A New Start: Going Deeper with Duende and the Simple Things

South Coast

Dear Dot,

Re: Mushroom Time

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A new start: going deeper with duende and the simpler things. I’m sitting in the public library down the road from the shop where my dissertation’s being printed, and in a couple of hours I’ll pick it up and hand it in. It’s really crunch time now, poetry-wise. This has been a bit of an off year, because it’s taken so much to adjust to my new life outside undergraduate and to get my MA done that I haven’t had anything left for writing. The last couple of months of my dissertation, I basically didn’t write or read a word of poetry, and it’s got to the point where getting back into writing will be like a new plunge, rather than just slipping in deeper. It’s intimidating; but I have to take that plunge now, and not let my off-year drag on until being a poet fades into a far-off undergraduate dream-life.

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Mushroom Time!

Coventry

Dear Dot,

Re: Restarting my Writing Life

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It’s nearly mushrooming time (:/,) which reminds me of referencing; over the past few days, doing that has also  led me to peruse “creativity” in a different light. Yesterday, I spent the whole day doing some, in order to write up my summer research project. I am citing in a different style to what I’m “used” to (not MLA, but Harvard – my first love), and have put the task the other way round to what one might expect in the  activity of the writing up process. All has put a new slant on the matter of creativity, anyway.

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The Quest for the Holy…

Coventry

Dear Dot,

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Re: Slow-Growing Poetry and Social Engagement

 

Thank you for introducing me to this new source of  fun and high-jinks for writers (The Campus). I found your questioning so inspiring that I created a pictorial response, to your question (to Dot), “but is not all poetry about our experiences in the world?” I have called it “the quest for the Holy Poetry”, and I hope you like it…

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Slow-Growing Poetry and Social Engagement

London

Dear Dot,

Re:From between a Rock and a Hard Place

Coventry..

I’m getting more and more interested in this whole issue of poetic engagement that we’ve been talking about so much in various guises recently. My discussion of projects that broaden the poet’s ‘workplace’ from their immediate environment to the world, and your experience of the poetic community’s behavioural codes as forces encouraging poets to explore one another’s work, both stem from a feeling that our work should be outward-looking and interactive.

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Poetry and Spaces

Coventry

Dear Dot,

Re:EAT SLEEP RAVE REPEAT: Coping with a Glasto come down

Coventry..

This post was inspired by a visit a couple of weeks ago to the exhibition of Matisse cut-outs currently on at the Tate Modern. The cut-out period of Matisse’s art coincided with his late sixties, when his health deteriorated and painting became difficult – but the exhibition guides were very keen to stress that we shouldn’t see his work with painted paper, scissors, glue and pins as just a substitute for his ‘real’ art form. And one of the things that most brought home to me what a vibrant medium Matisse had discovered was the way his cut-outs inhabited his workspace. One room of the exhibition was devoted to designs Matisse had made on the walls of his bedroom.

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EAT SLEEP RAVE REPEAT– Coping with the Glasto come down with the help of Poetry

Coventry

Dear Dot,

Re: Review David Greaves “Cicarda”

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It is a chance to feel whole in a world which might have us chasing around like so many ants…Eat, sleep, rave, repeat, not just a vibration in space in the shadow of the Tor (thanks to Fat Boy Slim). Glasto, more than the sum of its parts, but how do it’ anthems translate shake themselves onto the page?

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Review: David Greaves’ ‘Cicada’

London

Dear Dot,

Re: Getting into a Wordy Groove

Coventry..

This week I wanted to share with you a poem that landed in my phone’s inbox a couple of months ago. I’m signed up to Poetry SMS, a joyous little service set up by Sheffield-born poet Andy Cook. Andy generously uses his monthly backlog of free texts to send subscribers (at no cost!!) regular poetry surprises; one Wednesday at the end of May, his offering was ‘Cicada’, by David Greaves.

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