Read a poem not as you would prose, or even in a prosaic state of mind. Instead, you need to cast your mind to one side, to read each sequence of words as if they were an object. Before you is no mere description; every word is a stone, a solid lump of the edifice...
Thanks for the comments on the last blog – it makes me feel wanted! I guess it’s easy to sit here and imagine the emptiness of cyberspace all around. What was that line from Yeats -‘The wandering earth herself may beOnly a sudden flaming word,In...
Went to an open mike poetry gig at the Lounge Cafe in BSE last night. Strong coffee was needed to get me off the ground after a series of late nights and early mornings. The poetry was interesting and varied enough to keep me there until the end. Read a few poems from...
Played five-a-side yesterday, scored a couple, didn’t have a heart attack – job done. Today spent some time on poetry, revising, typing up. The hours go and the light fades, now is the time to think of quieter things… QUIETER! You can’t get...
