While I have been away, I have been intermittently attempting to perfect my skills in my papermaking. Just a couple of photos of my processes. The wet paper slurry in my deckle (lovingly made by my partner, Guy): The paper sheet couched on a piece of felt: I have been trying to get the paper… [Read more…]
I have been away for a while – sailing around the San Juan islands in Canada, sweltering in the heat of a Toronto summer, setting up a new home (at least, for the moment) on a canal boat in the remarkably warm autumnal setting of London and pottering around writing chapters for books and editing… [Read more…]
I That is no country for old men. The young In one another’s arms, birds in the trees - Those dying generations – at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unageing… [Read more…]
I am the family face; Flesh perishes, I live on, Projecting trait and trace Through time to times anon, And leaping from place to place Over oblivion. The years-heired feature that can In curve and voice and eye Despise the human span Of durance – that is I; The eternal thing in man, That heeds… [Read more…]
In homage to Mother’s Day and my extraordinarily caring Mum, I have a collage of Mother’s Day poems this week for the Tuesday Poem post. I found it so tricky to narrow down the poems I wanted to post (or link), and so, I have posted them all together as a ‘collage’, if you like.… [Read more…]
‘Follow the shape of the Birds of Paradise’ you messaged me from the newly-minted IPhone in the dank muggy courtyard of our brick-and-tile. I could feel the giggle ensconced in those words. What followed was a dissection of stained raspberry hardboiled eggs, festooned with emerald and gold spots, on the sodden grass verge as I… [Read more…]
I have come to translate the silence. I’ve bought paper and pencils and a pair of small ears. I ask you not to disturb me until the task is done. First I will unwrap the ears and place them face up on the floor. You will observe their strangeness these tiny shallows these bridges of… [Read more…]
The wonderful community -Â Tuesday Poem – is celebrating its first birthday, and what a birthday it has been! Our wonderful organisers, curators and fellow poets, Mary McCallum and Claire Beynon orchestrated a cleverly constructed communal poem – a one-line from every Tuesday poet around the world. It is a testament to our dedicated curators and… [Read more…]
Recently, I had the good fortune to assess and discuss a new critical modernist text – Urmila Seshagiri’s Race and the Modernist Imagination, published by Cornell University Press. Seshagiri, who is an Associate Professor of English at the University of Tennessee, is a well-published expert in the two fields that make up this critical text… [Read more…]
In my capacity as Postcolonial literature adviser for Routledge Academic, I have recently been reading, reviewing and writing recommendations on the inclusion of a number of critical books to the ABES website. One of the gems that I have encountered recently is Michelle Keown’s Pacific Islands Writing — part of the Oxford Studies in Postcolonial… [Read more…]
October 4, 2011
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