Category Archives: poetry
Ken White Overtakes like shite: Less of a driver, More of a blight.
From a passive-aggressive note: via rhodri, and with apologies to William Carlos Williams: We require someone on drums which explains this advert to which previous applicants may reapply except Graham Forgive us we can only handle so much loud cowbell.
A (possibly) hitherto-unknown letter from Dylan Thomas to his friend Vernon Watkins. Found in the attic. I’m not making this up.
Mary had a choriamb As her prosodic measure. Although it beat up anapests, ‘Twas but a pyrrhic pleasure. Anapests retaliate And spondee up your foot, Molossifying double iambs Till your rhyme’s kaput. (addedentry started all this.)
The Poet Laura-eate provides two perspectives on the problem of the colour of one’s poppies. I tend these days to wear a red poppy. But then I’m not wearing it entirely for myself any more: I’m also wearing it for … Continue reading