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July 2016

Quote: Vahni Capildeo for Lighthouse Literary Journal

“The stanza is like an object to the eye that must enjoy running up and down and around it, getting and doubting meaning… The ear would have to work with memory, also running up and down and around. Reading becomes a form of handling.

“Leafing or clicking back and forth in ‘the same’ book or moving the attention up and down the page to apprehend ‘the one’ thing or refusing to do so while being aware of, as it were, sliding on a gappy cloth of language…”

— Vahni Capildeo for Lighthouse Literary Journal, issue 12, spring 2016

It is interesting to consider poetry in ways that are not an immediate grasping of logical meaning but an interactive process. Too often, we reject writing if it does not ‘grab’ us or if its purpose is not revealed in a single pass.

Quote: Sarah Howe for the Boston Review

Is it possible to imagine a we in a poem that isn’t magisterial, assuming, coercive, and yet manages to encompass more than just a narrowly similar group of people? I suspect this question goes to the heart of the work poetry has to do in the world. Flimsy as it is, I had hoped that communal pronoun could serve as an invitation to traverse the bounds of otherness—the distancing of they—like an umbrella under which we might, in our differences, shelter together for a spell. I cling to that hope, even if some readers can’t follow me there.

――― Sarah Howe for the Boston Review

The Poetry Wham Pram at @2000trees Music Festival 2016

My friends from Juncture 25 and I spent an enjoyable weekend at 2000 Trees rock festival in the heart of the Cotswolds, between 8-10th July 2016.

13603478_1754701314772753_5190574602395776363_oOur poetic contribution consisted of pushing poetry via our Poetry Wham Pram, a lucky dip reading experience with myself and Jinny Fisher, Emily Fay McCoy and Marc Woodward (our special guest). Festival goers approached the pram as it trundled the paths, stages and woodlands of the field, pulling a poetry scroll from the cradle and receiving a reading from its author. “Poetry in motion,” yelled one appreciative reveller.

We did a longer set for the fabulous folks in Camp Reuben, who dragged themselves from their tents and filled the marquee for an afternoon of words. Thanks to all there, for the warmest of welcomes. We’ll be back next year.

Poetry in a surprising place, and all the better for it.