Three poems by Picador poet Richard Meier have been set to music and will be performed by Kreutzer Quartet & The New London Chamber Choir. Two of the poems are taken from Richard's debut collection, Misadventure.
Gerard Woodward’s poetry has long been admired for its sharp and unflinching eye, its fearless surrealism, its blacker-than-black humour, and its ability to find a little abyss in any detail, no matter how innocuous or domestic. Here, he explains the astrological reasons behind the increasing space between his poetry books.
Don’t read this. I’m supposed to be writing a piece for this blog about my new book of poems, but I’m doing this instead. Don’t you do this? It’s dark outside, the leaves are yellowing, the sausage-dog draft excluder is wedged against the back door, and you’re reading this while I do something else, though I don’t know what it is yet.