David Wheatley
@nemoloris.bsky.social
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Cairngorm-regarder. Bairn-herder.
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I find myself teaching Mangan from an edition I produced ‘twenty golden years ago’. I love this lesser-known poem of his on coffee-drinking -
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Perhaps the single best academic study of nineteenth-century Irish poetry.
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Dafydd ap Gwilym and the poetry of the penis (tr. Matthew Francis).
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Is this Giotto painting as 'you-want-a-piece-of-this-then'-y as Jesus ever gets in Renaissance art, I wonder.
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There was a war Peloponnesian
that bled the Greeks dry like a lesion,
whose triremes and hoplites
encountered no stop lights,
but warred on all through killing ‘seision’.
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‘My first mention on legacy.com /automatically made Tony Anthony!’ Some grim humour here as afterlife imitates art for Tony Harrison.
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An uncollected TLS poem of Paul Muldoon's from 1984 comparing his fellow Northern Irish poets to types of cheese.
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A shaggy ink-cap at Bennachie.
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RIP Tony Harrison, my doughty early guide to life in the North of England. Leeds United currently two one up against Bournemouth.
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Larkin on bad reviews: ‘I read that I’m a miserable sort of fellow writing a kind of welfare-state sub-poetry, but it isn’t really what poetry is and it isn’t the sort of poetry we want... but I wonder if it ever occurs to the author of criticism like that that really, one agrees with them.’
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This book had nothing whatever to say about lemurs, refund now please.
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Stephen Spender called cannonballs the ‘genitals of death’.
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Splendid portrait of Queen Mary outside a room I was teaching in today.
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However lightly
downwards we pressed
from our weight too
the bench needs a rest
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Four previously unpublished poems by John Berryman. www.the-tls.com/literature/p...
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Living as I do with two actively-spraying cats (plus two non-sprayers) I feel actively haunted by this description by Ian Sansom of how old books can suddenly die.
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The Rutles (only the band The Beatles could have been) show some stoicism in the face of a never-to-be-realised ambition.
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At Glamis Castle, young Morven just said ‘That is Macbeth wearing the crown of the other king that he’s just killed.’
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John Toshack, poet. Top Tosh.
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A Gavin Ewart book cover of 1982 like wot they don’t make ‘em anymore.
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‘Adieu prince I have tasks a sewer project /and a decree on prostitutes and beggars.’ Zbigniew Herbert, ‘Elegy of Fortinbras.’
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This is Paul Muldoon reviewing Station Island in 1984.