Death and Deactivation

I deactivated my Facebook account last Sunday. On Monday morning I started panicking about whether I could still log back as the e-mail address I’d signed up with had expired (I was more worried about not being able to return in order to permanently delete my account than about missing out on status updates). I … More Death and Deactivation

No Exit

You know how in the previous post I said I’ve been through a crisis induced by seeing a Beckett play live? I never really got out of it and that is why my blogging has been so scarce, as has been my writing of poetry and fiction. In Happy Days, the protagonist keeps talking to … More No Exit

Keep Dancing ‘Till the World Ends or Whatever

Remember when the apocalypse was supposed to happen exactly a year ago? I mean a bunch of silly, sensation-hungry people misinterpreted a Mayan calendar to predict the end of the world, even though Mayan people kept telling them they don’t even believe in a linear time-space continuum where a world can end in the first … More Keep Dancing ‘Till the World Ends or Whatever

You Have to Catch Them Out of the Corner of Your Eye

Thursday’s Poetry in the Basement celebrated Life. Lots of fantastic poets brought in their poems about the beauty, meaning and suffering that the thing called life is composed of. The feature poets doing longer sets alongside myself, Tom Bland and Roy Canty were Sean Keung and Laura Martin-Simpson. Laura is also performing at the Gypsy … More You Have to Catch Them Out of the Corner of Your Eye

There’s Always Some Sort of Blues Playing in the Streets of Big Cities

Sometimes poetry is the only thing that can set you free. I live and breathe literature. I can’t even remember the exact moment I first decided I wanted to become a writer, but it was around the time I learnt to write – perhaps the age of six. Since, I have been through phases with … More There’s Always Some Sort of Blues Playing in the Streets of Big Cities