Islington, 13 April with lovely John McCullough
Lauderdale House, 25 June
I went to Reading University. Used to go to this venue to eat spicy jacket wedges. Reading here now … http://readingarts.com/southstreet/event.asp?id=SX10A9-A78233C5 21st March.
Everything And Again (And Again)
When the taxidermist wouldn’t let me buy
the magpie, rampant, on a bark-stripped branch
with a diamanté bracelet wriggling in its beak
because, tradition says, that bird’s reserved
for jewel thieves to give to one another,
it put the tin hat on a week that featured
a walk up a mountain to a café that had shut,
moth in my winter coat and a puddingless date.
Decode the magpie’s song and sing along:
My daddy is a dove, a raven’s my mum.
My feathers are dipped in midnight and noon,
sin and salvation, milk teeth and amalgam.
I once saw fourteen magpies in a day –
some pairs, some threes. They all belong to me.
… is the title of this print by the lovely Adam Bridgland (go to his website and buy his things for the good of your walls and your immortal soul). Adam’s exhibition at the Poetry Society runs until the middle of February, some people wrote poems for its private view. I will post mine shortly …
I’ve been working on a project at Southbank Centre where poets are invited to contemplate the refurbishment of the 7,500 pipe organ, write new pieces and perform ‘em in the Royal Festival Hall. It takes as long to build a pipe organ as it does to build a battleship. The RFH organ is a beast, this is me playing the first four notes of Beethoven’s Fifth on it. The performance is on 30 March, details here.
Back to my home town for a reading – Thursday 13 February at the Yellow Lighted Bookshop in Tetbury. 7pm or so. My mum and a lot of her mates in the audience.