Saturday, 31 July 2010
Friday, 30 July 2010
Wednesday, 28 July 2010
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Sunday, 25 July 2010
Trinity Artists, Bath, 26 July 2010
Friday, 23 July 2010
Win four shortlisted first collections!
Thursday, 22 July 2010
Shadowtrain 34 is out...
Wednesday, 21 July 2010
Free Verse Journal Roundtable on the State of Poetry Publishing
Tuesday, 20 July 2010
Another take on Scott Thurston's reading of Internal Rhyme at Furzeacres
Sunday, 18 July 2010
Saturday, 17 July 2010
Tuesday, 13 July 2010
Women's Innovative Poetry & Cross-Genre Festival, 14-16 July, London
Monday, 12 July 2010
Scott Thurston's Internal Rhyme and the Occasional Reading Series at Furzeacres
To date there have been 21 readings. The last event for this year was Scott Thurston reading Internal Rhyme (Shearsman 2010). It is hoped that the 22nd reading will take place in early Spring 2011."
Sunday, 11 July 2010
Wednesday, 7 July 2010
Congratulations Matt Bryden, winner in this year's Templar pamphlet competition
Tuesday, 6 July 2010
Dublin reading podcasts
Monday, 5 July 2010
"Notes from the underground: a fresh breed of literary magazines"
Saturday, 3 July 2010
"Imagined Sons 18" up at Iowa Review
Thursday, 1 July 2010
Another appreciative review of The Tethers in New Welsh Review
"In places the word choice is archaic: vocabulary includes ‘cherish’, ‘yearn’, ‘forebore’ and ‘nay’; but her fondness for such language fits with her at times Shakespearian inflexion. She deploys elevated diction, as in ‘asseverated your sincerity without reserve’, and in places uses academic discourse to interesting effect: ‘There is a London winter hermeneutic at work/ well into April’. In general, her raised diction and meditative cadence succeed in capturing the register and rhythm of the mind’s pensive voice, as at the close of ‘The Honeymoon of Our Attraction’: ‘Of the wave’s surge I know only/ I stand soddened.’
"Elsewhere, she can write with startling clarity and imagery, as in ‘Biopsy’: ‘This is my body. This is my heart,/ standing aside like a child at the zoo’; and in the fine lines which close the collection from ‘The World at Dusk’: ‘When at last I walked to the postbox, afternoon/ was everywhere. I had decades to live’.
"This book will be enjoyed by a readership that is both general and academic, and on either side of the Atlantic. Carrie Etter’s poetry stems from strong geographical roots and, unlike some contemporary poets, she shows an awareness of her literary heritage. Dedicated to her late father, The Tethers is a fine tribute and promising debut, filled with intelligent observation and written with precision."