The Year of Living Deeply 3: Mark Strand’s Weather of Words

When I first read and began thinking about The Year of Living Deeply one of my instant reactions concerned the impact … More

In Praise of Rupert

Rupert Loydell is shouting at the countryside. I have got up at sparrow-fart to drive him to the Blandford … More

Recently I have featured prose writing by various writers, reshaping them in the form of found poems. Annie Dillard on … More

If every head of state and every government official spent an hour a day reading poetry we’d live in … More

Sometimes poems aren’t literal representations of anything. Sometimes a poem just exists as something else in the universe that you … More

Recently I have been reading the exquisite prose of Janna Malamud Smith, in her book-length meditation on creativity: An Absorbing Errand: … More

I am sad because the great American poet Mark Strand has died. Among the tributes to him in the last … More

I have been thinking a lot recently about the career trajectory of poets, including my own, whose work briefly becomes visible … More

What It’s Like To Be Aliveafter Django BatesI remember the nights, and the sounds of the nights,and the moon and … More

A MorningI have carried it with me each day: that morning I tookmy uncle’s boat from the brown water coveand … More

I was struck by a remark of Seamus Heaney in an interview he gave some years ago now. He was … More