Lockdown, at last, is easing in the UK – after over 100 days. So I’m winding up this little series of poetry readings. But if
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One of the many reasons for missing life in central London is Daunt Books. I’ve mentioned it a few times here, including in this post
I’m starting a new occasional blog series with this post, which was stimulated by something I recently read in Daniel Hill’s challenging book White Awake: An
It was simply impossible to keep on the usual trajectory of readings with the horrors on the news. Forget the virus. Forget the Brexit car
The 2020 VE day is the 75th. We can’t witness great spectacles and commemoration events because of the virus. Everything is much more low-key, necessarily.
If you find yourself talking about nature in poetry, it is inevitable before too long that Seamus Heaney (1939-2013) is going to crop up. He
It’s almost as if there’s a contradiction in terms between the glories of the early English spring and this season of Covid19 horror and fear.