13 Nov 2008

New Brighton poetry & spoken word information website

If you are new to the Brighton spoken word scene, or just sick of disentangling the many dates, venues and contact info of everything that's going on here, you'll be veritably THRILLED to hear that I have just been made aware of a new and excellent on-line resource designed specifically to relieve you of such confusion.

www.brightonpoetry.co.uk covers all poetry and spoken word events in Brighton and Hove so if you want to check out what's happening, or add your own event or performer profile, go and take a peek.

27 Oct 2008

I like

to think that these posts and the ostensibly innocuous nightly musings of Happy Harry Hard-on are totally similar.


All I need is someone's jeep and a warped copy of Everybody Knows...

Et cetera.

On Wednesday I went to Hebden Bridge and Mytholmroyd, because my super-cool daughter Olive was runner-up in the Ted Hughes Young Poets Award, judged by Andrew Motion who, I may add, does not put the seat down after he urinates.

On Thursday we made the obligatory trip to Sylvia Plath's grave, bought bizarre cheeses from Hebden Bridge market and walked along the canal's tow path, pretending to be homeless ten year-old, leaf-eating sisters, before making the journey back home during which I was an exceptionally mardy bitch, a role all good mothers must adopt from time to time so as to instill a sense of perspective in their unfortunate offspring.


My favourite neurotically cannibalistic love letter du jour is this:

Left Over

Some tiny mark I'd settle for;
an unblotted love exposed for a sideways ruin,
regardless of whether I might
or not
suck back at the lip
at the taste of another split hair,
spit-like between us;
we fight like that:
you fence my frozen tongue;
I hack poor words in rebellious orders out of the terror,
in tears.
It's true
to say I cry too quickly
so soon as my skin is removed
and the meat on display left uneaten by you.



Now I'm going cycling on the seafront.

10 Oct 2008

I believe

there may be trouble afoot.

Welcome to my blog.

As you can see there is, as of yet, nothing here, though I feel certain that the very fact alone of such impending wisdom as must surely seep out of one or other of these pages will prove sufficient to tide you over, as it were; to wash you up; to leave you beached and bleached; to undo you.

May any such said wisdom be speedy in its arrival and succinct in its delivery.