from Cats and a Cock We walk the streets of the dark city, placards at back light in our heads,…
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USS Strike: A list of blog posts and resources
One of the most inspiring things about being involved in the UCU USS pensions strike has been the outpouring of…
UCU Strike Poems 8 – Five Minutes Of Work 4.23.2009, by Margaret Alice
Five Minutes Of Work 4.23.2009 Attending the PMDS workshop today a 46-page page performance document to be discussed in…
UCU Strike Notebook 2
Monday: people are starting to recognise each other on my picket line. They exchange news of how the strike is…
UCU Strike Poems 7 -Try to Praise the Mutilated World, by Adam Zagajewski
Try to Praise the Mutilated World Try to praise the mutilated world. Remember June’s long days, and wild strawberries, drops…
UCU Strike Poems 6 – The Way Things Work, by Jorie Graham
The Way Things Work is by admitting or opening away. This is the simplest form of current: Blue moving…
UCU Strike Poems 5 – Day of Song, Day of Silence, by Ada Limón
Day of Song, Day of Silence The strange crying sounds of the peacocks on the private school grounds…
UCU Strike Poems 4 -Things I Learned at University, by Kate Bingham
Things I Learned at University How to bike on cobblestones and where to signal right. How to walk through doors…
UCU Strike Notebook
A passerby comes up to my group and hands us a brown paper bag. ‘It’s full of flat whites,’ she…
UCU Strike Poems 3 – Calling Him Back from Layoff, by Bob Hicok
Calling Him Back from Layoff I called a man today. After he said hello and I said hello came a…
UCU Strike Poems 2 – Invisible Work, by Alison Luterman
Invisible Work Because no one could ever praise me enough, because I don’t mean these poems only but the unseen…
UCU Strike Poems 1 – What Work Is, by Philip Levine
What Work Is We stand in the rain in a long line waiting at Ford Highland Park. For work. You…
Late February notebook
Aesthetics of Creating Something This doesn’t just happen: It happens to you. Kenneth Koch, from One Train, p.64 ∞ ‘Even…
On Being Chipper
There were just a few of us in the room, gathered round a table. I had been invited to…
February notebook
‘The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to…
The how of it
I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for…
End of January notebook
Blind panic when the anthology I am in arrives. The hunt, ever more despairing, for my poem, certain that they…
Late January notebook
[…] you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are…