcoming issue – and you can find more from him in issues 1 and 2.
To be released in 2013 – the ‘fun and games’ issue.
Including: a vision of a nuclear explosion during London’s Olympics; interviews with artist Joshua Seidner, games maker James Wallis, and the anonymous author of Chameleon on a Kaleidoscope.
Plus: poetry from William Kinnear, and prints from Rap Coloring Book.