Blog Tour

Posted: 21/02/2014 in poems and things

This post is part of Blog Tour, a series of posts by poets and fiction writers, in which they respond to four questions about their writing process. Roy Marshall kindly invited me to participate and here is a link to Roy’s blog, where you can read all about how his fine poems are written. At the end of this post I’ll introduce you to three more writers who are going to do the same and who knows it could go on forever!
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The most exciting thing about writing is that thing that is just around the corner waiting for you, I feel motivated just thinking about it. It’s an unpredictable thing, and who knows what the next thing will be. I’m working at the moment with speed, I think it’s because I’ve been reading O’Hara, Read the rest of this entry »

My review of The Impossible on The Manchester Review:

Click here for review of The Impossible

Disaster movies are one of my favourite genres. I don’t care whether it’s plague, volcano, earthquake, tornado, melting icecaps, meteorites, fires or floods. All that death and destruction is just delightful, I love them. The film that started my fascination with this genre was the 1970s classic The Towering Inferno, Steve McQueen and Paul Newman, two very beautiful men, this is such an awesome film, I was really small when I first watched it and it was terrifying, some ugly scenes, fireballs! All those synthetic materials burned quick. But it left an impression (I think Titanic will leave a similar impression on my kids, they love it, ‘what made it sink?’, the iceberg ffs for the millionth time). Anyway whenever there’s a disaster movie on TV, even if I’ve seen it before, it makes me feel celebratory for some reason, and I crave something with bubbles.

My review of Tarantino’s Django Unchained on Manchester Review:

Django Unchained

I don’t know if this qualifies as a prose poem, or just me rambling on. Anyway, I’ve just realised I did a Frank O’Hara poem for last year’s NPWM, I’ll have to check the day, it would be spooky if it was the same one. Six more to go is all: Read the rest of this entry »

I hate confessional poetry, I just do, and this poem I wrote for class on Friday, the exercise was to write a poem that addressed a kind of poetry that you think has it wrong, but my poem (which isn’t a poem at all really) turned out so bad that I decided not to submit it because a) I felt a bit embarrassed to read it out (damn my tendency to blush), and Read the rest of this entry »

Just counting the days at the moment, this is another of Bernstein’s exercises: write a poem in which you try to transcribe as accurately as you can your thoughts while you are writing. Don’t edit anything out. I’m not feeling so creative this weekend so thought this would at least be a quick solution. It’s too much though to do this, it’s worse than confessional writing, my sad little mind. Read the rest of this entry »