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Monthly Archives: March 2012

A poet’s room (after Oppen)

A poet’s room, these days, is probably his girlfriend’s, or an upstairs corner of his mother’s house – unless, with luck, he’s made it big, or, being smart, just married into money.

Why Peter Ackroyd publishes more than me

Her argument Peter Ackroyd is a genius. Peter Ackroyd is a workaholic. Peter Ackroyd is a Brilliant Man. My argument Peter Ackroyd doesn’t have a girlfriend.

A difficulty (The End)

She said she didn’t want to be with someone else. But the one she wanted to be with wasn’t me.

Why my ex-wife and I didn’t have that much sex

She thought it was normal to be in bed at 10 o’clock. I thought it was normal to be in bed at 10 o’clock. Pretty soon, it turned out there were two 10 o’clocks.

A logical proposal

Do nice things for people. That way, they’ll be forced to kiss your ass.

Florence + the Machine

at Alexandra Palace, reviewed. — For theartsdesk

theASHtray, vol.6

This week delving into the mysteries of Blood Cars, the Olympics, the (very) near future, the poppiest of pop literature, Antarctic exploration, organ donation – of both the voluntary and involuntary sort – and questionable legal defences in late-C.20th Caribbean culture. — For theartsdesk

Liela Moss is probably a witch

… but in the good way. The Duke Spirit play KOKO, reviewed. — For theartsdesk

War Horse: (a tangent to) the real story

Channel Four runs with variation on Michael Morpurgo’s dubious theme – reviewed. — For theartsdesk

theASHtray, vol.5

In which we hear more about Klinghoffer, camp terrorism, vultures, fake boobs, Cape Town, Debussy, The West Wing, and the aftermath of sex with Willie Nelson. — For theartsdesk