Well, things are hotting up on the editing front now that I’m working on the next issue of Magma Poetry with Laurie Smith, reading, reading, reading, thinking too, sorting out content, gathering information.

 

Alongside all that, I’m still revising all the poems I wrote in April. It’s an amazing feeling to forget that you wrote a poem and then rediscover it. That’s what happens when I generate that much material! It may not be all be pearls, but it’s all unexpurgated material and much of it is ready to be put on the operating table, re-formed and sewn back together. Or maybe that’s not a good image. Dough then? Dough made of raw materials ready to be kneaded and re-formed into something beautiful. Lumps of marble waiting to be carved? Hunks of beef waiting to be sliced? Whatever. This anyway is a new experience and only time will tell whether the material is better or worse than usual.

 

Sex and the City was a bit disappointing. My capacity for enjoying shoes is rather limited even if they are Manolo Blonick’s or whatever his name is. Or maybe it was a mistake to watch it at Wood Green Cineworld after a hasty Subway sandwich. Of course the Hampstead Everyman are practically sold out for their whole run of the film. that’s because of the GLAMOUR. the SOFAS. The WAITRESS service. There is nothing whatsoever glamorous about Wood Green Cineworld and if I said their pick’n’mix was exciting, I would be lying.