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Wirral's Winter - Where?

Apparently, less than one percent of the world’s authors, writers and poets are published, and when I say ‘published’ I’m talking about published in the old-fashioned sense. Where a third-party deems your work suitable, worthy, and now MUCH more importantly - COMMERCIAL enough to publish.

So, given THAT information, it would seem that the notions, concepts and ideologies that have influenced the wh...

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Clay by Mandy Coe - Book Launch

Mandy Coe’s book launch took place last month at The Parr Street Studio 2, Liverpool. It was a wonderful venue for a launch; a room that looked as if Austin Powers had a hand in its design full of oranges and reds, filmed flames flickering on a wall, comfortable leather sofas.


Mandy w...

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Earning a crust

Studying Linguistics, which includes the rather dry sounding subject ‘Advanced Phonology’, is similar to drinking heavily. Each pastime has an adverse affect on your brain’s physiological capability, ...

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Talking Myself Home by Ian McMillan

Ian McMillan hosts a weekly show, The Verb, on BBC Radio 3 and is a regular on Newsnight Review, Have I got News For You?, and the Today Programme.

He is not your stereotypical poet; those dusty...

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POETS & …(YOU’VE HAD YOUR) CHIPS

For reasons even I can’t explain - some things are just meant to go together. Laurel and Hardy. Morecombe and Wise. Beans and Toast. This list is long. Perhaps, too long - but nowhere on it would yo...

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Wirral Meet Again...

The other night, Wigan’s self-proclaimed Wooden Horse and me went for a ride. Cajoled by a carefully scripted ‘Gig Guide’ feature, we made our way to an event that stated in no uncertain terms - ‘...

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A Tree With a Thousand Wings by Harish Meenashru

The first thing to say about this book is that it’s beautiful; I’m used to reading slim volumes of verse that all, no matter how good or indifferent the content is, tend to look the same. ‘A Tree with...

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Sirenator: The Rise of the Machines

`Poems are little machines made out of words'. Which, apparently, is what somebody once said when asked to explain just what is a poem? The more you think about - the more this utterance makes some so...

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The Wrong Trouser(s) Town

Hebden Bridge forms part of the Upper Calder Valley situated in amongst the hills of West Yorkshire. It shares its Metropolitan borders with those lesser known Yorkshire hamlets namely ‘Semi-conscio...

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The Dead House

Having spent a small but significant part of my life dealing with death, it was incumbent upon me to enter those bland, lifeless rooms - better known in some law enforcing circles as - The Dead Hou...

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Big Chill Festival

Words in Motion at The Big Chill 6-9 August 2009

 

The Big Chill started as the Big Deluge, catching us out as we tried to erect our tents in the dark on Thursday night. How I laughed whe...

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RIP Steven 'Seething' Wells

RIP Steven 'Seething' Wells : a tribute to my old ranting poetry comrade

 Just about to leave for Glasto on a Thursday morning, one final e-mail check...among the spam was a message from my footie...

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Hovis Presley Obituary

It was the 4th anniversary of Hovis's death earlier this month and we thought we'd mark it by reprinting Tony Hadoke's obituary. Richard was a regular at Write Out Loud and was a friend to many of us....

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Superheroes of slam - Bolton Leg

The Stranglers once asked ‘ Whatever happened to - all those Superheroes (of poetry)…’ or something like that. Well, none got their ears burnt, or watched a Rome burn - instead, they gathered at Bo...

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The Palace of Oblivion, by Peter Davidson

‘Lady of cultured pearls, fictitious skies, real shit:’
So goes the opening line of the first of a suite of poems, The Palace of Oblivion, which lends this collection its title. It’s a lofty conceit in...

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