Daffs as a brush

I’m cockahoop

NB: Autocorrect tried to change this to cockatoos, and I’m here for it. That could be a great first line for a poem…

*makes note on the back of an envelope*

*loses envelope*

Actually, I wrote a poem this week. It felt weird, I think it’s the first time in about a month or more that this has happened. Not exactly writer’s block or a drought, but I’m glad to have committed pen to paper (and it was an actual pen on some actual paper – I’m old fashioned like that for early drafts. However, this isn’t going to turn into one of those posts about writing methods. There are far too many of those about. The answer to the question of How do you write is IT DOESN’T MATTER AS LONG AS YOU DO.

While we’re own the subject of writing, perhaps we can shift attention to reading…Have you read Mr Stewart’s excellent post asking if poets read enough poetry. I don’t know the answer to this, but I suspect the answer is somewhere to be found between yes and no, or yes, some do and no, some don’t. He raises the strong point that the volume of submissions tends to outweigh the readership for a magazine (and that’s before we get to book/pamphlet purchasing).

I think it was Butcher’s Dog that noted they had 1764 poems to consider for their next issue. We don’t know how many poets submitted, but if their submission page states 3 per sub, then we can roughly surmise that circa 588 people sent poems in. It could be more, it could be less, but it’s still a lot.

If we factor in this tweet then we know that the maths just don’t work…Go and read the post from Matthew and see the replies to him for more details. Obviously, not everyone can afford to subscribe to everything (or in many cases, anything) and nobody expects that, and we must raise our glasses to those that continue to publish mags, pamphlets and books in the face of such complicated economics.

Now, I think I mentioned cockahoop cockatoos earlier ( That’s going in the title giveaway). I am cockahoop because I’ve finally managed to change the leaking tap in our kitchen. It doesn’t sound like much, but I’d see it as far more important than the act of writing a poem. Maybe I can go full Adrian Mole and get a poem out of it, but I wouldn’t want to, er, faucet…

In other water-based poetry news (and I’m pretty sure that’s a section that should be on most news sites), I’ve finally worked out why I keep getting the urge to sing Julian Cope’s ‘I Wandered Lonely As A Cloud’ every morning.

It’s taken me nearly three months to realise that it’s because our new shower (another leaking thing replaced, but not by me – that’s way above my pay grade/ abilities) makes the same noise as the first 4 seconds of this song, and so my brain has been filling in the blanks whenever I have a shower. And then as soon as I remember the title I start thinking about daffodils. No idea why though…(Insert smiley face emoji)

And then, because you know I love a connection between things) I connected some other dots. On the way to Norfolk the other weekend, my friend and I were listening to New Fast Automatic Daffodils (I know you all do all of the time, but it was the first time in ages for me). The New Fads as they are affectionately known got their name from an Adrian Henri poem.

And what were we driving back to Norfolk for/to do? *Insert Mind blown gif*

Right, mentions of Adrian Henri are like buses, but I will promise here and now now to make a third reference next week.

While I’m in full draw-your-attention-to-things mode (and harking back to posts from last week) it would be remiss of me not to send you towards the Friday Poem to read

A) the poem published on a Friday. This week it was Emma Simon‘s excellent ‘ Part of me can’t hear the moon calling any more’.
B) The interview with Seren’s Amy Wack
C) My review of Martha Sprackland’s ‘Citadel’


15ishK , Some couch to 5k and an actual 5k as I work my way back to calf-confidence.
c.0 hangovers, despite some good effort on Friday
0 x acceptances
2 rejections: 14 Lines (assumed), Poetry Ireland
1 poem worked on: How Do You Like Them Apples (working title)
0 new Submissions: Nearly sent to Butcher’s Dog, but didn’t.Probably glad I didn’t now..
20 poems currently out for submission.
68 Published poems*: Was 69, but one was not used in the end, having been accepted.
41 Poems* finished by unpublished
27 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 Review* written
4reviews to write
0 weeks without cigarettes…
0 Days since drinking (if one glass of wine counts)
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!


A Month Of Moths


Wendy Pratt: My Body As A Horse
The Tangerine #9


Jo Quail: From The Sea
Turin Brakes: Invisible Storm, JackInABox, Lost Property
Lucy Dacus: Home Movie
New Fast Automatic Daffodils: Body Exit Mind, Pigeonholes, Love It All
The Tallest Man On Earth: Dark Bird Is Home, I Love You, It’s A Fever Dream, When the Bird Sees The Solid Ground, The Wild Hunt
Tamaryn: Tender New Signs
Taylor Swift: Evermore, Fearless
Twilight Singers: live in New York
Underworld: Barbara
Unwed Sailor: Truth Or ConsequencesThe Mission: Neverland
Mitski: Be The Cowboy
The Cure:Anniversary
Collections of Colonies of Bees: Flocks, Customer
David Grubbs &. Taku Unami: Comet Meta
The Foxhole Companion: The King’s Choice

Teachers S2
Love Island
Waking The Dead S7

Zooms, etc

The Archers
Grandbag’s Funeral
The Poet Laureate Goes To His Shed


The Trousers from last week, but they need to go back


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