No States, man

After the overconfidence of last week, I was left feeling a little less confident on Thursday, especially after loads of nudging and outright ordering on Wednesday to buy a copy of The New Statesman as my poem didn’t end up being included.

I was out for work all day and got home late after a lovely meal with colleagues and the account managers for a supplier of ours, and hadn’t managed to find a copy in any newsagents in the Shoreditch/Old Street area, so my little heart leapt when I got home to see a copy on the kitchen table—thank you Rachael and Flo.

I flicked through it about 12 times, but no sign of my poem. I was gutted as there’s an excellent article in there about Will Sergeant’s autobiography, and I suspect this is the closest I’ll get to sharing anything with a Bunnyman.

It turns out another article came in on Monday and so I was bumped. It shall still happen though; I will be in there eventually (aside from me sticking my poem into the current issue).

It’s all good though. This week has redeemed itself after nine hours of driving across country to the edge of Wales. We have landed in the most peaceful and silent place in the world. Just what we all needed.

A glorious view to wake up to
Not where we’re staying, but loved these buoys hanging outside someone’s home

I’ve brought some work to do this week and what I’m now starting to worry isn’t enough books. I have a review I must write this week, I’m hoping I may actually manage a poem of my own (not worried if I don’t though.)

I note today is the first day of The Sealey Challenge. I’ve never heard of it before, but it sounds like a good idea. I won’t be actively taking part, but I think I manage at least some reading of poems almost every day of the year, so I won’t beat myself up for not joining in. Most of my reading this week is magazines anyway to help alleviate some of the TBR backlog.

It seemed apt to be reading this as my first holiday read.

And this seemed even more apt as Rach and Flo have just been stung by a wasp on the way back from a walk.

Ok, it’s not about wasps, but I’m working with what I have here…like I’m in the A-Team or something. (I note the A-Team movie is on the shelf here, I may have to watch that this week for all of it’s glorious awfulness). The poem above is by Graham Mort and he is one of the many poets sat on the aforementioned TBR pile, so circularity wins again.

Final note, please add to your playlists, etc this by my mates Simon and Dan.

THE WEEK IN STATS


13.5k , Some couch to 5k as I work my way back to calf-confidence.
0 hangovers
0 x acceptances
1 rejections: Bad Lillies – a lovely rejection
0 poems worked on:
0 new Submissions:
14 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, but one planned and about to be started after I finish this
4 reviews to write (I’ve read two of the books)
0 weeks without cigarettes…
0 Days since drinking
9 hours in the fucking car
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green

* To date, not this week. Christ!!

TITLE GIVEAWAY

Not a sausage

READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC

Read
Alan Buckley: Touched. 
Poetry Wales #56.3

Music
Masters Of the Hemisphere: I Am Not. A Freedom
Clairo: Sling
Laura Veirs: Year Of Meteors
Glenn Branca: Symphony No.13 for 100 Guitars
Ash: Islands
Ballet School: The Dew Lasts An Hour
Betty Wright: Live
Beth Orton: Trailer Park
AA Boney: When The Devil’s Loose
July Skies: The English Cold
Fruit Bats: Siamese Dream., Absolute Loser
Smashing Pumpkins: Siamese Dream, Gish, Mellon Collie
The Wedding Present: Live 2012
Tethers: Minor Moon
Songs Ohia: Axxess & AceParquet Courts: Human Performance
The Hollies: Butterfly
Cassandra Jenkins: An Overview of phenomenal Nature
Lucy Dacus: Video Games
Joe Wong: Nite Creatures
Flock of Dimes: Head of Roses


Zooms, etc
None

Radio/Podcasts
The Archers

Ordered
Inua Ellams: The Actual…
John McCullough: Reckless Paper Birds
Olga Dermot Bond: A Sky full of Strange Specimens
Finished Creatures #5

Arrived
Olga Dermot Bond: A Sky full of Strange Specimens
Finished Creatures #5
Stand

 


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