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Paying attention

Readers of this blog will know I have been thinking a lot about stationery recently. (Actually, that is something of…

The stationery thing again

  My blog post yesterday about the stationery thing provoked more responses than I ever imagined it would. Among the…

The stationery thing

At the start of each academic year, usually when I have known them for a week or so, I make…

The real test of a poem

I was very saddened to learn recently of the death of Michael Baldwin, the novelist, poet, writing tutor and former…

Lifesaving Poems: Margaret Avison’s ‘Twilight’

Twilight   Three minutes ago it was almost dark. Now all the darkness is in the leaves (there are no…

Don’t clap

I once heard Andrew Motion give a poetry reading at a day-conference for teachers, writers and writers in education. There…

Don Paterson’s ‘Oh God’ moment

The most immediate and forthright analysis of a poem I have seen at any poetry workshop occurred as I passed…

Get out of the house while you can

Dear Ant So you’ve had your first chemotherapy treatment. That first night, when you came home and carried the sick…

Bringing each other to perfection

One of the most powerful performances on my old Faber cassette tape of Ted Hughes reading his poems is ‘Bride…

Spun in drafts

Damp white imprints dog the feet; snowbound trolley, snowbound street. Her tip of glove to lip and cheek, “Goodbye.” Go.…

All you have is now

  Dear Ant Isn’t it strange, how quickly you notice your passing from one world into the next? One minute…

Teachers’ views of creativity in poetry writing

The third Writing Research Across Borders conference takes place this week in Paris. I will be presenting a poster of…

Walking into the light

  We walked into the brunt light, towards the hospital. The air was dry, February-cold. Traffic was going about its…

No rights in this matter

I have been thinking a lot recently about final lines of poems. I’ve always been fond of Seamus Heaney’s comment about…

You’ve got to eat

The Day After I made a leek and potato soup the day after, prompted by the look of the peeled…