words, words, words

lights and reflections

Usually when I go somewhere different, I come back with lots of photographs I can use on the blog.

lights and reflections

This weekend, though, I have been away at a conference. I took very few photos, but have returned with my mind awash with words.

lights and reflections

I have been talking – and listening to other people talk – about prose poetry, ekphrastic poetry, cut ups and recycled poetry, poetry maps, polyphonic places and soundscapes, love poetry and the love of poetry, and a host of other things to do with writing.

lights and reflections

There were plenty of bright spots in the conversations, with occasional flashes of dazzling clarity; some ideas look worth exploring in more depth, while others remain murky and quite unappealing.

lights and reflections

In general, though, it’s all too immediate and the thoughts and ideas are tumbled together and somewhat out of focus.

Perhaps I should follow the example of the hotel windows overlooking the river and reflect.

lights and reflections

Author: don't confuse the narrator

Exploring the boundary between writer and narrator through first person poetry, prose and opinion

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