Latest News
14 May 2008 - Hearing Eye Event at the Barbican
Wednesday 21 May at 7.30pm (refreshments served from 7.00pm)
Poets, David Floyd, John Rety and Anna Robinson mark the output of the Hearing Eye press featured in the recent London Libraries Recommends promotion, with readings of their work.
Admission free by ticket from Barbican Library on 020 7638 0569
For more info about the Barbican Library and how to get there see: /Corporation/LGNL_Services/Leisure_and_culture/Libraries/City_of_London_libraries/barbican_lib.htm
14 May 2008 - BLUE BUS POETRY READING
From Wales, PARTHIAN BOOKS present
LYNDON DAVIES and GRAHAM HARTILL
plus FRANCES PRESLEY, together with improvised music from
IAN MCLACHLAN
Date: Wednesday 11th June
Time: 7.30 p.m.
Venue: Upstairs, 94 LAMB’S CONDUIT STREET, LONDON WC1
Tickets: £5/£3 (concessions)
12 May 2008 - Jackie Wills and Poetry in the Countryside
Jackie Wills has just published her fourth collection - Commandments - and has been appointed as Poet in the Surrey Hills - an innovative new venture between the Poetry Society and the Countryside Agency.
Commandments investigates religion, relationships and the mind. Her poems contain a diverse cast of characters ranging from Fidel Castro, a teenage rapper, a priest, an adulterer, and a seamstress, to girls wearing fairy wings on the Palace pier.
Her poetry draws on the surrealism of every-day objects and this collection identifies crossing points where rules are broken, questioned, or simply, no longer make sense. According to Wills, these can happen at random, anytime and anywhere in the world: digging the garden, watching impala on a scorched savannah or simply walking through the streets of Brighton.
Below is an extract from Commandments:
Her sleepless nights
Giant airbags expand to fill her room,
set off by beer cans kicked against a fence,
fireworks for a distant birthday, a phone.
For every night of sleep or sleeplessness
takes the form of the day it ends. Airbags,
soft, suffocating, press her on a desk -
a pen begins altering her face,
pins stab into every letter of her name.
Her worries refuse a shape. She tries ants,
baby shoes, paces the eroded banks
of that river, past docile, long-horned cows.
Hens scatter as she reaches the shack door.
All she feels is the same absence of air,
a tropical night, filles with wings and claws.
More News
