The Sri Lanka trip with Ocean Stars charity, I am almost in the zone and it's seven hours before leaving: ostsrilanka2013.blogspot.com
My work
- August Poet of the Month
- The Drier The Brighter (poetry collection)
- Joy Change (poetry collection)
- Climbing Postcards (poetry collection)
- Digital poetry
- Edible poetry
- Peak District renga collaboration
- Edward Thomas's Poets (edited letters)
- Edward Thomas: The Origins of His Poetry (critical book)
- Poet to Poet: Edward Thomas's letters to Walter de la Mare
- More on Judy's writing and research
Wednesday, 23 October 2013
Thursday, 17 October 2013
the me of now
Sitting late, eating dinner in one hand and typing up the words of Derrida on spatial arts with the other. Ah Derrida. How I love Derrida. He makes so much sense: so eloquent, so true, so tight, so wise, so exhilarating - I wish I had been older, I had been the me of now, when I heard him lecture in the 80s, it all slipping far far far far over my head
Wednesday, 16 October 2013
Romania
Invited as a guest poet to the Brasov celebration of European women poets in Transylvania, I am the only native English speaker in a town so beautiful and brightly coloured with autumn reds and yellows that I am continually marvelling - a real feast for eyes and ears (Romanian being a mix of Slavic/Latin and its own very unique sounds). The beginnings of some good poetic friendships are also forged, in the shadow of not-the-vampire castle and the stunning peaks that surround the town.
Tuesday, 8 October 2013
wedding poem in my head
This is a draft, right? Came as I was sitting, aimed at me at all angles, rhyme to the fore. I couldn't have ducked if I'd tried. But once I started to type it up the flow slowed, halted, muddled, muddied and my memory of the lines was less clear as well, so has really made me think again about returning to composing in my head, away from screens, boards, papers, wax tablets....... memory-weakeners:
Malc & Sue's wedding sonnet (draft 2)
Shall I describe you as some other
couple
who've come to plight their troth this
sunny day
or are you something else, are you both
double
that - mature and wise and brave enough
to say
yes this is person that I choose
to spend my life with: even though they
see
my imperfections well, they don't
refuse
but welcome them with love as part of
me
yes - both say this so happily, turning
to look
straight in each other's eyes, with
love, delight
reading their partner like a favourite
book
with which, though earthbound, they can
now take flight
to explore life's offers openly,
together
and share with us in rain and sunny
weather.
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