A stanza bonanza
To London again. Listening to The Remains of the Day and seeing Alan Davies doing the magical trick of invisibility on the bus again.
Released back into the wild again for a bit from work, which is splendid news as there is such a mountain of my own stuff to do I don't know where to start.
No progress on the house negotiations for the Brighton reason that the vendor is on a meditative retreat with no phone signal. Suggested to Lorraine that we keep looking this weekend in case the vendor turns out to an uberflake. There is little that is simple in this world.
After work, slipped off to the nearby Poetry Cafe where I met Robin, Anthony, Tom, Ponny and Marion Tracy who made up the Brighton Stanza poets. Ordered a bowl of carrot soup, no bread, said the stern eastern European woman behind the counter, and a cup of tea before descending to the basement. A hot evening in the basement of the Poetry Cafe. Twelve poets in this 'Stanza Bonanza' so lots of variety. We were reading with some excellent poets from a Palmer's Green group led by Katherine Gallagher. I enjoyed the evening, and sipped only a small bottle of water. Really strong performances from all of the Brighton posse. I read Hooked, Root and Branch, Ernstophilia, and a new poem called Unfallen.
Taxied to Victoria with Robin discussing our various pamphlet related schemes and plans,then caught the train to Brighton, with Robin catching a different train to to Lewes. I bought a can of beer, my first drink for a couple of weeks. Sat on the train playing tetris and listening to my audiobook and was home in a trice. Lorraine already in bed, having had a nice evening with Dawn.
Released back into the wild again for a bit from work, which is splendid news as there is such a mountain of my own stuff to do I don't know where to start.
No progress on the house negotiations for the Brighton reason that the vendor is on a meditative retreat with no phone signal. Suggested to Lorraine that we keep looking this weekend in case the vendor turns out to an uberflake. There is little that is simple in this world.
After work, slipped off to the nearby Poetry Cafe where I met Robin, Anthony, Tom, Ponny and Marion Tracy who made up the Brighton Stanza poets. Ordered a bowl of carrot soup, no bread, said the stern eastern European woman behind the counter, and a cup of tea before descending to the basement. A hot evening in the basement of the Poetry Cafe. Twelve poets in this 'Stanza Bonanza' so lots of variety. We were reading with some excellent poets from a Palmer's Green group led by Katherine Gallagher. I enjoyed the evening, and sipped only a small bottle of water. Really strong performances from all of the Brighton posse. I read Hooked, Root and Branch, Ernstophilia, and a new poem called Unfallen.
Taxied to Victoria with Robin discussing our various pamphlet related schemes and plans,then caught the train to Brighton, with Robin catching a different train to to Lewes. I bought a can of beer, my first drink for a couple of weeks. Sat on the train playing tetris and listening to my audiobook and was home in a trice. Lorraine already in bed, having had a nice evening with Dawn.
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