I did a Christina Rossetti presentation today. "Goblin Market" what an oddment, like a Victorian elephant foot knick-knack. Or so I thought, until we did the ( Read more... )

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I finally found it! And I wasn't even looking! Noel Coward's parody of Edith Sitwell's poetry: a wonderful anthology entitled "Chelsea Buns". In a junk shop. Joy ( Read more... )

No idea why: I feel like filling Livejournal with creations, so be it- I read this poem at a Brockley poetry evening last year, in a smoky room full of odd hats and odder haircuts served with houmous, pitta and pickled peppers, amazed at how much easier it was to read poetry when you are not surrounded by a heaving mass of public-school males ( Read more... )

Dull day... but I completed a poem begun in NY ( Read more... )

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Party atmospherics Chez Cecily for birthday fun... very student-y, de trop, de trop, quel surprise. The Importance of Being Drag-gy, lots of swapping of costume- Radclyffe's heart is entirely eaten out, the Skeleton Londoner is surpassed by an ex-Ted's e-sporting rendition of a bag-lady. What an good old bean, if perhaps tasteless. Others: bearded ( Read more... )

Welcome one and all, for what is she but a facade ( Read more... )