A place for everything that doesn't fit anywhere else
Monday, 28 September 2009
Another self-promoting post, I'm afraid. Here's a two-page glimpse of the first number of the new Cambridge Literary Review, which not only contains this poem, written in 1973, but also a memoir of my meeting with the concrete poet Dom Sylvester Houédard, or dsh, as he preferred to be known. It's shockingly candid, as people used to say when reticence was a virtue. (Click to embiggen.)
If you'd like to know more about this excellent review, the first issue of which is dedicated to Cambridge writing, click here.