The Sofas, Fogs and Cinemas I have lived it, and lived it, My nervous, luxury civilisation, My sugar-loving nerves … More
Tag: Reading Poetry
Lifesaving Poets: Gerard Benson
I was saddened to hear of the death of Gerard Benson last week. A poet and anthologist, he was probably … More
The bow and the lyre
I followed a lead, nudged by a hunch, and it brought me here. The book is In Their Own Words (edited by … More
The blogs I read (2)
When Ezra Pound claimed that ‘Poetry is news that stays news’ it is likely he was thinking of Katy Evans-Bush’s Baroque … More
The blogs I read (1)
I was asked the other day which poetry blogs I read. Over the next few posts I will be sharing … More
Publish more!
I was at a thing recently. Not my thing, a good thing. Luminosity filled the evening. In the pouring of … More
A review of the book (in the voice of the book)*
The Book of Things, Ilhan Berk (Salt, 2009), trs. George Messo Open me anywhere § Slugs Pilot Hi V5, … More
The best feeling there is
You stick to the routines you have set up, notebook observations, voracious reading, sending the work out to mags, even … More
Sorry
The impetus behind this blog is praise. I hope it comes across. I made a vow that I would use … More
Their age now
Having not succeeded at school, I’ve always thought of poetry as the holidays, rather than term-time. Hugo Williams I went … More
How to submit poems to a poetry magazine
You’re at a reading, to support a friend. It is not going well. Not your friend, who is quietly stealing … More
How to give a poetry reading
The Little Snoring Poetry Group have written to you asking if you would come and read to them some of … More
Lifesaving Poems: Margaret Avison’s ‘Twilight’
Twilight Three minutes ago it was almost dark. Now all the darkness is in the leaves (there are no … More
Don’t clap
I once heard Andrew Motion give a poetry reading at a day-conference for teachers, writers and writers in education. There … More
Bringing each other to perfection
One of the most powerful performances on my old Faber cassette tape of Ted Hughes reading his poems is ‘Bride … More
Spun in drafts
Damp white imprints dog the feet; snowbound trolley, snowbound street. Her tip of glove to lip and cheek, “Goodbye.” Go. … More
No rights in this matter
I have been thinking a lot recently about final lines of poems. I’ve always been fond of Seamus Heaney’s comment about … More
You’ve got to eat
The Day After I made a leek and potato soup the day after, prompted by the look of the peeled … More