A poem can be improved by a mistake: W.H.Auden and Sheenagh Pugh.
The blog posts from the poet, Helen Mort, which I follow, are always a pleasure to read. Her final post … More
When I was seven, my father took my brother and I out onto the street outside our house to see … More
For all the small spliters of optimism from the Paris COP-21 talks (and symbols and rhetoric do matter), the whole … More
A few weeks ago, a chore landed on my desk. It had started somewhere near the top of the company, … More
The phrase in the guidebook, and the sudden change to the bleaker limestone landscape, reminded me of Auden’s early poems, strongly inflluenced by the former lead-mining area he would walk in in the Pennines.
I’m indebted to my colleague Walker Smith for pointing me to this New Yorker article by Brad Leithauser article on … More
I know: you wait for ages for blog posts mentioning Poems on the Underground, and then two come along more … More
I went to see the David Murray Big Band and the Jay Phelps Quartet on the last night of the … More
It’s impossible to be in St Petersburg for any length of time, as I was recently on holiday, without engaging … More