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broadcast #12
So I took the rule book laying it on what was left of the grass which had not become weeds and moss and chives and then I dragged the lawnmower out of the garage after propping open the door with … Continue reading
broadcast #11
…an extra day…a lot of fuss…an extra day…inbetween the months….a space for a spark….neural path….ellipses have rules………………………………………………………….which can be broken……….(…)……………….even in writing…(dot dot dot)
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Talking to Oscar Wilde #SilentSunday
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Jeanette Winterson on Poetry
In The Guardian’s Review section last Saturday, Jeanette Winterson wrote about the upbringing that made her become a writer. In it she says this: “I had no one to help me, but the TS Eliot helped me. So when people … Continue reading
My Name is Lucy, I am a Bibliophile
A confirmed bookworm, from a very early age I would often have four or five books on the go. I read my mum’s copy of Little Women when I was about seven, and kept re-reading it again and again, along … Continue reading
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“London: City of Surveillance” Iain Sinclair in conversation
“Surveillance abuses the past while fragmenting the present.” 150,000 cameras watch London, at all heights, all angles. “The city is eyes, the city is an organic identity watching itself”, according to Iain Sinclair. Sinclair, psychogeographer, poet and writer is in … Continue reading
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Digging
I haven’t been here for a while. The summer has kept me busy with a multitude of competing priorities, including a lot of digging. Mainly in my vegetable patch at the end of the garden. More recently I have started … Continue reading
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Loose Muse
The first time I read my poetry in public was last November at an open mic night at the Poetry Cafe. Agnes Meadows was reading that night and said she liked my stuff and I should go to the night … Continue reading
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