Liz Adams

Liz Adams

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lizadams.net/

Liz
Liz Adams is a poet and writer. Her first collection of poems, Green Dobermans, was published this year by Lazy Gramophone Press. She has an MA in Creative Writing from the University of East Anglia, and her work has been published or is forthcoming in Iota Fiction, The Frogmore Papers, morphrog and Stand. Liz recently completed the MRes in Humanities and Cultural Studies at the London Consortium; her work there considered the emotion of envy in William Blake’s Vala or The Four Zoas through an application of colour theory. She was part of the Voiceworks project 2010-2011 which comprises of poets from the Birkbeck Contemporary Poetics Research Centre and musicians from the Guildhall School of Music & Drama. For the project she wrote the lyrics to a protest song against the government’s spending cuts which was sung at the Wigmore Hall. She has also worked in collaboration with dancers at The Place (London).
Words from Liz

  • Thames

    Written on 17/03/10

    Roses swarm death through dew darting jutty head all over cruel glow beneath blue shorn-skin song clicks to sunrise, deeply the whale dies, sharp in its own air.... read more

  • Still Life

    Written on 17/03/10

    I'm peeling through the newspapers, reading about the plights of the modern age. I'm one of them. A woman knits beside me. She bites her lipstick lips. Ange would say she uses 'Purple Red,' or 'Autumnal... read more

  • Green Dobermans

    Written on 26/11/10

    Cut open the dog head. Cup the pale green brain. Its head is an avocado. Take out its stone then the fork from your pocket. Drag it over the muzzle. The blood runs out in ribbons into... read more

  • Woods

    Written on 26/11/10

    At the top of the stairs you told me; your voice inside the wire travelled higher, spread through my skull - pieces of our ancestry encasing a moment no one could retract. Outside,... read more

  • Wife

    Written on 22/11/11

    I fill the house with voices - the radio is on, somewhere inside this Midlands town a man lies face down, his death circling him like a crow. Tomorrow will be easier - time... read more