With blossoms bursting out all over my plum trees and daffodils peeking up through the peastraw, it's time to pimp the Spring Poetry Classes. Two shorter classes this time round. First, a three week Formal Poetry class. We’ll be having a shameless wallow in the points and pleasures of historical forms, such as (but not …
Fire, rain, and Erasmus
This is the sort of day that I love. I have no immediate commitments; it’s cold enough so that I can (and have, and did) justify lighting the fire; rain is plinking away on the roof of the conservatory; and having recently crossed a couple of numerological milestones, I have a lovely, luxurious pile of …
Reading, Writing, and Good Intentions
Well that's Reading for Writing all done for term one. I've had a ball – I hope my students did too. (I guess that will become apparent when I get the signups for the term two classes …) The thing that amazed me was how happy everyone seemed to be to do the close reading …
A Dark Feathered Art 