Chain reactions: Found in Translation at Club Inegales
I was lucky enough to take part in a series of workshops with Club Inegales, throwing together poets, illustrators and musicians.
Does poetry need genre boundaries?
Shopping for poetry is tricky if you don’t have a name in mind. Could genre boundaries offer a new way of browsing?
Haul Monitor: Collage, Tomboys and Crows
I’ve received a couple of fantastic things through the post of late, and thought I’d share the excitement. Pamphlet: Tomboys by Jon Stone. The pamphlet is an ode to three anime heroines: Utena from Revolutionary…
Bad ad poetry? HIRE POETS.
Living in London, we’re surrounded by TFL’s abominable Travel Better London posters, with their godawful doggerel. First, you spot one and sigh gently to yourself. Then you notice another. And another. Ye gods, they’re all…
Poem: I’ve less than a minute to convince you
The poetry of choice, or, bookshop blues
A confession. I hate shopping for poetry. At least in physical shops. Don’t get me wrong. I love and adore bookshops. They are a joy and absolutely crucial to the publishing industry. And I love…