corrupt press

Corrupt press puts poetry into heads.

It’s a limited company run by me, Dylan Harris. When I came to Paris in December 2009, I found many interesting anglophone poets, a lively scene, magazines, but no small press. Worse, some British, Irish and American poetry presses seemed unwilling to publish poets from their abroad. In consequence, good poets weren’t getting published. So, in 2011, I set the press up.

Non-anglophone English can be an interesting source of new language. The poetry may sometimes seem odd to native speakers, but is it error, a style that’s not yet established, a different grammar, an effect a native speaker would struggle to achieve, or what ? That’s why I want poetry from poets whose mother tongues exclude English.

The contact address is


Tramstraat 26,

5611 CP

eindhoven The NETHERLANDS

Trial Balloons

1er juin 2012

Trial Balloons

Wheeze, oh Muse, and clatter me the ditty
on an awry hero tantrum. Cough.
Song dame, won’t you clever me a stanza
epic highly ? hence me that way,
long lyre lady, so I shall could warble
hot good copy and, curved poet, distress
alas, whole kinds of bad murder
on Acheans which, on result of
that angerly feel which was toward pointed
Agamemnon at by vast Achilles,
would be sending at their (…)

de l’instant

Charles Cros


Moi, je vis la vie à côté,
Pleurant alors que c’est la fête.
Les gens disent : « Comme il est bête ! »
En somme, je suis mal côté.

J’allume du feu dans l’été,
Dans l’usine je suis poète ;
Pour les pitres je fais la quête.
Qu’importe ! J’aime la beauté.

Beauté des pays et des femmes,
Beauté des vers, beauté des flammes,
Beauté du bien, beauté du mal.

J’ai trop étudié les choses ;
Le temps marche d’un pas normal ;
Des roses, des roses, des roses !

Charles Cros, « Sonnet », Le Collier de griffes.