Lifesaving poems of summer

As the summer holiday season takes hold, I am posting an old blog post or two from the archive. See … More

Happy James Schuyler Day

To celebrate what I now think of as James Schuyler day, I am reposting June 30, 1974. Happy … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More

Today is Saturday, and as with other Saturdays this Lent I am reposting a favourite blog post from my archive. … More

As promised last week, here is my presentation of the paper I co-wrote with Sue Dymoke in which we argue on … More

from A New Guide 7 Look at this arch. It is part of a building more than seven hundred years old. … More

Aesthetics of Creating Something This doesn’t just happen: It happens to you. Kenneth Koch, from One Train, p.64 ∞ ‘Even … More

She started as a name. There I was, following my nose, minding my own business, trying to ignore all instincts … More

and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were … More

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

Being together so much and talking so much and writing poems and showing them to each other so much … More

Joan Mitchell looks to be the only artist of her generation, man or woman, who produced a big, abstract, painterly … More

As I said recently, I have been moving. Not away, not abroad. But here, within the space that already exists, … More

Now that we might finally be getting one, I found myself wondering recently how many of my Lifesaving Poems choices were about … More

Reading Thomas Lux’s magnificent new Selected Poems reminded me recently that I first heard his poems before I read them. One of … More

I am taking a break from writing brand new blog posts over the summer. Instead of posting new work … More

Now that we have finally had one in the UK, I found myself wondering recently how many of my Lifesaving Poems choices … More

Locus Scolus: The New York School of Poets is a thing of wonder and beauty. Named after a 1914 French novel by Raymond … More

Psalm How leaky are the borders of man-made states! How many clouds float over them scot-free, how much … More

I love watching poets having fun. Think of Don Paterson shooting the breeze with Bill Herbert in the South Bank … More