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The old church in Heptonstall, Yorkshire Rather than leave on such a public footing, I see I'm still live - so I'll consider the day a bit before signing off. I've always felt October 31st to be a highly charged day, not like other days - even nowadays: there is a feeling of things being afoot. In the UK this year this is even the day the clocks have gone back: suddenly the trees are seriously yellow, and more bald than yesterday; the light has flattened out overnight to something hard-edged and intent on - well, on what? The ground,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 31, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Poetry International 2010: Imagining Peace ALAS! No picture of Waterloo Bridge with which to round off this week. But take it from me: earth has not anything to show more fair, not even Westminster Bridge. I can see the London Eye, distantly and when the trees have no leaves, from my kitchen window - and everyone agrees that that is a valuable perk of my flat. In the end, my friend and I were whisked up to the green room to mingle with the poets and drink free literary wine, and when the Southbank Centre finally kicked us all out... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Old Street, October 2010 Just on my way to the Southbank Centre to the second night of this year's Poetry International Festival there. A lovely, sunny autumn day in London when I mostly slept, and have not been out at all yet. When I come back I'll try and post up a picture from Waterloo Bridge, if I can get a decent one. In the meantime, here's a rainy picture from a few weeks ago, and - as an antidote to Wordsworth - some William Dunbar: LONDON thou art of townes A per se. Soveraign of cities, seemliest in sight,... Continue reading
Posted Oct 30, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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"A voice comes to one in the dark. Imagine." I just got back in from an amazing thing. Through a fluke, I was lucky enough to get two very cheap last-minute tickets to see something I was actually fretting about missing (cheapest seatc £25, in the normal run of things). It was this: Michael Gambon in his limited run of Samuel Beckett's wonderful short play Krapp's Last Tape , transferred from the Gate in Dublin to the plushly intimate Duchess Theatre just off the Strand in London. I've been thinking a lot about Beckett for the past year or two.... Continue reading
Posted Oct 28, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Many apologies; I feel like the guest who comes to dinner and then falls asleep in the chair! Someone commented the other day on my posting a post that positioned poetry firmly in the quotidian world. And alas, that is all too firmly where it is. It's fighting for attention at the moment like the smallest jackal at the dried-up old watering hole, and there have been some other consuming matters at hand even aside from work. My day job is all but overwhelming, it's so busy, and last night I taught a class on anapests (left work late; bus... Continue reading
Posted Oct 27, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Yesterday I asked what the shock of this week's spending review would have on UK poetry. Well - I asked something like that. It was a cri de coeur, probably informed by the fact that I have somehow become so over-committed with various work projects that I have given up even trying to write poetry. Having asked that, I then spent much of the day (probably the last sunny weekend day we'll have all year, and certainly the last one before the clocks go back) reading, and prepping a workshop on anapaests. (You want anapaests?! I got anapaests. I know... Continue reading
Posted Oct 25, 2010 at The Best American Poetry
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Photograph by David Secombe, via Esoteric London Hello, Best American Poetry World! I guest-blogged here a couple of years ago and am delighted to be asked back. Last time I spent my week developing a little theme about a particular strain of "formalist" (though we don't really call it that here) poetry in England that emanates, if you trace it back, from the old vaudeville-style (for want of a better comparison) music hall tradition. That was fun, and included some YouTube work, and amusing photos. This time I was thinking about micro-reviews of some UK poets, and I still plan... Continue reading
Posted Oct 24, 2010 at The Best American Poetry