words: what more could a body ask for
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Tonight, one of my children asked me what poetry is. I answered poorly, talking vaguely about lines. (Well, how do you explain it to a five-year-old?!) But it got me thinking again about that imponderable. Does the difference between prose and poetry, perhaps, boil down to this: in poetry, the focus is on the relationships
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How many grains of rice are in an average bowl? Idle speculation, I know, but a pertinent question nonetheless when you’re simultaneously donating rice to the UN World Food Programme and having fun expanding your vocabulary here.
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I’ve been trying out the exercise in Fiona Sampson‘s Guardian poetry workshop. For various reasons, I’ve stopped halfway through and will have to do the rest another day but, to my surprise, step 2 was such fun it re-enlivened my sheer, giggling delight in language. That Heinekening was particularly welcome after a drudgy morning of
Amy Jo Philip 