Amy Jo Philip
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Here I come, striding through the virtual tumbleweed of this website to bring you intimation of an event. I will be reading alongside Peter Daniels and Kirsten Irving at Typewronger Books in Edinburgh on Sunday 8 September at 7 pm. More details when they emerge. [Exit, vanishing into dust storm and tumbleweed. Or digital static.]
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Today, as readers of Wednesday’s post and anyone who pays exceptionally close attention to the dedication in The Ambulance Box will know, is Aidan’s 10th birthday. Although I posted “The Condition” on Wednesday, I could not let the day itself go by unmarked here, so I give you this abnominal for Aidan, which was first published
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The Condition is identified by ultrasound at 38 weeks — less than an echo where there should have been loud celebration. The condition would have you weep aloud in the streets and will cause some people to dash across the road when you approach but has left no breath to cry with. The condition can
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I’m just back through the door from a practice with Stewart Veitch and Frank Glynn — a.k.a. Holm — for Tuesday’s Hidden Door performance. It’s the first time we have tried out what we are planning to do for the gig and we are all really excited about how well the music and poetry are
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Hidden Door is back! This time, it’s a nine-day arts extravaganza featuring 40 bands, 70 artists, poetry, cinema, theatre and bars — yes bars plural — in the 24 disused vaults in Edinburgh’s Market St. It starts on Friday this week and runs until Saturday 5 April. I’m excited to be appearing on Day 5,
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With Linlithgow Book Festival over for another year, my thoughts are turning to the next reading. I’m delighted and honoured to be reading at St Mungo’s Mirrorball on Thursday 21 November alongside the wonderful Michael Symmons Roberts, whose Drysalter deservedly won the Forward prize this year, and Alexandra Oliver. Readers of this blog will probably
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In September this year, I was part of a peace and reconcilation pilgrimage to Flodden, which was the Northumbria Community‘s contribution to the commemorations of the 500th anniversary of the battle of Flodden. We peace pilgrims took part in the service of solemn commemoration the day after the anniversary. My contribution to that included the
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A busy but doubtless exhilarating day awaits me tomorrow at Linlithgow Book Festival 2013. In the morning, I’m running a poetry workshop as I have done for the part several years. It’s at the Mel Gray centre at the canal basin from 10.30 to 12.30 and there are still some tickets available. In the afternoon,
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Gracious, I’m almost getting to be an old hand at this online reading lark. I suppose twice counts something like “old hand” in the world of new technology, right? Anyway, it was a great pleasure to read with Isabel Galleymore, Chris McCabe and Paul Stephenson for the first of two special Transatlantic Poetry readings that
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I have been rather preoccupied lately with the latest course that I am tutoring for the Poetry School online and have also been kept out of further mischief by an exceedingly busy period at the day job, hence the paucity of posts in this neck of the virtual woods. However, I’m swiftly sticking my nose
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I missed it until alerted through Facebook today but, yesterday, The North End of the Possible was reviewed in The Independent alongside Helen Mort’s debut collection, Jean Sprackland’s new book and books by Christopher Meredith and Tara Bergin plus a Salt pamphlet by Edward Mackay. The comment on my book is brief but favourable. I
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In the last of our posts for the Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery, Isobel Dixon pays tribute to Syd Barrett: Astronomy Sonnetry “This is the place of my song-dream, the place the music played to me,” whispered the Rat, as if in a trance. ‘The Piper at the Gates of Dawn’ from The Wind in
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Richard Price, the fourth of our Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery, turns our gaze towards the heavens: The Mutual Satellite Assurance Company Limited A double-planet system – the Earth and the Moon. Stability, maybe stability. And maybe the moon – you know – an equal – once. Sisters – (a little big-sister, a big little-sister)
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In this poem from the third of the Six Poets at the Fruitmarket Gallery, Hannah Lowe takes us into the darkness of the heart of a family: Say Say that your mother took in a lodger. An old man say, down on his luck, mostly out of the house or asleep, no bother. Say they grew
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