The year is almost up. I can't believe it is seven months since my last post. Regular posts don't come easy. My resolution for 2016 is to write once a month and to focus more on the books I'm reading, rather than trying to keep a diary. There is an incredible diversity of poetry blogs out there and I'm... Continue Reading →
There are statues and there are living statues
If the last month has been about anything, it's been about stillness by way of statuary. And yet, September, with 'la rentrée', is really about the complete opposite of the static, more the freneticness (as opposed to frenzy) of dense boulevards of traffic as Paris fills up again. You realise that in August you were... Continue Reading →