Month: November 2021

poetry appreciation

the dark side

Nov 25, 2021 #bullying, #fear, #greathouse, #hatred, #horrow, #LGBQT, #litany of ordinary violences, #oppression, #prejudice, #torrin a greathouse, #transgender, #transgender day of remembrance, #violence by Lucy Crispin

Next week we’ll have a quietly uplifting poem to remind us of those unexpected moments of connection and shared humanity which can transform our day. Today, however, I offer this disturbing-but-important-to-read poem which offers us a glimpse into a darker side. Here is ‘Litany of Ordinary Violences‘ by torrin a greathouse.

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poetry appreciation

and yet more weather

Nov 11, 2021 #acceptance, #ageing, #autumn, #death, #Early October Snow, #Germaine Greer, #Greer, #Haight, #intimations of mortality, #mortality, #November, #October, #Robert Haight, #Snow, #The Change, #winter by Lucy Crispin

I realise it’s a bit late to offer you a poem called ‘Early October Snow‘, but it turned up in my inbox right at the end of last month and I can’t bear to wait another year before sharing it! I think Robert Haight’s poem is quietly beautiful in its imagery, and powerful in an understated way; so I hope that, thinking so too, you’ll forgive my tardiness.

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more rain, and leaves

Nov 4, 2021 #autumn, #beginning, #Binyon, #confinement, #ending, #freedom, #hope, #Laurence Binyon, #light, #possibility, #rain, #spring, #trees, #weather by Lucy Crispin

Last week the rivers were rising in Cumbria and the water flowed brown and white and angry through the centre of towns. The big rain down did rain and brought trouble to many. This rain poem, however, has a mood of hope and possibility: here’s the charming ‘The rain was ending‘ by Lawrence Binyon.

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news

strange but true

Nov 2, 2021 by Lucy Crispin

I picked up an email from my non-fiction site the other day. Having decided it wasn’t spam—they didn’t want to sell me Ray Bans or improve my performance in search engines or the bedroom—I replied to it and found myself in conversation with Kate Winslet’s assistant (as you do). Kate, as I must now call her, wanted to read one of my poems at a charity event the following night. Well…. okaaaay then.

How heartening to know that such an International Cheese was involving herself with a local good cause. I feel proud to have been read for such a purpose, and in such company. Unfortunately I don’t have a recording but I do have the delight of my work being chosen. ‘Poetry makes nothing happen’, eh? You just never know.

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