Should a poem be ambiguous and cryptic? Should the reader be picking apart the meaning, coming to interpretations? That, surely, is why we study poetry
Do you have dreams? Do you remember your dreams after you wake up? Do you analyse your dreams, mull them over, search for meaning? This episode of The Poetry Show examines dreams...
Maybe it’s my naturally sunny disposition, but for me poetry always begins with a problem. There’s the problem of the blank page, of what to write, where to start, who or what to gripe at, and of course the minor issue of interacting with the entire history of the poetry that’s come before. Each new poem becomes a new entry into dialogue with that heritage in a sense.
“You Northerners are just naturally funny aren’t you?” people say, citing the rich comic heritage that comes into their heads- from Hylda Baker and George Formby, Gracie Fields to Victoria Wood, Peter Kay to Les Dawson and Johnny Vegas.
It is downright easy to convince ourselves and others that we are not prejudiced but in the roots of our makeup is the basic survival mechanism of us or them.
I'm pretty sure all we do is travel...
Della did not make the comments about religion, Rose did, to a rude woman. But Rose talks so quickly that might not be clear!
Childhood comes in two flavours, there’s the one we actually experienced and there is the one we are expected to remember: fuelled by romantic Victorian fantasies and feel-good films at Christmas.
Poets tend to write about things that cause strong emotion: Death does do that.
We're poets innit! We are not going to see love in quite a Valentine sort of way...