About Antony Owen

BIOGRAPHY: ANTONY OWEN 

 

Antony Owen is a writer from Coventry and the author of 5 poetry collections since 2009. His latest collection The Nagasaki Elder was shortlisted for the coveted Ted Hughes Award and he is one of the leading writers of war and peace poetry active in 21st century poetry. His work is taught at regular poetry workshops in Hiroshima and also appears in a national UK peace education resource by CND Peace Education. The poems published at Peace Direct will appear in a poetry collection with poet Isabel Palmer who Owen rates as one of the most important peace poets of our generation.

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  1. Mary Rose Peate says:

    Your poem about snow in Aleppo is outstandingly moving and very accomplished.

  2. […] poet Antony Owen performs his poem in this 2015 film by Adam Steiner (director), Brian Harley (camera and editing) […]

  3. Siobhan Campbell says:

    Your poem in the Morning Start today ‘How to survive a nuclear winter’ has forthrightness coupled with dry wit – creates a real encounter – thank you!

    • antonyowen says:

      Thanks Siobhan. Poetry has to say something or it says nothing at all. I hope art responds to these defining times as these times we inhabit define the social conscience of contemporary art.

  4. […] SOURCE: https://antonyowenpoetry.wordpress.com/vitae-2/ […]

  5. Elaine Ronan says:

    Hi Antony- I’m trying to read your poem in reaction to the Grenfell racism video yesterday but it keeps being interrupted by a pop-up that I can’t get rid of. Is there any chance you could re-post here?
    I was unaware of your poems but will now look into them.

    • antonyowen says:

      Lovingly how you exhibited your hatred –

      brown paper for heads a giveaway of white darkness.

      I have read of what people do when they choke from fumes

      in Hiroshima they wrenched a man’s mouth from a water pipe

      in Nagasaki a mother resembled an eagle taking off as she shielded her babe.

      You do not re-make Grenfell with black tape and dirty white paper,

      the foundations wake up burning shouting out to the dead,

      a loved one wipes water from their foreheads, holds them

      until a fire peters out yet they lay like embers stoking

      each other and sometimes she dreams of his smile.

      You of the racist hearts can never see or feel or understand this poem.

      You who fly the English flag make Britannia a heretic of effigies.

      Go to the good wife who tends to her husband’s grave

      waters the fire of daffodils in bloom, her swelled belly,

      a red flame inside her uterus will be yellow by Winter,

      this is the Grenfell fire you cold-hearted bastards.

    • antonyowen says:

      Hi Elaine. try the link now. It’s because I have a free wordpress site cue capitalism at its finest 🙂

      Lovingly how you exhibited your hatred –
      brown paper for heads a giveaway of white darkness.
      I have read of what people do when they choke from fumes
      in Hiroshima they wrenched a man’s mouth from a bamboo spear
      in Nagasaki a mother resembled an eagle taking off as she shielded her babe.

      You do not re-make Grenfell with black tape and dirty white paper,
      the foundations wake up burning shouting out to the dead,
      a loved one wipes water from their foreheads, holds them
      until a fire peters out yet they lay like embers stoking
      each other and sometimes she dreams of his smile.

      You of the racist hearts can never see or feel or understand this poem.
      You who fly the English flag make Britannia a heretic of effigies.
      Go to the good wife who tends to her husband’s grave
      waters the fire of daffodils in bloom, her swelled belly,
      a red flame inside her uterus will be yellow by Winter,
      this is the Grenfell fire you cold-hearted bastards.

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