Jeremy Noel-Tod

@jntod.bsky.social

Poetry critic and editor. Norwich is my New York. Writing about poetry here: https://someflowerssoon.substack.com/

!! URGENT NORWICH SWEAR VOICE APPEAL !! We’re building an interactive UK swear map for our London show and we’re missing a proper Norwich voice. A real one, not someone doing an accent they heard on the telly once. Reckon you can do it ? DM us a voice note. You could end up in the exhibition.

*snarls* When I drop four cubes of ice Chimingly in a glass, and add Three goes of gin, a lemon slice, And let a ten-ounce tonic void In foaming gulps until it smothers Everything else up to the edge, I lift the lot in private pledge: He devoted his life to others.

Charles Beckett@charlesbeckett.bsky.social · last wk.

* I once lost a poetry recital competition judged by the (teetotal) Irish critic and historian Owen Dudley Edwards on the grounds that, because I was (probably) quite a nice person, I couldn't do full justice to the voice of the poem I had chosen to recite - Larkin's 'Sympathy in White Major'

Re the Emily Wilson discourse - her Dad (A N Wilson) was the king of literary feuds. A good family tradition. Best one was his feud with Bevis Hillier who hoaxed him into including a fake letter in his biography of Bejteman where the first letter of each sentence spelt "AN Wilson is a shit".

I took a phone (not my phone) to the phone shop to be fixed today. They asked me to scribble down my number for when it was done. In the context, it occurred to me what a miracle of convenient technology a biro and a lined ring-bound notepad would seem to most of the rest of human history.