‘What will you miss most?’ the book says. ‘About what?’ I say. ‘Me,’ says the book. ‘I didn’t know you … More
Tag: Life Lessons
Some found poems
Recently I have featured prose writing by various writers, reshaping them in the form of found poems. Annie Dillard on … More
What drives you?
‘What drives you?’ ‘I’ve only just woken up!’ I say to the book. ‘Don’t care. It’s morning. Work to be … More
The book is fifty blog posts old
The adventures of the book have now clocked up fifty blog posts. Here is a list of all of them, … More
What a waste
‘I don’t know if I can do this any more.’ ‘Do what?’ the book says. ‘This.’ ‘Sit around waiting for … More
Addicted to the news
‘Listening to the cricket again?’ says the book. ‘I think I’ll join you.’ ‘What do you mean, ‘again’?’ I say. … More
Hugo Williams
In the summer of 1986, when he was poetry editor of New Statesman and not long after Writing Home had … More
The next book
‘That thing you mentioned the other day,’ the book says. ‘Is it true?’ ‘What thing?’ I say. ‘About there being … More
The ambition thing
‘How have you been?’ says the book. ‘Fine,’ I say. ‘You?’ ‘Tired,’ says the book. ‘I’m tired.’ ‘Me too,’ I … More
My stammer
I do not stammer, but some of my earliest memories of speaking at school (‘What are eight sevens, Wilson?’) are … More
Lifesaving Poems: Isaac Rosenberg’s ‘August 1914’
August 1914 What in our lives is burnt In the fire of this? The heart’s dear granary? The much we … More
Separate people?
Jack Palance: Do you know what the secret of life is? Billy Crystal: No, what? Jack Palance: This [he … More
On silence, by Jorie Graham
I think I am probably in love with silence, that other world. And that I write, in some way, to … More
My stats
This isn’t about numbers, but my relationship with them. It isn’t about giving you a figure. (By the time you … More
On not having cancer
On certain afternoons I am certain it has come back. A twinge in my right side, where the pain … More
Lost poem
I had begun the poem after work one day, on a pad of work-related notes. Get in, get out, I … More
Pencil
I am returning to the pencil. The premise of which remark signifies consciousness that at some point I left the … More
Bookmark
Made of orange card, it’s an outline of my son’s hand. Comprising two sections, one his tiny, spread fingers, … More