Hard to believe the year is nearly over. Feels much longer. And much shorter. So much has happened. So much lost. We did the Cathedral walkway last weekend – a friend who has already done it commented tat it was a bit like being told someone had died and then being shown the bed they’d …
Blown away by Logue’s War Music
I started this post back in April, but life (and “Fare”) got in the way and I didn't get it finished. But today I discovered that Christopher Logue died recently, and so the great project that triggered this post originally will never be completed. The book that triggered the post was Christopher Logue's amazing War …
Poem – Trumbull Stickney “Sir, say no more”
Sir, say no more. Within me ’tis as if The green and climbing eyesight of a cat Crawled near my mind’s poor birds. – Trumbull Stickney (1874 – 1904) I love good metaphor poems. I remember reading this many years ago, and a garbled version of it has stuck in my head ever since …
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Poetry Workshops for Summer 2012
After a certain amount of deliberation (ok, not that much), I’m offering two poetry workshops for the Summer – a Billy Collins Weekend, and a Poetic Endings Masterclass. The Billy Collins Weekend – Saturday 21st & Sunday 22nd January – will be a Reading for Writing class, where we’ll look exclusively at Billy Collins poems. …
Poem – John Keats, “On First Looking into Chapman’s Homer”
Much have I travell’d in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow’d Homer ruled as his demesne; Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till …
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A Dark Feathered Art 