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Caroline Hett
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Michael Hofmann accompanied me to the lido.
May 14, 2025 at 9:52 PM
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
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
This is the famous photo St Paul’s taken on the night of the second great fire of London, 29th/30th December 1940. It was taken from the roof of the Daily Mail offices in Tudor St by their chief photographer, Herbert Mason. I think Humphrey Jennings’s poem I See London is about that night.
October 14, 2024 at 2:33 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
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
Malcolm Lowry (with a beard).
May 5, 2024 at 12:20 AM
Singular goat.
March 23, 2024 at 11:10 PM
Same. I really like listening to Schubert’s lieder with cello in the place of the voice. Like this:
January 26, 2024 at 12:04 PM
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
The way Joyce is sitting on that chair reminds me of the way Freud sat on his chair. Freud’s chair was specifically designed to accommodate his legs over arm action.
November 16, 2023 at 8:41 AM
Her hand gestures are infinitely better than her letter-writing.
November 14, 2023 at 9:13 AM
November 2, 2023 at 1:10 PM
November 2, 2023 at 12:35 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
With a Freudian snip?
October 22, 2023 at 7:55 PM