To Dublin, London, Surrey, Cardiff, 'Home'
I'm sitting in a net café in Covent Garden. I have that distinctive travelling smell on me.
Update: I'm sitting in another 'Net cafe, next to these nice people.
5/8/06: I'm sitting in a hotel room in Cardiff, my window overlooking the Cardiff Castle, where there were fireworks exploding in the sky; sixth floor -- louder up here. Think Afghanistan with colours. Many thanks to everyone who came to see us read.
Nice one to the person who rifled my stack of poems when I went to the bar, picking out a small selection for themselves. I don’t mind; but needless to say (I hope), if they turn up published somewhere, I will become severely hazardous to your health =). I’m sure they were simply interested in what I read, but you never know. . . .
Poems I read included:
Should There be Any Decrease in Cabin Pressure
Working title: She arrived, creaming
sachet trajectory split in sharp f
Working title: disparate sense of salt
Counting Light Waves
New Summer
Seven Signs of Falling in Love with Your Dog
Working title: What are you writing
Love According to...
The Adventures of Captain Go-Nads
Another Day in Paradise
Op\osed
Working title: Five Is a Four-Letter Word
Other forthcoming readings in the series include:
Maurice Scully and Rob McLennan (1 September),
Tom Lowenstein and Christopher Gutkind (6 October)
Frances Presley and Tilla Brading (3 November).
2 comments:
heh. i wasnt actually there, but now wishing i was. will i see you when i actually show up in town?
http://robmclennan.blogspot.com/2006/08/mclennan-bute-place-cardiff-cf10-5al.html
I had a feeling it wasn't you! David nodded toward some guy when he mentioned you'd be there on Sep 1, so i thought it was you. Nah, i can't make it; i'm packing up and moving back to England permanently, that day.
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