“No-one died, no-one is in prison…”
“I don’t get what the big deal is… you write for a living… they are just words…” Explaining the excruciating pain of sharing your own words, rather than words that someone else commissions, ‘edits’ and pays for, is difficult. Commissioned words are a transaction. A business deal. I want them to be good. But if […]
Painting and Poetry
For 25 years I have been burning poetry. Writing words and then setting fire to them. A form of literary self-harm. A few weeks ago, several things came together over the course of a weekend, which put an end to the burning. I spent an evening at The Theatre by the Lake, in Keswick, listening […]