In which I mutter very briefly about the gathering darkness of the world, and writing, tell you about the SOMETIMES A WILD GOD poster (only £5!) and point you in the direction of Martin Shaw’s good words and a few others’ at that.
It’s been a long time since I wrote here. It’s been a long time since I wrote anywhere, more than a biro scribble on the back of a receipt, usually a shopping list or the phone number of someone I should call about something that I can’t quite remember, probably something to do with the mighty Hedgespoken truck. I look back on long days of leisure with a laugh, not bitterly, but with amazement.
The book of the poem, Sometimes a Wild God, has gone on sale in the Hedgespoken Press online shop.
Very soon, we’ll be putting these beautiful books for sale in our online shop – here’s some previews and a link to the shop…
This, from Aeon online magazine, on the 12th of October, is absolutely brilliant. Great writing. Burning truths, unflinchingly told. Jay Griffiths writes here about shamanism, metaphor, artists, fools and the imbalance in our allegiance to the hemispheres of our brains. There is a clarion call in this writing to remember that realm of our own… Continue reading Jay Griffiths – Forests of the mind
This is a very fine poem! It’s poetry like this that makes me want to learn more about how to write my words well. If life is the dance of form and emptiness (to mix mythologies in a probably unforgivable way) then writing is something of the same. My relationship with the emptiness is good;… Continue reading A poem: The Simple Man Arriving Through the Fields by David Troupes