On ‘Station to Station’

On ‘Station to Station’

On ‘Station to Station’ Station to Station is my favourite David Bowie album, and it seemed the natural starting point when I was asked to write a poem about the Dame. Its immediate successor, Low, is the better, more important record but Station to Station has this...
On ‘Lady Stardust’

On ‘Lady Stardust’

When commissioning pieces for the original Bowieoke event, I decided to give the other poets their pick of Bowie albums to write on, and to choose my own from among those left. It came as a welcome surprise that 1972’s The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the...
TO DAVID FOSTER WALLACE  by Ben Wilkinson

TO DAVID FOSTER WALLACE by Ben Wilkinson

[See end of post for image credit] To David Foster Wallace   by Ben Wilkinson Since I was old enough to know myself I’ve been trying to figure it out – the constant gnawing sense of having had and lost some infinite thing, like half the time I’d chuck it all in; throw...
FIGHT SONG  by Paula Bohince

FIGHT SONG by Paula Bohince

FIGHT SONG  by Paula Bohince August 2014 A crisis on a monitor, and there’s this football field, white chalk formalizing grass, a spongy black track where I walk off my no-baby weight. A deadline has passed, so a journalist will leave this world violently as I go...

Libretto – Joanna Guthrie

You may like to treat yourself to a quick look at this, from the Waveney and Blyth Arts website: “This is Waveney & Blyth Arts first commission to create new work that conjures up the spirit of these unique river valleys. Having successfully raised money...

The darkest evening of the year

The nights draw in again and the winter equinox gets buried beneath the white noise of Argos adverts, flashing santa’s (in both senses), and the warblings of X-Factor winners dribbling out the radio like turkey-gravy down the chin of an elderly relative. The equinox...

Aldeburgh 2011

A weekend full of poems, poems on shop windows, in the free Poetry Paper, poems read and discussed by voices from all over the world.  Voices presided over this year, it seemed, by Philip Larkin, probably polishing his glasses and adjusting his bicycle clips in...