Seán Street
@seanstreet
Liverpool
Cornish fans at the England-France game display controversial banner. FIFA considers taking action…
Unexpected, unforecast and only light, enough to release the sweet scent of grateful earth.
15 July sees the official publication of Candlelight. www.poetrysalzburg.com Thank you to Wolfgang Görtschacher at Poetry Salzburg & to Jan Fortune. The sequence owes itself, as so often for me,to the near sacred writings of Gaston Bachelard, notably his last great essay, The Flame of a Candle.
This sumptuous book of poems and photographs by @robertsheppard.bsky.social & Trev Eales has many strata & is a beautiful, rich, moving testament to the marks human life makes on landscape.
Poetry Salzburg sent the new collection, Candlelight, to the printers today. John Lucas is remembered in its pages.
Reaches sea areas and coastal regions other soaps only dream of… (Thank you Zoë Howe)
To have once in a lifetime shared a Radio 3 microphone with Martin Carthy is worth the price of admission alone. Happy 85th birthday sir.
“Tradition is not the worship of ashes, but the preservation of fire.” — Gustav Mahler, who died on 18 May, 1911, at the age of 50.
In honour of David Attenborough’s centenary, ducks have been gathering outside our house.
Thank you for this. I’ve always loved the ER picture, and it’s good to see it caught ‘then and now.’ Shoestring Press used it on the cover of my last collection of poems.
Thinking about the passing recently of Nedra Talley Ross, the last of the original Ronettes, sent me back to a page in The Sound of a Room, recalling the effect the Spector Wall of Sound had on me - and the future of pop music recording - back in 1963, with thanks to David Toop.
Sandford St Martin Radio Awards judging panel: Navid Akhtar, Mark Lawson, Felicity Finch and me: Church House, Westminster.
From Alan Bennett’s latest published journals, ‘Enough Said’. As an aside, I wonder if a phone conversation between Alan Bennett and Alan Titchmarsh would be like some kind of sonic mirror?
Another favourite by the late great Glen Baxter, first seen in the days when I used to subscribe to regular deliveries from the Poetry Book Society.