Medha Singh

@medhawrites.bsky.social

Poet, editor and translator. Edinburgh. SciencesPo, UoE / TEDx / New Writer Awardee ‘23 (Scottish Book Trust). www.medhawrites.com

Carson - completely well deserved and how great it is that poets have started winning the Nobel Prize again; the hope was great indeed when Louise Gluck earned it, today it has cemented. This is a great day for all poets who are women.

As AI continues to threaten the world of literature with its vestigial, non feeling and imitative capacity, I expect the memoir and life writing market to explode in the next ten years. What I hadn't quite confronted: a part of being human is an effervescence in us, flowing towards other bodies.

We had a remarkable edition of Les Bijoux: Poetry at the Boundary. It was the tenth in our series and has happily moved to the Boubdary Bar on Leith Walk. That stained glass is a definite improvement.

Friends, I am reading at the Shore Poets, Edinburgh on the 23rd at Waverley Bar. 6.00 PM door open. On the 27th for Still Point, KIng's College litmag - this is at The Ship, 134 New Cavendish Street (near Euston), 7:30pm.

I'm thrilled to say that Afterbody was launched to a full house at the Scottish Poetry Library! Afterbody saw all come together: you could throw a stone into this audience and it would land on a poet. Thanks to Rob Mackenzie, an important literary citizen in our little world of Scottish poetry.

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"The sequence is gorgeous, poignant, beautifully evocative and strange, masterfully subtle, yet poetically exhilarating… Afterbody will properly announce Singh as one of the most notable emerging #poets in #Scotland.” —Alan Gillis Do come for the launch of Afterbody (Blue Diode Press). 26th, SPL.

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'Seven Brussels Sprouts.' (1955) Delicately painted with meticulous detail, Eliot Hodgkin captures the crisp waxy green beauty of a vegetable that in the year this work was painted was too often boiled to oblivion.

'Seven Brussels Sprouts.' (1955)
Delicately painted with meticulous detail, Eliot Hodgkin captures the crisp waxy green beauty of a vegetable that in the year this work was painted was too often boiled to oblivion.