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📚 It's August, which means the #SealeyChallenge is underway! To help you on your journey to read a book every day this month, The Poetry Society has gotten in touch with poets we've recently worked with for some recommendations.

Next up is Ian Duhig, who is on the judging panel for (...)
August 24, 2025 at 9:00 AM
Michael Hofmann accompanied me to the lido.
May 14, 2025 at 9:52 PM
I love the way Michael Hofmann describes Wallace Stevens as “the Matisse among poets” and “imitating a whole orchestra, not despising the triangle.” (Behind the Lines by Michael Hofmann, published by Faber & Faber.)
May 14, 2025 at 7:44 AM
Today at the lido: 18 degrees in the water. Cycled 10KM here and about to cycle the 10KM home after a gorgeous swim. Forgot to bring a sandwich.
May 13, 2025 at 12:01 PM
After two months using the leisure centre’s sweat-drenched yoga mats, I finally rested my third eye on my own mat.
March 2, 2025 at 12:28 PM
I’ve been in love with James Taylor and Carole King for nearly half a century. Lovely programme on the telly. ❤️
January 25, 2025 at 9:31 PM
Christmas treats.
December 28, 2024 at 11:06 PM
Happy birthday to William Blake and to me.
November 28, 2024 at 9:27 PM
Holy Trinity Church in Blythburgh is very special to me. Such a joy to find Humphrey Jennings—my latest poetry crush— looking at the same rafters in his poem ‘Blythburgh’.
October 20, 2024 at 7:25 AM
Dreamt I was with Humphrey Jennings on the terrace at Tate Modern. HJ was filming Hieronymous Bosch’s Ascent of the Blessed against the backdrop of St Paul’s at night. It was my job to turn on and off off an enormous floodlight. (I blame @jntod.bsky.social ’s wonderful poetry Substack.)
October 13, 2024 at 9:07 AM
Now finished the unfinished autobiography tra-la.
Having a very serious holiday romance with Louis MacNeice. It started with Selected Poems (ed by Auden), then raced on to his unfinished autobiography. My marriage is now in tatters; LM poems sound so goddam good read aloud.
September 1, 2024 at 1:28 PM
Having a very serious holiday romance with Louis MacNeice. It started with Selected Poems (ed by Auden), then raced on to his unfinished autobiography. My marriage is now in tatters; LM poems sound so goddam good read aloud.
August 30, 2024 at 4:28 AM
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The violent fascist riots in the UK may be over for now. I begin to hope so. But it’s not sufficient to say they were ‘not British’. White supremacism is woven into history, culture, language. Here’s a thread of UK-based poets who have written about how this can be found in everyday situations.
August 8, 2024 at 7:31 PM
Been thinking about this. Malcolm Lowry and also Jean Rhys. After Leaving Mr Mackenzie is a work of genius.
Who do you think is the best (not 'greatest') English (not Welsh, Scottish or Irish) novelist of the 20th century? It's a crowded field, and I'll start the ball rolling with Richard Hughes (1900-1976). Any takers?
July 15, 2024 at 6:26 PM
What has gone wrong, that we should all seem to be made of paper and straw? John Cheever, Journals, The Sixties

Wonderful book.
July 15, 2024 at 4:56 PM
June 5, 2024 at 4:12 PM
I know I make a symbol
Of the foxglove on the wall.
It is because it knows you.

from Dear Bryan Wynter by WS Graham
June 5, 2024 at 3:56 PM
I write about myself with the same pencil and in the same exercise book as him. It is no longer I, but another whose life is just beginning.
May 5, 2024 at 9:34 AM
The warmth and light beginning to go now. Coffin on its way. Fade. Gone. (Gardening Samuel Beckett style.)
December 2, 2023 at 12:54 PM
“Great quiet over land and sea. No transistors. No excrutiating 2-strokes. Stone & stones everywhere, often golden, outcrop & innumerable walls.”
Samuel Beckett, Letter from Malta
November 30, 2023 at 9:10 AM
Roquefort salad with pancetta, walnuts, mixed leaves and cherry tomatoes. In your face, Monday.
November 20, 2023 at 7:02 PM
Yesterday at the lido: 12 degrees in the water, swimmimg felt heavenly. Today at the lido: 11.5 degrees in the water, swimming felt difficult. Like swimming in different seasons, just one day apart. #coldwaterswimming
October 31, 2023 at 11:29 PM
“Nice roughish sea today. Let it batter me twice.”

September 1972 letter from Malta to Barbara Bray from Samuel Beckett.
October 25, 2023 at 8:17 AM
I made a carrot cake. Delicious.
October 18, 2023 at 2:55 PM
If you read only one thing today, make it this beautifully written piece by André Naffis-Sahely for Poetry London.

poetrylondon.co.uk/i-will-be-su...
‘i will be survived by myself / and the many times that i still have to die’ – Discover – Po...
poetrylondon.co.uk
October 17, 2023 at 12:27 PM