Ictus

 I n a world which seems to be spinning further off its axis every time you turn on the news and the fabric of our society feels like its...

  The best projects find us, rather than we finding them. I've always believed in that Ballard line "Deep assignments run through a...

In revisiting Ian Hamilton's work in the form of the Faber   Collected Poems (2009) , I find I'm pulled in several directions. Such...

  On a visit to Glasgow at the end of the summer I chanced across the Scottish Poetry Rose Garden in Queens Park, just up the road from w...

   The notion of poetry’s immortality is one of its most abiding and validating tropes, originating in its earliest manifestations both as s...

Just came across Peter Riley on Christopher Middleton's Collected in the excellent Fortnightly Review , a book I reviewed myself but I f...

  The belated recognition of Eileen Myles, as celebrated in an interview with Emma Brockes in  The Guardian Review last weekend, seems ...

  A work-colleague asked recently "What kind of poetry do you write?" and I was stumped for an answer. Not only did no coherent ...