I nearly went back on Twitter the other day. Not once, but several times. One of my very lovely relatives … More
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On not tweeting: Open letter to Twitter
And what will I miss? Her cruelty, her unfaithfulness Her fun, her love, her kiss, part company The Go-Betweens, Part … More
and (Dear James)
and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank … More
Open letter to James Schuyler
Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More
The dividend (LentBlog14)
Having left FB a week or two ago and quickly decided before I could persuade myself to do otherwise to … 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
Waving the white flag
‘It’s over,’ I say. ‘You’re always saying that, too,’ the book says. ‘Always ‘tired’, or ‘busy’, or ‘giving up’. People … More
Losing touch
‘I’m tired.’ ‘You’re always saying that.’ ‘But I am.’ ‘Really? Is that what’s really going on?’ ‘I don’t know where … More
All the poets on Twitter
‘I’ve been busy,’ says the book. ‘How?’ I say. ‘Twitter!’ says the book. ‘It’s great fun, you should try it.’ … More
and (Dear James)
and (Dear James) it occurs to me now, just thinking out loud, that in a way Kenneth and Frank actually were … More
Open letter to James Schuyler
Dear James (may I call you James?) Though it’s been a while (at least ten years, maybe more) it feels as … More
Needing to be liked
‘You know what your main problem is,’ the book says. ‘Needing to be liked.’ ‘That’s a good thing, isn’t it?’ … More
Why social media doesn’t create intelligence
Those kind and wonderful people at Change This have just released a new batch of free, downloadable manifestos. These articles … More
Goodbye Facebook, it’s been real (?)
Now for the other life. The one without mistakes. –Lou Lipsitz A year ago I found myself not looking at … More
Pure distraction
In the rift between what is going to happen and whatever we would wish to happen, poetry holds attention for … More
Ignore everyone, absorb everything
During the mad phase, when everything was a tweet or a share or a retweet, one of my favourite discoveries … More
Nothing doing
Sporting occasions are bad. Or the Corbyn result, that was hard. I seem to remember (no one else does) a … More
A few days
The afternoon was drawing to a close when I knew I had hit the wall. On its own terms there … More