The UK summer heatwave rendered me incapable of doing little else but hugging the shade with a goodly supply of water, tea and reading material. I granted myself leave from writing a blog post, last Sunday. Writing output amounted to little more than notebook drivel on nights when it was too hot to sleep. I never find it too hot to read, though.
I’ve blogged before about collecting poems that I’ve read in magazines or online: the ones I love and those I might wish to re-read or refer to, at some point in the future. There are more than a few I’ll cut out and keep from the Europe issue of Magma. As a long-term subscriber, I think it’s quite possibly the best issue in years (I can’t comment on my TBR copy of the Film issue). It could so easily have been Brexit-centric but issue 70 was, as always, a net cast wide in terms of style, subject and takes on a theme. Poems that made me smile: Duncan Chambers’ Les Vacances; Sarah Juliet Walsh’s Le Rêve. One that made me laugh out loud: Astra Bloom’s Sacré. My absolute Top Three poems of political/social comment: Fiona Larkin’s Hygge; William Roychowdhury’s Farage for a Migrant Worker; Katriona Naomi’s Slowly, as the talk goes on, we are getting nowhere.
Occasionally I admit to abandoning a book I wasn’t enjoying. I did enjoy Lemn Sissay’s lecture, Landmark Poems, at University of Leicester in May. I follow his morning tweets. I was looking forward to reading Gold from the Stone, New and Selected Poems (Canons). However, despite my best efforts, it wasn’t for me. So I will gift it to someone who will read and treasure it. If you think that could be you, do let me know in the comments box below.
Hot off the TBR pile, my current poetry read is Deborah Alma’s Dirty Laundry, (which I pre-ordered at the same time as Josephine Corcoran’s What Are You After?) It’s daring, direct and highly readable. I’m enjoying it immensely. I have a large and growing collection of Nine Arches Press poetry collections, and justifiably so.
I’ve recently re-subscribed to Shawna Lemay’s blog, Transactions with Beauty. It’s a tranquil space amidst the clamour of the world-wide web. I related to her latest post, Ways of Being a Writer. I think I’ve been several of these kinds of writers, at certain points in time. It’s a reminder to stop beating myself up over my (lack of) writing (as in paragraph one, above, for instance!).
On Thursday evening, I attended an author talk at a neighbouring village library, organised by the lovely Debbie James, independent bookseller extraordinaire, of The Bookshop, Kibworth. (Do drop by if you’re in the area. The Table of Temptation is aptly named). Damon Young, author of The Art of Reading, gave a fascinating and thought-provoking talk: a philosopher’s perspective on the power (and responsibilities) of the reader. Damon is appearing at Edinburgh Book Festival, if you’re interested. I’m looking forward to reading this, my latest book purchase:
What have you been reading, this summer?