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...
On a painting and poetry

On a painting and poetry

Snowy Landscape at Eragny, with an apple tree, by Camille Pissaro, hangs in a Victorian wallpapered gallery in the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge. Seeing it for the first time, I felt like when you open curtains on unsuspected snow. It’s late afternoon or mid...
On Difficult-to-find Books

On Difficult-to-find Books

Brian Patten’s brilliant BBC radio essay on lost poets – and the one whose poems astonished me the most was Rosemary Tonks – made me think of the poets I like who are – not lost – but difficult to get hold of. In fact, getting hold of Rosemary Tonks’ two poetry...
On Difficult-to-find Books

On the voice and poetry

I like the idea of the voice being betwixt and between. Moving from the body out to the world. Of belonging neither to the world of objects (not a bodily thing) nor to that dreadful (dead-full) world of text – where when we read, all we try to do is get what the text...
On Difficult-to-find Books

Masha Zrabl

There’s a feeling when you see a stranger who resembles someone you once knew, of being thrown off kilter, caught between two people, one present before you and the other present only in your memory. I had such an experience in the Sainsbury Centre in Norwich, looking...
Down at the White Horse, Feat. Bob the Barman

New York: A Little Poetry Adventure

I recently undertook a bit of a poetry adventure. It was across the pond, in a place called New York. I heard once that a lot of poetry comes from there and I went to see for myself. And it’s true! The rules and agenda for this adventure were simple: 1) Find a...

Young Poets Feature Update

Apropos nothing really, I awoke the other morning to a disturbing noise – a little bit like a large person wrestling a drunk whale might sound. I was pretty sure it wasn’t me. It couldn’t have been my digestion, for example – that tends a...
On Difficult-to-find Books

On Thomas Bouesset

Among those figures who emerge occasionally from the back of my mind, people like the Twenties’ singer Blind Blake who played ragtime and blues across the southern states before everyone plugged in and moved to Chicago, or the thirteenth-century wandering architect of...
On Difficult-to-find Books

On Bibliographies

There is nothing so tedious and wonderful as a list of books. I once attended an academic conference held at a boarding school run by monks. A strange place, especially out of term, when the monastic round of lauds, compline etc. continued in the mostly empty...