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Under the bookshelf: Where you can see me
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Where you can see me. Now here's a new thing for me: telling stories live, feeling your breath on my face, your sighs, your excitement (I hope) . If you're nearby, come and say hello. Saturday 4 July, 2015, I'll be reading my contribution to 26 Pairs of Eyes at the Foundling Museum, London WC1N 1AZ. You can read the poem for yourself - and 25 others - at the museum from 4 June to 6 September. More information at 26pairsofeyes. At Groombridge Village Hall.
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The Open Sky Above - Steffi Pusch Photography
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The Gap Between Thoughts. The Open Sky Above. The Open Sky Above. The Open Sky Above. The intensity of this visual and almost spiritual experience made me try to "record" and re-visualize those internal images using my external tool: a camera. When my friend, the writer Sarah J Butler. Saw these series first, she wrote a Hymn. To accompany my visual story. Thank you Sarah! Go to portfolio "The Open Sky Above".
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Under the bookshelf: November 2014
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Friday, 28 November 2014. Rural grit: the power of writing in nature. This morning I read Grace Nichols' poem, 'Wings'. I don't think I've ever heard her called a nature poet - I'm guessing people most often define her as a Caribbean poet - but in so many of her poems the natural world is powerful force, driving her imagery. Here's the opening stanza of 'Wings':. We thought it fitting. The sustenance of our roots,. So that when uprootment came. It silenc...
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Under the bookshelf: What I read in 2012
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. What I read in 2012. In 2012 I kept a list of every book I read because I so often forget author's names and book titles. I looked back at it often, so now the year's ended, I think I'll keep it here, and begin a new list for 2013. Howards End is on the Landing. The Virago Book of Women Travellers. Ed Mary Morris with Larry O'Connor. Flora Britannica Book of Wild Herbs. The Betrayal of Trust. How it all began. This is where I leave you. City of the Mind.
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Under the bookshelf: February 2015
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Sunday, 22 February 2015. In it together: our community play about World War One in rural England. Henry (Nick Wray) and George (Charles Johnson). It's Sunday afternoon, it's pouring, and I'm exhausted. But I'm elated too, because we've just put on three shows of our community play. We created a story about a village like ours during the First World War, and it's been a truly amazing experience. We made our audiences laugh and weep. And, and, and . Len (...
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Under the bookshelf: June 2015
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Monday, 8 June 2015. A foundling: pulling a poem from almost nothing. I've been quiet here on the blog for a while, not because I've had nothing to say but because I've been saying it in different places. And one such place is the Foundling Museum. In London, where I have a poem. Yes, a poem! I don't write poems, or at least I do but I've no confidence in them so they stay hidden in my notebook. LINK TO SARAH'S POEM. Monday, June 08, 2015. What I saw and...
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Under the bookshelf: July 2014
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Tuesday, 29 July 2014. Looking for clues: five days in London, July 2014. I've just spent five glorious days in London seeing friends, visiting galleries and museums, watching plays and films, and walking and cycling all over the city. I didn't especially plan what I saw, but here are some highlights - and an emerging theme. At the Serpentine, Marina Abramovic's 152 Hours. Uses only her body and the bodies of the visitors to create a work of art. How muc...
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Under the bookshelf: Where you can read me
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Where you can read me. Unknown matron's mallet', on display at the Foundling Museum 4 June to 6 September 2015, and online at 26 Pairs of Eyes. We should not be here', with Mark Cocksedge and the. Project, April 2013. A job worth doing',. Ed Roelof Bakker, September 2012. The Swimmer' with photos by Steffi Pusch, The Old Stile Press, April 2012. Http:/ www.oldstilepress.com/. The Flotsam Cafe', Litro December 2011 (. A slice of tongue', Paraxis 02 (.
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Under the bookshelf: Reading Edward Thomas aloud to an unsuspecting audience
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Friday, 20 February 2015. Reading Edward Thomas aloud to an unsuspecting audience. I have a terrible memory, and it's this more than anything else that means I'll never be an actor. How on earth do they learn all those lines? It's not for lack of trying that I can't remember lines - tonight I'm reading Edward Thomas's poem, ' As the team's head-brass. Between a couple of scenes in our community play, and I've really made a go of learning it by heart.
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Under the bookshelf: A foundling: pulling a poem from almost nothing
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Odd thoughts and images from an undercover writer. Monday, 8 June 2015. A foundling: pulling a poem from almost nothing. I've been quiet here on the blog for a while, not because I've had nothing to say but because I've been saying it in different places. And one such place is the Foundling Museum. In London, where I have a poem. Yes, a poem! I don't write poems, or at least I do but I've no confidence in them so they stay hidden in my notebook. LINK TO SARAH'S POEM. Monday, June 08, 2015. What I saw and...
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