The Year of Living Deeply 29: Specs

  At a guess I’ve been wearing them somewhere around the last ten years. Not having inherited my father’s genius … More

Who is your go-to poet?

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

The Year of Living Deepy 2: Re-reading Tomas Tranströmer

Below Zero We are at a party that doesn’t love us. At last the party lets its mask drop and … More

The Half-Finished Heaven, by Tomas Tranströmer

The Half-Finished Heaven   Despondency breaks off its course. Anguish breaks off its course. The vulture breaks off its flight. … More

Tracks, by Tomas Tranströmer

Tracks   2 am: moonlight. The train has stopped out in the middle of the plain. Far away, points of … More

Go-to poet?

I’ve been thinking a lot recently about the ‘poets I go back to’ idea, that I first came across in … More

From the archives: Should I have heard of you?

‘We are at a party that doesn’t love us’ – Tomas Tranströmer   We are at a thing. Not a … More

Alone, by Tomas Tranströmer

Alone I One evening in February I came near to dying here. The car skidded sideways on the ice, out … More

The point is the silence

  ‘I’ve stopped listening to the radio!’ ‘What, completely?’ the book says. ‘Not completely, I’m not an idiot,’ I say. … More