The Last Tape
By Alex Niven
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Alex Niven
Alex Niven is a writer from the north-east of England. He writes regularly for the Guardian, Tribune and New Statesman, and has also contributed to publications including the New York Times, the Independent, Pitchfork, The Face and VICE. As well as Folk Opposition (Zero, 2011), he is the author of an instalment in Bloomsbury's 33 1/3 series (on Definitely Maybe by Oasis, 2014) and New Model Island (Repeater, 2019), a critically acclaimed memoir of Englishness and regional identity. Currently Lecturer in English Literature at Newcastle University, he helped to start the radical publisher Repeater Books in 2014.
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The Last Tape - Alex Niven
WINNING
A gang of us at first, breaking
into the mildewed football ground
hours before dawn, scouring
the lime white terraces for an apt
space to launch from, the concrete
like the surface of the moon.
In the powerful light of this
in between place you see faces as if
for the first time – stars, glances –
the chinks in the cantilever stand
allow some small rays to filter through.
We don’t know what we’re doing.
There are risings in the east we think
must come stammering into life;
we will die for kinship or fail
forever in our sniggering selves.
Here lies the largest congregation
in the western world. Miles above
the paving stones, scintillating
the leaves, our flares reignite the sky.
1989
They came swooshing like water
out of Leppings Lane, leaping
into the matchday sun. Soon
bodies ghosted the gym.
All I dreamt of back then were
vague summaries of light, now
nightmares of black hammers
pummelling the helpless.
THE DOMINICAN FRIARS COME TO ENGLAND
We set the country alight.
Miracles in the marketplace
and tales of the pure earth.
Girl gaggles followed us.
They were a susceptible people
and we were young, skint.
Peacock parading
was our schoolboy itch.
Anyway, we meant it
at that juncture.
We were trying to scatter
rainbows,
poetry, anything.
You can’t imagine
the blue-veined love
I had for the world, back then.
Dreams stacked up.
Dogs gambolled with us.
We felt that our convoy would
lead to Lyonesse.
By Michaelmas we
were fat as bullocks,
and the pennants of the new
true life glazed the hills.
Just out of sight
the Mother Church
was clucking her teeth.
She must have known all along.
HIDDEN TRACK
I couldn’t work out whether
you were part of the future
or a beautiful aftershock.
Blind spots where the sun snuck.
Your skin was syncopated, weightless.
We crossed every finish line,
woke immaculately new.
REMEMBRANCE DAYS
We seem unable to move on.
Beached fish
say forever is a butterfly life.
A studio reel-to-reel oiled smooth, safe.
(Photos clacker past, watermarks vanish.)
Dawn autumns the dust choked village hall.
Curled
beneath the hymnbooks and the nursery chairs
a spider spins the first new form in years.
We surge, we gather, in another world.
PANTISOCRACY
We were barracked in a lonely ranch.
Food sacks for the winter.
Salt.
Inured to the pulse of things.
Leaving the coastal towns was hard.
We left trinkets.
Warriors were expunged
from the phonebook.
But then, the ranch-lands glittered.
Banquets scarfed by the hearth.
Green wet grass everywhere
goading us.
My sweetheart fished for salmon.
I sang.
Friends delivered the basic mete
and railroads arrived latterly.
Only, something had broken.