Category: Poetry

Posted on April 25, 2024

spine — day 25 of the micro.blog april 2024 photoblogging challenge 📸

Books in Fernando Pessoa’s library, Lisbon, April 2023

A collection of old books with worn spines on a bookshelf, including works by Percy Bysshe Shelley and John Keats

Posted on March 8, 2024

🔗 Some thoughts on International Women's Day

> Speaking truth to the power of the patriarchy is unimaginably difficult, even as I live a life of relative privilege. In the past, I’ve experienced deep levels of discomfort at writing one small truth because there’s the worry that I’ll be branded a troublemaker, a man hater, a difficult woman to work with. All of which heightens my respect for those women across global history who’ve had to fight like lions for the barest modicum of political and/or cultural change.

Posted on October 31, 2023

> Genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

_T. S. Eliot_

From _Dante_, a 1929 essay. The full quote is

> What is surprising about the poetry of Dante is that it is, in one sense, extremely easy to read. It is a test (a positive test, I do not assert that it is always valid negatively), that genuine poetry can communicate before it is understood.

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Posted on October 13, 2023

Dylan Thomas around Swansea Marina

Dylan Thomas Square

Statue of a seated man on a stone block in front of a red brick building

Dylan Thomas Theatre

Three storey building with some scaffolding. Colourfully painted but faded and needing redocoration and repair

Captain Cat

> The sleepers are rung out of sleep with his loud get-out-of-bed bell
> _Under Milk Wood_

Statue of a sea captain leaning forward grasping a rope with bell attached. Three pigeond perched on statue. Moored boats in background.

The Dylan Thomas Centre

Beige blocky building with arched windows and large coat of arms mounted on front wall.

Posted on September 9, 2023

language — day 09 of the micro.blog september 2023 photoblogging challenge 📸

Curved copper plate frontage of a large theatre building with words formed by windows in the copper. Entrance doors below copper front, pedestrians strolling in the foreground

_Wales Millennium Centre, 2012_

Welsh: Creu Gwir fel Gwydr o Ffwrnais Awen

(trans: Creating Truth like Glass from Inspiration’s Furnace)

English: In these Stones Horizons Sing

Gwyneth Lewis