My name is Rob. I am a washed-up broken wreck of a man. Only some of this is attributable to alcohol.
At present, however, I have reason to be chipper, having recently returned to live in my beloved… 142 more words
I want to have time to visit Holbeck Cemetry. It’s down to spending too much time reading Tony Harrison’s poetry. Tony Harrison, in the opinion of many, was the only poet around, after the death of Ted Hughes who had the power, talent and depth of poetry to take over from his fellow Yorkshireman as Poet Laureate. 1,609 more words
It’s been a busy week for the CPP!
On Saturday we welcomed the T.S. Eliot Prize Tour to Durham, in association with the Poetry Book Society and Durham Book Festival – Deryn Rees-Jones, Philip Gross, and our very own Paul Batchelor gave spellbinding readings in the grand setting of Durham Town Hall. 274 more words