Graeme Richardson

@ravoon.bsky.social

Poetry Critic for the Sunday Times. Anglican Priest. Poetry Collection, "Dirt Rich", out from Carcanet. TLS contributor since 2010. All views very much my own.

I really admire Emily Wilson, but I find this (and much of the LRB review around it) just silly. And weirdly immature. If you would genuinely "be ashamed" to have written "any part" of a script in a successul much-seen film, your privilege is showing.

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Norman MacCaig. There is something in the vowel sounds set against the showman rhythms, that feels like deadpan delivery by someone holding back a belly laugh: a sort of Les Dawson affect.

The title poem of Frank Ormsby's book captures the rhythm of the Tumbling Paddy so well. Frank's book is a thing of beauty. Among all the noise and hoopla surrounding books of much inferior quality I hope it isn't overlooked.

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calling all yorkshire folk - i’ll be running a free poetry workshop this weekend at Goole Museum on finding yourself in the archive. we’ll be going through the collection and writing poems that explore our place alongside pier portraiture and local artefacts. come keep me company!

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I kind of admire the horrible honesty of think-pieces like this, but I’d personally give either of my sons both kidneys, survive as a brain in a jar and not care if they only sent a Christmas card every third year

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Australian poet Francis Webb, born Francis Charles Webb-Wagg, spent long periods in psychiatric hospitals in Norfolk in the 1950s and 60s, but his poems from these years seem never to have entered British poetic consciousness, which is a terrible shame.

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