Pinch me
Whew! Finished planning the lesson plan for my Narrative & Myth series of Writing Poetry workshops. Everyone's paid up and the whole kit and kaboodle can actually go ahead. Yay! Still have to write it up my notes though because one of the participants does the workshop via email.

He's so very keen on writing poetry! Everything is wonderment. I really like that.


And it looks like Mortal will be stocked at the Dylan Thomas Centre Bookshop!


So where might I be heading off in the next wee while? Oxford, Edinburgh, Australia, Berlin and Bath.


My next chapbook may have a letterpress cover! Still a ways off yet but maybe soon...


Please don't pinch me. I don't want to wake up.


I'm trying very, very hard to get a poetry reading in London.


I borrowed a copy of The Gift by Lewis Hyde from the library recently and it's been hard to leave the Introduction:

...every modern artist who has chosen to labor with a gift must sooner or later wonder how he or she is to survive in a society dominated by market exchange.

I think in my case I don't really have to commoditise my poetry very much [books might be a commodity but it is a desired outcome by the writer, anyway, so I don't think it rankles at all] but I can do so with my skills and my experience. I can share what I know and those who want to learn might benefit from that, whether with new poems or the knowledge of how to approach a writing problem or block in the future.

But what do I know? Hee!
- posted by Ivy @ 3:41 PM ¦ | ¦