Displacement

There are rumblous thunderings over central London.   That’s not an attempt at pathetic fallacy but a description of the weather, which is h...

I was going to write about Edith Södergran this week, if I was in the mood for her.   She’s a poet one really does need to be in the right f...

Writing poetry is so wasteful.   So many poems worked and worked on and abandoned.   Or finished, but unable to fly.   All my drafts are lis...

Well, not nobody; I do, for a start.   But I have yet to hear anyone else express enthusiasm for his work.   He doesn’t make it easy....

This is a postscript to my last piece on Valzhyna Mort and Factory of Tears.   A London audience heard her a couple of years ago at Poetry I...

That is the title of a collection by Valzhyna Mort.   What a wonderful title.   A poet’s work, poems’ work, life, one’s homeland…   The last...