Monthly Archives: January 2011
Walk like an Egyptian, Dave…
I just couldn’t help noticing something yesterday, and the more I think about it the more I feel the world needs to be shown what I saw: Cameron, November 2010, re London: “People long in our history have gone to … Continue reading
Filed under politics, the end of the worr-uld
the poetry is the prize
Well: I’d be lying if I didn’t admit the party is part of the prize, too; but the party is as evanescent – if also as shiny – as the bubbles in a glass, while the record of the award … Continue reading
Just another Poetry Digest
Well, STILL no energy to write up the extravaganza that was my last few days. Week, really. Two weeks, even. And alas, even with all the things I’ve been doing, in the meantime we somehow missed the Raisin d’Etre. And … Continue reading
A wee flashmob ootside St Giles
Vicarious living: my totally star friend Andy Philip put this up on YouTube. It’s the flashmob that the equally star Scottish Poetry Library organised in Edinburgh today, celebrating Burns with a wonderfully apposite choice of song – led here by … Continue reading
Filed under poetry
A book at bedtime
The community nature of reading. The deep cultural embeddedness of storytelling. The importance of phonetics. Don’t bend the spine back. And “just because my favourite colour is pink, why do all the flamingoes live in Florida?” Don’t shut libraries. Actually, … Continue reading
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