An appreciation of the Performance of More Blacks, More Dogs, More Irish at Alphabetti Theatre, Newcastle upon Tyne, 16th November 2022
An appreciation of Stairwall – The Things We find by Dance Artist Esther Huss, North Shields 6th November 2022.
appreciation of the one person show Out-Out! by Joana Geronimo in world premiere production at alphabetti theatre, Newcastle upon Tyne, 19 October 2022
An appreciation of Sugar Baby by Alan Harris, performed at Alphabetti Theatre, Newcastle upon Tyne 27th September 2022.
My essay, Into Summer with Emily Dickinson, has been published with Disability Arts Online – a reflection on Emily Dickinson and reading her during Lockdown One here in the UK in 2020. You can find it here:
an experience judged as abnormal when as a poet friend reflected to me it may not be so unusual at all . . .
a short appreciation of the wonderful film
short appreciation of Agnes Varda’s wonderful film ‘Cleo de 5 a 7’
When I tidied up this website to become a way for people to learn about my poems I decided to take a turn at blogging. I think it’s been a good thing for me. But in doing so I was keen to avoid working too hard at it to make it too smooth, to seem too pushy in a way. My ‘about’ page links this to Wabi Sabi. Maybe. Or maybe really that is a way of saying it after the fact . . .
read on here
cross post to my Blog entry at DAO on my process with two poems already published on this blog
thoughts right now
it’s coming up towards 2 years since I started blogging i commented today on ‘observations’ (original post) being my most liked post, with 19 i think i’ve not fretted too much over numbers, its just been a nice thing to do — and has led to me writing more (a good thing) i did some…
I was going back through my last year of posts and got to this:
I still agree, and may have been taking for granted, but it seems obvious, but important to add – maybe this is where ‘all the best words in the best order’ come back in, in that that is the best possible path to the revelation, if we listen to what we hear very very carefully, which may sometimes mean sitting with it and distilling very carefully, which can be a bit scary when faced with the enormity you want to catch and maybe only comes with a bit of digestion, recollected in tranquility. Maybe that and the immediate revelation are two different poetrys. Maybe this is how to move a bit between the two — and maybe some personal circumstances render that more doable now, for now. Knowing to its best.
A. H / K. H-H (7th February 2020)
Lapidus International have kindly posted my brief review of this wonderful film about poets and getting lost in the world (much more could be said, but best is to just watch it). I’m grateful to them (especially Francesca Baker and Richard Axtell).
Lapidus International blog – The Kindergarten Teacher (2018), film review
toni (31st January 2020)
There was a famous observation I read somewhere (through a third person’s writing) that a poet is more like the captain in a painting of a ship than the actual captain of the ship. I’ve not found it in a quick google search, it may have been Emerson, I remember it as an American nineteenth century writer but can’t even remember where I read this now in recent years. But it may have been a painter or a philosopher as I think now that the comparison may have been to philosophers as sea captains, doing the bigger real task and the poet being in their small part in the painting.
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let us consider then what may best be said: (16th January 2020)
it is a false power that requires the destruction or inhibition of your power?
but that is the reality of power
and some may inhibit themselves when they see it
perhaps this explains free will – and I’d have to think and study if it relates at all to Old Nick and his hell
is it that we are allowed hell, in this sense, as removed from the divine, if we insist – we certainly do seem to insist a lot
I’ve posted several poems recently – an intense few posts in the tradition of how I’ve been posting, very fresh and new and a bit raw. I’ve talked about that before and sharing process. There remains a sense for me that that may mean I’m posting half formed things, honest to process, but not always my best poems.
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i was thinking about Killing Eve – and wondering about kindness in it, its often not there yet in a way its central in its absence
her old boss, of the Berlin nightclub scene, there was kindness there (not in that scene), and as something they (Eve and he) could play against at times
you know all that ‘poetry is all the right words, just the right words, in the right order’ stuff well, who would argue with that? but, i was thinking – partly as i’ve been reading Rumi, and partly from my own, very occasional experience — and hey, maybe this defines my limits thus far as…
In ten days It will be a year since I started posting regularly and more seriously here. I’ve surprised myself, over one hundred and twenty posts – many poems written just to be posted, not all of them though and fewer recently due to work demands. Its been a great stimulus and to connect to…
Review, reaction, appreciation of the British Tv Series about a transgender child.
<a href="https://ablindcatchinthesun.wordpress.com/2019/03/09/butterfly”> Read it here
do we create ourselves a problem if we make the lyrical problematic? even if doing so reflects what’s already problematic? like denying yourself a good hot bath? or even, perhaps, a dream of paradise?
Disability Arts Online have been kind enough to publish my article, What Attracts me to Poetry, which was originally suggested by the late Denis Joe O’Driscoll for his own website. The essay includes a handful of previously unpublished poems or unpublished online. My thanks to DAO and Colin Hambrook for this and as the article…
First, thank you to all my visitors, likers, commenters and followers. I’ve not said much of myself really, but connecting here in the last six months has been a helpful thing for me. I rejigged these pages just to post links to published poems and writings of mine and to have a way for people…
They made me do trapeze because of my prehensile feet, even though I was scared of height, still am, for all the hanging I did by one foot from a rope catching nubile acrobats — always afraid and afraid in my fear and confusion, rebellion, I’d drop someone — I knew I must not, as…