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Nobody Saw No One Reviews/Press. Nobody Saw No One. Everybody's Watching. Nobody Sees. Stay updated via RSS. Return Of The Verminator. Poetry reading at Eastbeat, Bow, London E3. 7pm, Austerity door fee. Info: http:/ www.eastbeat.org. Children’s March for Libraries. Performing protest poem Save The Libraries. Assemble East Fincjley Library at 10.15am. Info: http:/ www.voicesforthelibrary.org.uk/2015/07/barnet-childrens-march-for-libraries-sept-12th/. Moby Dick Unabridged, Southbank Centre, London.
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David Caddy: April 2008
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Saturday, 19 April 2008. Click here to listen to So Here We Are on Miporadio. I thought that I might approach the idea of celebrity and issues around that cultural phenomenon in relation to English poetry. The heavens are wrath – the thunders rattling peal. Rolls like a vast volcano in the sky. Yet nothing starts the apathy I feel. Nor chills with fear eternal destiny. My soul is apathy – a ruin vast. Time cannot clear the ruined mass away. My life is hell – the hopeless die is cast. John Clare The Livin...
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David Caddy: February 2009
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Saturday, 7 February 2009. Letter 19 (new series). SHWA 19: A Note on Hugh Fox. It is this constant quest of moving forward, onwards to the next technical problem, book, chapbook, and a desire to publish with independent presses that he shares with his English contemporaries associated with The English Intelligencer newsletter started in 1968 and the Association of Little Presses, founded in 1966. Quoting from Fox’s own autobiographical comment, he writes:. Teresa walking slowly with her cane,. Castrated...
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David Caddy: February 2008
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008. Click here to listen to So Here We Are on Miporadio. I want to say a few words about the second part of Basil Bunting’s poem Briggflatts (1966), which begins:. Poet appointed dare not decline. To walk among the bogus, nothing to authenticate. The mission imposed, despised. By toadies, confidence men, kept boys,. Shopped and jailed, cleaned out by whores,. Touching acquaintance for food and tobacco. Secret, solitary, a spy, he gauges. Lines of a Flemish horse. What interests me ...
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David Caddy: Letter 19 (new series)
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Saturday, 7 February 2009. Letter 19 (new series). SHWA 19: A Note on Hugh Fox. It is this constant quest of moving forward, onwards to the next technical problem, book, chapbook, and a desire to publish with independent presses that he shares with his English contemporaries associated with The English Intelligencer newsletter started in 1968 and the Association of Little Presses, founded in 1966. Quoting from Fox’s own autobiographical comment, he writes:. Teresa walking slowly with her cane,. Castrated...
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David Caddy: May 2009
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Friday, 29 May 2009. So Here We Are 21. Click here to listen to So Here We Are on MiPoradio. Here’s ‘Rank’. I never wore white shoes. Or suede in summer. I crossed my legs. Primly at my ankle,. Wore a panty girdle. And a full-length slip,. No shadow of body. Apparent through my dress. I knew better than. To crackle gum,. Or walk down the street. From my mouth,. To pierce my ears,. Like some common girl. Still, his mother. Rooted out the tell-tale. Signs, traces of a family. Line who worked for wages.
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David Caddy: March 2009
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Wednesday, 11 March 2009. Click here to listen to So Here We Are on MiPoradio. I would like to say a few words about Juliet Cook’s Horrific Confection originally published as an e book and now published in hard copy by BlazeVox Books (www.blazevox.org) of New York. A black line blurs. Into bristling trellis. Throbbing. Little sister ensanguined,. Straining twisted limbs. Furry bodies wriggle in sockets. Honey. Bees burst out her eyes. Leave behind. The swarm. Excruciating swell and thrall. The artificial...
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David Caddy: June 2008
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Sunday, 29 June 2008. Click here to listen to So Here We Are on Miporadio. In February 2004, Randall Stevenson writing in The Oxford English Literary History Vol. 12 1960-2000: The Last of England? Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). View my complete profile. Click Here To Download Letter 6. So Here We Are: Poetic Letters From England. Click Here To Download Letter Five. So Here We Are: Poetic Letters From England. Click Here To Download Letter Four. So Here We Are: Poetic Letters From England.
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David Caddy: September 2008
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Tuesday, 2 September 2008. Click here to listen to So Here We Are on MiPOradio. If there’s time. I’ll plant a tree. There where that blackbird is, a. Against the black wall (The Collected Works p.43). Riley’s poetry has that slow movement and lucidity and that same floating across the page as well as something different. Here’s ‘The World Itself, The Long Poem Foundered’. The beating of my heart ripples the lamp. Oh this constant expectation of good news. The sky appears colourless but it is not so,.