Swift Turbulent Sketches

I have a postcard of this painting on my desk. Its dramatic use of the medium (oils) appeals to me: stormy but with turbulent light pushing and pulsing.  John Constable painted 'Rainstorm Over the Sea' between 1824-1828 from swift sketches he did on Brighton beach.  I like to think of the artist resting his sketchpad … Continue reading Swift Turbulent Sketches

Re-entry -after the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival

It's hard returning to earth when you have been roaming around in a different universe, hopping on and off stars and planets, having conversations you wouldn't have anywhere else, hearing voices that lift you off your feet and send you spinning. That would be you, Tony Hoagland, Kim Addonizio, Choman Hardy, among others. Yes, I'm … Continue reading Re-entry -after the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival

Direct and True

I was out walking just now listening to this podcast where Jackie Kay talks about Edwin Morgan and reads some of his poems.http://www.theguardian.com/books/audio/2013/mar/01/poetry-jackie-kay-edwin-morgan-podcast I'm a fan of Morgan and was interested to hear that some of his most passionate, urgent poems-for instance, those to lovers-were written when he was in his eighties. Jackie Kay reads … Continue reading Direct and True

Personal Eclipse

I love the way that today we shucked off routine and went outside to look at the sky. At De Montfort University, staff, students, passers-by stood looking through 'free with the Leicester Mercury' goggles, through 'phone cameras, through pinholes in card, through colanders ( thank you Brian Cox), and, for the students whose Law lecturer … Continue reading Personal Eclipse

The Art of Recklessness

It's been a strange sad few weeks. I'm about to re-enter so called 'normal' life but nothing's normal. I've re-evaluated many things. I can't tell you EXACTLY how, but I can tell you that I am even less tolerant now of the irrelevant, the petty, the boring, the inconsequential, the energy-sapping, the ego-driven, in all … Continue reading The Art of Recklessness

Drying Her Prayers

My amazing mum, Mildred, passed away on Thursday evening. I am so sad, and, in the midst of all the necessary bureaucratic acts, have been reflecting on my memories of her. She was my inspiration, an ex-State-Registered Nurse,then a Nursing Sister, bright, and even in her nineties, had a memory that put mine to shame. … Continue reading Drying Her Prayers

A Throw of the Dice-and it’s still January

It's the time of the year, isn't it, when January seems an endless tunnel -wind, rain tunnel - of grey. We are not yet quite mid-way through and I find myself yearning for spring, just the early promise of it when the air begins to soften and you can smell the earth breathing-yes, I think … Continue reading A Throw of the Dice-and it’s still January

Happy New Year and the resolutions are…

Happy New Year! I wish everyone a creative and safe 2015 and that your resolutions are full of, well, resolve. Mine on here are all poetry-based and the first is to write more posts on here. My blog statistics for 2014 tell me that I wrote one post all year! One post. I couldn't quite … Continue reading Happy New Year and the resolutions are…