Ireland’s non-profit RTE Radio 1 recently interviewed poet and translator George Szirtes and Aengus Woods, a philosophy student at the New School, about W.G. Sebald. The eighteen minute conversa… more →
Vertigo: Collecting & Reading W.G. Sebaldwrote 3 months ago: In a country as unstable, so prone to invasion and revolutionary change, the poetry of stability has … more →
wrote 3 months ago: Slowly recovering from my August vacation. Many discussions on various forums which, though interest … more →
wrote 6 months ago: Having your own blog must be one of the easiest ways to reach an audience. Yet for every aspiring w … more →
wrote 7 months ago: Back from Warwick, which George described as the Las Vegas of the Midlands. (George lied.) On the wh … more →
wrote 9 months ago: George Szirtes, poet and translator from Hungarian, has written a post outlining his ideas about the … more →
wrote 11 months ago: Cinema started as simple, single-shot, full-length proscenium compositions resembling theater, the o … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Today, a new poem from George Szirtes. The Death of Woolworths George Szirtes I feel like a vult … more →
wrote 1 year ago: As I wrote last night, my mental faculties have been pretty much nil lately, and I’ve been awa … more →
wrote 1 year ago: God knows where words go. Dust to dust. The poet loves and distrusts them. Someone must. Trust no on … more →
wrote 1 year ago: I am waiting outside Dr George Szirtes’ office in the UEA Arts building. Fliers of some of Cla … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Do not act out words. Never act out words. Never try to leave the floor when you talk about flying. … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Ireland’s non-profit RTE Radio 1 recently interviewed poet and translator George Szirtes and A … more →
wrote 1 year ago: Last week, another collection that was a gift from Katharine – my most faithful supplier of po … more →
wrote 1 year ago: A line I liked by Louise Gluck: “it seemed an honor to have a mouth.” From Sam Beckett … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Image by Rachel Rawlins Try to imagine death as a phone call. Say you have just called your mother o … more →
wrote 2 years ago: …no one could tell where the land ended and the sea began… Waterlog: Journeys Around an … more →
wrote 2 years ago: Known a fair number of them. Heard the first squeak of them from inside a box or cage. Watched them … more →
wrote 2 years ago: You can hear them screaming from here. In the dark their voices are fins suddenly plunging upwards f … more →
wrote 2 years ago: I have run across several books of poetry that acknowledge or reference W.G. Sebald. None of these b … more →