In the Hartington pub last night with Ludlow Jane and Deborah, Deborah mentioned the old mistakes pushing themselves forward, occupying space in her mind. Old mistakes, remembered with a wince, sometimes a cold sweat. It's no good pushing them out - they come back knocking on the door like the phone 'surveys' from remote call centres.
Old friends, though, are always welcome. They turn the past into a sunnier place. They come from a secure, known world where there were no student loans, less screens, where there was a lot still to experience. Yesterday, at Goldsmiths, two groups of students raised my spirits with their sense of the future. Both groups are doing life writing. It's emotional, sometimes painful. But they respect one another.
The train driver on the way home was a virtuoso performer, a delightful eccentric.
READ POEMS FROM COMMANDMENTS AND NEW WORK
- WOMAN'S HEAD AS JUG
- WORK IN PROGRESS - poems and prose
- The Workshop Handbook for Writers
- Book onto small group poetry workshop 2017-18
- Readings and events
- Fever Tree
- Powder Tower
- Workshops and employment
- Feedback and comments
- Critical writing
- National Poetry Day 2017 - Freedom
- Case study - The Species Book
- Case study - Labyrinth of Love, Rambert Dance