Monthly Archives: November, 2011
Five sentences with…. Tania Hershman
It’s a big excitement for me today to welcome Tania Hershman here to finish my sentences. And although it’s unlikely, I’m hoping that one reader at least doesn’t know Tania, so I can be the one to introduce you to her stories. They are wonderful. Polished jewels of poetry and thought. Here’s one of my [...]
Fancy trying something different?
I wanted to remind you that I will be running a writing workshop in Central London on 1st December, as part of an evening of other taster workshops, organised by Moving Through Transitions. It’ll be held at the fabulous Artworkers Guild venue in Queen Square, and details are here. If you want to start the [...]
A naked muse for Christmas?
I love the idea of this calendar featuring photographs of naked male poets taken by female photographers, wonderful poems by female poets and, I’m sure, lots of useful inspiration… and the best thing is that the proceeds go to charity.
Economic History and Poetry…
Paul Strong, one of the lecturers in Economic History at the LSE, has made a brilliant video of his students and their views on poetry. And asks an important question – why does it matter? I LOVE this.. Please watch (but fast forward me, the students are the best..)
Five Sentences with – ABEGAIL MORLEY
Today, I’m very happy to bring Abegail Morley onto the blog to finish her five sentences. It’s very hard to know when to stop singing Abegail’s praises! She’s guest poetry editor at The New Writer. Her collection How to Pour Madness into a Teacup (Cinnamon 2009) was shortlisted for the Forward Prize Best First Collection [...]
Why isn’t every day like this one?
Poetry City 2011 – Secrets & Dreams from workers of art on Vimeo.
Unusual fonts….
The lovely Deborah Gibson put this leg hair alphabet up on twitter recently (via @greatdismal). Somehow I feel it deserves a wider airing… especially given that we are moving out of shorts season.
FRIPPERY – A 50 WORD PHOTOSTORY
The millionaire doesn’t want to buy her. Just wants to borrow her. Then he’ll let her go, nearly as she was. She’ll have things to remember him by. Pretty things. Expensive things. And if they’re prettier, last longer and are more expensive than her, well, where’s the harm in that?
ANNOUNCING MY NEW POETRY COLLECTION…
Why does this feel like a confession? I feel a bit bashful about this post, although it makes me happy, and I’ve been wondering why that is. I think it’s because poetry has felt like a refuge for me over the last five years. Not therapy – I get that elsewhere, thank you – but [...]
MAKING YOUR OWN LUCK – a 50 word photostory
The omens have got tougher on him recently. In the past, he’d just salute if he saw one magpie. Now, he has to walk on until he sees a rainbow. Any patch of green and he’s too busy finding the four-leaf clover to look up and see the first star.
