|Two poems of darkness in a process that is helping me to understand Norman better.|
Tuesday, 28 August 2018
Tuesday, 21 August 2018
Sunday, 19 August 2018
Friday, 17 August 2018
I am very grateful to the kind people who are offering their precious time to read the third draft critically. I look forward to their feedback.
Otherwise, mulling. Not sure this poem should be in or out ... if in, WHERE? Questions of rhythm, sound echoes, and of course the story step-stepping poem by poem through it all.
PS. Totally tangential mull. Why PanMacMillan didn't take on The Griffin Elegy is a puzzle to me. I guess there are simply too many writers and too many stories and too many poems, all of them obviously far more appealing and more saleable than my stuff. Ah well. We soldier on. True to self and all that. I can see I'm going to have to home-birth all my books. What a business. I've experience birthing a human, but a heffalump? Not to rush it. Be tortoise.
Friday, 10 August 2018
The first hard copy will, I hope, allow me the necessary detachment for a decent self-edit ...
|The 'greater matter' quip derives from an sms exchange; Norman's poem is one of the first Table Love poems.|
Tuesday, 7 August 2018
Sunday, 5 August 2018
Saturday, 4 August 2018
All the bustle and fuss –
human care and love
as fast as Velcro
– me but the burr,
slip me between, Darling,
fetch me to
the leafy silver
I post this poem in commemoration of tonight's being the eve of the first memorial service for Norman, held on 5th August 2017 at the Vula Vista Venue at The Edge Mountain Retreat in Hogsback.
It is included in ' Sacred Space', section 3 in Greater Matter as it currently stands (in its second draft).