What not to do in Poetry Class

Posted on October 8, 2012 by Cathy Dreyer — 9 Comments

Bollocks. Why do I take these risks? I forget that the stakes are quite high in these places and that it matters, or at least it does to me, how I feel when I go out the door. I’m talking…

Mobile words of consolation. Poetry Parnassus at the Royal Festival Hall

Posted on June 30, 2012 by Cathy Dreyer — 3 Comments

Poetic patterning bumped up against a mechanical metre yesterday. I went to London’s Royal Festival Hall to hear Seamus Heaney, Kay Ryan, Wole Soyinka and four other world-class poets read their work. Half way through Soyinka’s reading, someone’s mobile phone…