good to be back...after breakdown...blah blah blah..seperation...blah
blah blah...divorce...blah blah blah...website...blah blah blah
Looking over the archives, I can see everyone is as curmudgeonly as
ever. Things don't change that much...just marinaded a little longer.
Somehow the metaphor of being locked in a dentists waiting room
springs to mind...but no, this is the new, loving caring me...I love
you all, yes, even you, David Bircumshaw and Lawrence Upton.
Anyway, good reading tonight in Cambridge from Lee Harwood, Malcolm
Phillips and Stephen Rodefer. All on excellent form: Lee with his
Brighton poems as translucent and as spry as ever, Malcolm's "bouquet
of asbestos" to name just one of many memorable phrases, energetic and
just a tiny bit flopsy with the hair, and Stephen. As endearingly
shambolic with the technology as ever, good readings of his paintings
(projections this time), poems to his dead son, and some translations
of Baudelaire and Paul Klee. Fine fettle and no mistake.
Many thanks to Sam Ladkin, Josh Robinson and Neil Pattison (amongst
many others) for professionally facilitating what has been a memorable
series of readings. May they do it again sometime.
Happy trails
Roger
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