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Poet, photographer & blogger Mary Macpherson has posted an interview with me on her blog, about The Continuing Adventures of Alice Spider which was published recently by Anomalous Press. You can read the interview here:
http://marymacphoto.wordpress.com/2013/03/29/wellington-poet-published-in-us/
This week I am the guest editor at the Tuesday Poem site where I have posted a poem by the wonderful US poet Aracelis Girmay (it’ll be up just after midnight). Well worth checking out!
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2011 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 11,000 times in 2011. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 4 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
Yesterday marked the 29th anniversary of Neil Roberts’ death. Neil blew himself up outside the Wanganui Computer Centre in 1982, as a protest action. Here’s a link to an earlier post about Neil.
No Future – in memory of Neil Roberts.
and here’s a photo I stole off the Neil Roberts – New Zealand’s own Guy Fawkes Facebook page.
Now and then I like to play around with poetic forms and recently I’ve been having fun with triolets. The triolet is a French form originating in the 14th century. It has 8 lines and involves a lot of repetition.
It goes:
A
B
a
A
a
b
A
B
ie the first two lines are repeated at the end and the first line is also the 4th line (as well as being the 7th line). The rhyme scheme means that there are 2 rhymes – one for the 1st, 3rd, 4th, 5th and 7th lines and another for the rest.
Traditionally triolets were written in iambic pentameter (dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dum dee dum) but I haven’t bothered about that. Here’s one of my (not very good) attempts to give you the idea.
No Skin
for years he had no skin
the slightest slight was felt too keenly
reaching too far in
for years he had no skin
his barriers had all worn thin
his innards had become exposed – unseemly
for years he had no skin
the slightest slight was felt too keenly
and here’s a link to a really good one by British poet Wendy Cope.
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