‘What do you want?’ says the book. ‘Who’s asking?’ I say. ‘Me,’ says the book. ‘I am asking.’ ‘What do … More
Category: Being a Poet
Truly, Madly, Deeply
I am lying on the bed staring at the ceiling, detoxing from the day, as I do. ‘You all right?’ … More
The Year of Living Deeply 6: When One Book Leads to Another Book
I have been writing recently about going deeper, not wider. Listening to music I already possess, reading the books already … More
Tenderness
The book is looking at me from across the room. It is dressed smartly, but not to impress. It looks … More
Letter to a younger poet
Listening to the wonderful array of speakers at the Foyle Young Poets symposium on Monday, I tried to think back … More
A Fergus
My first reader was a man called Fergus. A friend of a flatmate at university, I never got to … More
Kind of ashamed
‘What you reading?’ says the book. ‘Nothing.’ ‘No need to be shy,’ says the book. ‘Go on, what is it?’ … More
Losing My Ambition
Towards the end of my treatment for cancer in 2006 I had one of the most profound conversations of … More
Late February notebook
Aesthetics of Creating Something This doesn’t just happen: It happens to you. Kenneth Koch, from One Train, p.64 ∞ ‘Even … More
February notebook
‘The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to … More
The how of it
I was having a coffee with a new writer friend the other day. Not having known each other for … More
What you read in 2017
Dear Friends Here are the blog posts which you read most often in 2017, according to my WordPress stats: … More
Not a ‘thin’ year for poetry
It was one of those throwaway remarks made by one writer, male, to another, ditto, in one of those books … More
The year of not blogging
There’s a problem with that title, isn’t there? While I have not been completely silent (fifteen blog posts at most? … More
On Not Being Anthony Wilson
On Not Being Anthony Wilson I haven’t always been Anthony Wilson. For a long time I wasn’t even Anthony. … More
What do I know?
One of the more interesting paradoxes of analysing the interviews of professional writers during the Teachers as Writers (TaW) … More
The Next Swim
For a number of reasons –too much grief in my life, too sedentary, too much television, too out … More