My first reader was a man called Fergus. A friend of a flatmate at university, I never got to … More
Category: Writing
On a failure
Here is a story about a recent failure of mine. It all started with an idea, which I knew, just … More
Sleep, mostly
‘What else are you guilty about?’ ‘Most things,’ I say. ‘It doesn’t stop with poetry, you know. Or those unread … More
Escape to the Chateau
’Anything else?’ the book says. ’What do you mean?’ ’That you want to tell me?’ There is a long silence, … More
The world expert on John Ashbery
‘What else are you not telling me?’ says the book. ‘Nothing,’ I say. The book rolls its eyes, gives a … 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
The New York Times bestseller list
‘What’s wrong?’ says the book. ‘Nothing,’ I say. ‘Liar.’ ‘Am not.’ ‘Are.’ ‘Aren’t.’ ‘Pants on fire. You’re hopeless. You should … More
Losing My Ambition
Towards the end of my treatment for cancer in 2006 I had one of the most profound conversations of … More
UCU Strike Poems 12 – Diving into the Wreck, by Adrienne Rich
Diving into the Wreck First having read the book of myths, and loaded the camera, and checked the edge of … More
UCU Strike Poems 11 -An Horatian Notion, by Thomas Lux
An Horatian Notion The thing gets made, gets built, and you’re the slave who rolls the log beneath the block, … More
UCU Strike Poems 9 – from Cats and a Cock, by Muriel Rukeyser
from Cats and a Cock We walk the streets of the dark city, placards at back light in our heads, … More
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 … 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
End of January notebook
Blind panic when the anthology I am in arrives. The hunt, ever more despairing, for my poem, certain that they … More
Late January notebook
[…] you write because you know them not because you understand them because you don’t you are … More
Mid-January notebook
Barely any bird-life since the gales. A robin’s song this morning, from behind the curtains. And yesterday one tiny blue … More