Essays
That’s where you get your man badge at: Poetry and Fatherhood.
Yogi (Christopher Powell) to Marcus (William Jackson Harper): You can’t just try. You have to just do it. You gotta mould this kid. It’s gonna look like you. It needs to act like you…. Plus, the whole fatherhood shit, that’s where you get your man badge at. This is where you earn it, bro. What…
Luke Palmer
Writing My Sister
My sister died suddenly on 5 April. This blog was going to be about the ways I get myself writing. The analogies I find helpful. Tech, for example: harder to reboot, better to keep it going all the time, in any way you can. Remind yourself you are writing a lot of the time. Remind…
Elizabeth Parker
The Long Read: Reflections on a Poetry in Aldeburgh Residency
In Autumn 2016 we advertised for applications for Poet in Residence at the inaugural Poetry in Aldeburgh Festival. Ben Rogers was subsequently put into position and undertook a month full of research, interviews, writing prompts and poems. We asked him to provide his reflections on this mammoth task in the hope it might prove useful to…
BenRogers
How I Did It – Michael Marks Edition: Polly Clark ‘Tiger, Tiger’
‘Tiger, Tiger’ from my pamphlet A Handbook for the Afterlife is my longest and perhaps most ambitious poem, abandoning the strict notions I held of what a poem is or can be. For a long time it was in my head rather than on the page as a draft because the idea of it –…
Polly Clark
How I Did It: Michael Marks Edition: Fiona Moore ‘Sleep Sonnet’
SLEEP SONNET I last touched the world of sleep at midday when sun shone through and through a train and the woman opposite was painting her nails an ocean of deep red stations trailed unreal names jolted words away from language upholstered in grey/blue now through night without corridors or sleep or stars my mind…
Fiona Moore
How I Did It – Michael Marks Edition – ‘Anne Whittle (alias Chattox)’
“Wigged w/ cirrus”, “I shall be in a woman’s likeness…” and “LISTEN”: these are among the first notes I put toward the Malkin sequence, scribbling with sudden enthusiasm on a train from Lancaster to Cambridge back in June 2014 (the muses, as has been well-documented, often take the train). The Pendle Witches had fascinated me…
Camille Ralphs
“We-Poetics” – How I Did It: ‘Body Logic’
Because first of all, it’s not just I. Even in poetry, even the lonely writing on a lined pad or keypad. Even that has its communal moments. No one does anything on one’s own. And that goes for writing, too. When I read a book of poems that move me, I know I am moved…
Tiphanie Yanique
Anti-Poetry for today: Melissa Lee-Houghton looks to reinvent Dada
This is a course for people who want to do something new and respond to the world around them by writing poems which engage with the fizzing energy and anarchic vibe of Dada whilst exploring contemporary art, film and writing and assimilating the current political climate. So what will poets be doing on this course?…
Melissa Lee-Houghton
A Tale from the World City: David Tait
“Leaving there and proceeding for three days toward the east, you will reach Diomira, a city with sixty silver domes, bronze statues of all the gods, streets paved with lead, a crystal theatre, a golden cock that crows each morning on a tower. All these beauties will already be familiar to the visitor, who has…
David Tait
How I Did It: Poem in Which…
In darker periods, I spend far too many hours Wikipedia-hopping: clicking from link to link and half-learning all sorts of extraordinary things. I find Wikipedia a real horde of things to write about and poems to find. My favourite articles are the list pages, and the best of these (and a good portal to further…
Harry Josephine Giles
How I Did It: ‘Interlude’
This poem was the first poem I tried to write after a period of about three years during which I didn’t write at all. During this time, I was making some significant discoveries about my family, my mother and myself, unpicking the deep legacies of intergenerational trauma. One day, after work, I took myself to…
Ruby Robinson
How I Did It: ‘The Survivors’
I began the poems in Disko Bay during a midwinter residency at Upernavik Museum in Greenland. My brief was to write about the history of the island and its present-day community but I hoped to record some observations on the wider Arctic environment too. However, the weather conditions were so extreme I couldn’t walk much…
Nancy Campbell
How I Did It: ‘Upstairs’
‘Upstairs’ is the pivotal poem in my collection Distance. Six years ago, illness forced my mother to live, sleep and eat in the downstairs part of the house. This was the inspiration for ‘Upstairs’. My original intention was to highlight how, in old age, we slowly lose the world we created. But to write it…
Ron Carey
This is my story not yours.
