This kind of crept up on me today. I just didn’t know that it was national poetry day at all. If I had known I’d have done something to celebrate, I’d have at least read one or two of my favourite poems, but I’ve sort of missed the boat.
I’ll have to do something a bit more next year.
I’d been wondering for a while where these poetry cards had disappearted to, and then, when I found my little pencil box which also has an abacus inside it, there were the cards, all ready to use. I was really pleased to have found both again.
I had no idea at all! But it is for real. Today is National Poetry day, so I think I’ll celebrate by reading some of my favourite poems and poets a bit later on.
Also, the Poetry Library has launched a new eloans scheme so you can get audiobooks and ebooks of poetry from them wherever you are. I think I’m going to take advantage of that very soon too.
I’m a big fan of Guy Masterson’s work. His “Under Milk Wood” was incredible, so when I’m in Edinburgh I always make an effort to see whatever it is that he’s in. This year the only thing that he was doing that coincided with my time at the fringe was “Anthem for a Doomed Youth”. His readings of World War 1 poetry. It was very good. Very powerful, and as always with Guy Masterson, full of emotion and meaning and at times, even humor.
At some point I’d love to see his “Under Milk Wood” again. I really hope he performs it somewhere I can get to at some point.
I climbed the Scott Monument on my last day in Edinburgh. The last time I was in the city it wasn’t open to the public. Although that was a long time ago now.
I’m glad I did it. It was certainly an experience, but not for everyone I shouldn’t think, and certainly not in very heavy wind and rain.
Moving around and not moving around.
A thought, an impression.
I spent a very pleasant hour recently in the Poetry Library at the Southbank centre. I’ve been a member of the Poetry Library almost since it first opened, and it is truly a national treasure.
It is such a peaceful place, such a great place to sit and read poetry (of course) and discover new writing.
When I worked full time in London I used to make a lot more use of it, but now I only get to pop in every now and then. Even so, it is a joy to visit it every now and then. I hope to get to use it more.
If you want to find the National Poetry Library
Here’s a map to show you where it is. I’d certainly recommend it as a great place to visit