Following the thoroughly enjoyable part 1 of the Red Door Poets readings last Sunday, the link is now available to get a (free) ticket for part 2, on Sunday 11 April, at 6pm (British Summer Time), which will feature Beatríz Echeverri, Gillie Robic and me, plus our three guest readers.
Readers of this ’ere blog may remember that I am a member of the Red Door Poets, a collective of nine poets who, in normal times, meet fortnightly behind the red door of one of the nine, Mary Mulholland, for poem workshopping and chewing of the poetic fat. In Lockdown, meetings have mutated into weekly… Continue reading Red Door Poets
Three more of my OPOI reviews have been published on Sphinx, of excellent pamphlets by: Steve Ely, Daniel Fraser and Cliff Yates.
I’ve long admired the Words for the Wild website, not just for the writing it features but also how stylishly it does so. I’m very happy, then, to have a poem of mine, ‘Swallowing the Toad’ (which, before you start sniggering, isn’t a euphemism) from The Evening Entertainment, on there as part of the Gilbert… Continue reading Words for The Wild
Nowadays, the words ‘great’ and ‘greatest’ are bandied around with egregious abandon, but a strong claim can be made for averring that Edward Burra (1905–1976) was the greatest British painter of the Twentieth Century. Certainly he was, as Jonathan Meades described him in a Radio 4 Great Lives programme, “the greatest watercolourist imaginable”.In a career… Continue reading On Edward Burra
around the headstoneof one who died at twenty:wind-puffed primrosesThis haiku of mine, published in Presence 56, resulted from a trip a couple of late-Februarys ago to Sheepleas, a nature reserve maintained by Surrey Wildlife Trust between West Horsley and East Horsley. The easiest access to Sheepleas is via the track beside St Mary’s church, the… Continue reading Sheepleas
Not for the first time I found myself the other day nodding with recognition at a post by Matthew Stewart on his ever-readable blog Rogue Strands. One important aspect of his ruminations is that he asks questions about poetry today, but he doesn’t purport to have all the answers – and let’s face it, who… Continue reading The information
I’m very pleased to have a poem as part of the latest issue of the excellent One Hand Clapping journal, and in some august company too. Given the pay-off of my poem, it seems very appropriate that this is where the poem should have found its home.
At Christmas 2019, I, and then Lyn, had a hideous virus the symptoms of which were exactly the same as the classic symptoms of Covid-19, including loss of taste and smell. Whether or not we, like many others who seem to have had Covid symptoms a couple of months before it was supposedly first detected… Continue reading On coincidence
Work’s been madly busy, so I’ve had little time for reading, but what I have read, usually at bedtime, has been tremendous. First, I worked my way through Arnold Bennett’s Journals, covering the years from 1896, shortly after his 29th birthday, to September 1929, two years before his premature death. They give periodic insights into his theory… Continue reading January Reading