Natalie Whittaker
@natalie-whittaker.bsky.social
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Poet and Teacher. Book: 'The Point Is You Are Alive'. Pamphlets: 'Tree' and 'Shadow Dogs'
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I'll be reading from my @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social book, The Point Is You Are Alive, alongside @marymulholland.bsky.social Wendy Allen and @alicehiller.bsky.social, at The Poetry Cafe, Tuesday 28th October, 7pm-9pm!

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The earliest poem in this collection was written in 2012, the most recent in 2024... twelve years and two pamphlets later this book is in the world - The Point Is You Are Alive! @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social
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Great to hear 😀. That's one of @kovesi.bsky.social 's favourites too 💙
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We read and responded to prose poems by Anne Boyer, Margaret Atwood and @natalie-whittaker.bsky.social

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Lovely to hear that you're teaching my poems @julieirigaray.bsky.social !
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We had such a fantastic evening learning about writing the Prose Poem with @julieirigaray.bsky.social!

If you missed it don't despair, we will definitely run it again.
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It'd be lovely if you could join me online to celebrate the publication of my latest @brokensleepbooks.bsky.social publication, 'A hobby of mine'. 30 April from 8pm, and I'll be in some fine poetic company as you can see from the below. Link: www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/broken-sle...
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My favourite SE London poet (a brilliant working-class writer too) Natalie Whittaker, formerly published by Oxford Brookes Poetry Centre's #ignitionpress, publishes her first full collection with Broken Sleep Books soon, and we should all be excited:
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Natalie Whittaker - The Point Is You Are Alive | Broken Sleep Books
Natalie Whittaker’s The Point Is You Are Alive is an intricate and unflinching meditation on loss, memory, and survival. Moving between intimate recollection and sharp social observation, Whittaker’s ...
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PREORDER (30.04.2025):

The Point Is You Are Alive moves between intimate recollection and sharp social observation. Whittaker’s poetry inhabits the raw spaces between grief and persistence, presence and absence.

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A book cover with a light blue background. The title, The Point Is You Are Alive, is displayed at the top in bold, dark green serif font, with the author's name, Natalie Whittaker, in a smaller green serif font beneath it. In the centre, there is an aerial view of moss. At the bottom, the publisher's name, Broken Sleep Books, appears in dark green serif text. The design is minimalistic, with a natural and serene aesthetic. some new flats look like Jenga blocks against the sky        a man walks past looking at his phone        not looking at his phone        the bus to Bellingham rounds the corner        a sign says        This is a Public Space Protection Order Area        Pick up after your dog        Put your dog on a lead when instructed to do so by an authorised officer        Max 6 dogs        Do not walk more than 6 dogs        dogs have been causing problems around here        problems beyond imagining        a woman I know stops and chats with me        I tell her how busy I am        so busy        so tired        she says        I’m not surprised        I don’t know how you do it all        by which I think she means all the time I spend        telling people how busy        and tired I am        a fun-size Snickers wrapper skids through full-size leaves        a girl is sat outside a café        in an orange faux fur jacket        orange faux fur jacket        leopard print skirt        black DMs        she looks so confident        and real        I envy people their south-facing balconies        I wish my life contained more south-facing balconies        where are the pigeons walking        with such purpose Not Again


When I came home that night you were raving
to the shipping forecast in the kitchen,
moving with the grace of a broken puppet
and wearing the hair of the dog; his brown fur.
I said you bring me peace like an earthquake.
You turned on the smashed-up tiles and said watch
what happens when one person screams at night
then screamed at the night. The whole city screamed 
back; echoes smacking around cars and lampposts.
Only the shaved dog stayed silent. I knew
in the morning the sparrows would drop eggshells
like our thoughts all snappish and empty,
and somewhere a fox was gargling acid
and fishponds reflected the obvious stars.