I love reading out poems – and this poem loves to be read out loud. But I hate showing unfinished poems. It feels like being partially dressed – and not in a good way. This poem is still under edit. But I wanted to post it as an introduction to this week’s topic: This is…
Clare Shaw
I do not believe in silence.
I’m guessing the fact that you’re here online means that you don’t just enjoy reading poetry – you also like to read about it. Me too. In fact, sometimes I enjoy it even more than poetry itself. The Life of Poetry by Muriel Rukeyser is a case in point. I first read this book on…
Clare ShawWriters and Narcissism
I think writers are the most narcissistic people. Well, I mustn’t say this, I like many of them, a great many of my friends are writers. – Sylvia Plath Poetry as Self-Love Are writers narcissists? Narcissists don’t really depend on anyone apart from themselves, they have an idealised self-sufficiency, beneath that an anger and…
Janette AyachiTwenty-first Century Craft
Sing, clear-voiced Muse, of Hephaestus famed for inventions. With bright-eyed Athena he taught men glorious crafts throughout the world, – men who before used to dwell in caves in the mountains like wild beasts. But now that they have learned crafts through Hephaestus the famed worker, easily they live a peaceful life in their…
Lavinia Singer
Literature is intoxicating, poetry in particular
Writing is an addiction; the process leaks endorphins and writer’s block can cause terrible withdrawal symptoms. When writers date writers it is like dating your dealer, you are always in close proximity to your next fix. Communication becomes transportation, we go on ‘a trip’ lining up words for inhalation: the climaxes and comedowns, mania and…
Janette AyachiTangled Up In Green: Literary Lovers and Their Temperaments
“Jealousy is a useless emotion” Kirsten Norrie MacGillivray, poet and musician But is it? Has jealousy not inspired great tortured literature, a cult of memorable love songs, riotous movements and aesthetic masterpieces? Is it not as useful as a knife – a weapon that has cut through crimes of passion bleeding through the sheets…
Janette Ayachi
Love Letters as Poetry
‘That I love you, and that when I awake in the morning I use my intelligence to discover more ways of appreciating you.’ Anais Nin to Henry Miller, A Literate Passion: 1952-1963. Love is the greatest of all emotions, a passion more meaningful than any other, and the most valuable human experience in our lifetimes….
Janette AyachiProse Poets: Of Nonplussing
Of Nonplussing – A Game of (Table) Tennis with Robert Frost and W.S. Graham Here is the table. A simple wooden table, used for writing and the occasional game of desktop table tennis, held up by trestles. Before the poets pick up their bats, I’ll rest my page on it. Here is the…
Rachael Boast
How I Did It: ‘protest of the physical’
The long poem which makes up the centre of physical took about two years to write and then another three to sculpt into the version that exists in this collection. Around 2010 three things happened; I graduated from undergraduate study, I found out I’d got a grant to go on a free Arvon course and,…
Andrew McMillanHow I Did It: ‘the Interrupters’
the Interrupters no two can meet the way we have met WS Graham a foyet like the day of the dead for it is full with missing children this is how violence starts, first the perception of a slight of an insult within the context of a culture that has taught the imperative that you…
sjfowlerHow I Did It: ‘The Ballad of the Small-Boned Daughter’
Shafilea Ahmed died in September 2003 aged 17. She was a British Pakistani girl from Warrington, Cheshire. She was a beautiful and spirited girl who was murdered in a so called ‘honour killing’ by her parents. Like so many others I watched the long gruesome trial in 2012 when her parents were finally convicted of…
Mona ArshiHow I Did It: ‘Mort-Dieu’
It’s tempting to look at the title poem of An Aviary of Small Birds, as it not only expresses a literary influence (in particular, the poem references a mythical bird the Octobrine as coined by Pablo Neruda) but also encapsulates the high note I was reaching for, as a lyric and an elegy. However, the…
Karen McCarthy Woolf