Here is the first televised viewing of The Gilt of Cain a poem adorned by a sculpture. It's also an interview with the sculptor and myself .  There will eventually be a plaque showing the entire Read more [...]

This is the poem that I read for The Guardian web page, filmed today at The Southbank and referred to in the other Blogpost of today. It is entitled Godsell. Read more [...]

As my bike swings through Bethnal green around Aldgate and curls off Fenchurch onto Fen Court a flock of photographers are busying themselves around the granite structures that make up the sculpture. It’s the first time I have seen it, ever. And it is beautiful. The sculptor Michael Vissocchi is there and has already been interviewed by ITV News. He's done a grand job of housing the poem and likewise the poem realigns the sculpture. Read more [...]

These young homeless people are living in the shadow of the south bank yet most of them have never visited. How can I get them to the south bank? How can I get them to meet other artists of their age? How can I get them to contact and connect? How can I at least provide what may be a fleeting and what could be a lasting impression of contact with the arts Read more [...]

These are some of the off record Highlights from Monday to Friday, that it are easy to miss in the blog. The blog seems to be developing into a record of events. Event happens backstage as much as front stage. If you change the word "events" for the word "life" the last sentence works the same. Read more [...]

Did a two minute piece with Shlomo beat boxing which I totally enjoyed. There is something extreme and dynamic about working with Shlomo. Without sitting on the beat there is sound reaction. I absolutely love the interaction, the silences between the words and rhythms, the breath, noises of life and power of the two as they catapult each other into a presence of pure percussive poetic fire. All from the mouth indeed. The audience marvelled. Read more [...]

What happened today, my reading poems mid air on a bridge to an audience below was part of my trying to show that the entire idea. It has something to do with poems finding their space outside of the book. Poems as fluid landmarks. Today, the poem Arcitechture, years after it was read, truly found its space. Read more [...]

She is exuberant about him "at four oclock this morning he came in and I said to him you wrote OOps Upside Your Head didn't yer, dint yer" that was the gap band I tried to interrupt her flow "no I am sure it was jack master flash. Anyway.." she continued "... he only asked me to dance in the reception. So we got on that floor and sat on that floor right there and did that dance.". I remember that dance well, whole lines of people sat on the floor with their legs splayed on each side of each other "Ooops Upside Your head, Oops upside your head". There is no Jack master Flash. It was Grand Master Flash. The Grand master Flash. Read more [...]

After the reading I leave and walk to the Malmaison from the midland hotel from one side of town to other and as I got to the Malmaison a crowd of young men walked towards me, each of them holding something shiny in their hands with threatening desperate looks on their faces. Read more [...]

Such is my life that there are so many coincidences that coincidences themselves become circumstance. It's a good place to be. I am for the next three days poet in residence at The Association of Directors of Childrens Services. Read more [...]