It seems that when you meet Czesław Miłosz, there is no looking back. And every time you happen upon someone else who loves him your love for him grows. It is a community of wonderment and of deep serious gratitude, and so much more which would take a lifetime to express. And so I will be quiet and share instead…
THANK YOU Barbara Ford for including my new poem The Saucepan, The Bowl, The Spoon on KHEN radio’s Poets and Minstrels show yesterday, which had a special focus on Colorado poets, or poets who had spent time in the state. It was amazing to hear my poem read alongside poet friends such as Laurie James and Craig Nielson, and to discover (nearly hundreds) of other poets I had not heard of.
Barbara is a true guardian of poetry. I say this, not because she flatters my ego by reading my poetry (!) but for her determined and unrelenting celebration of poetry itself. Listening to her show, even from thousands of miles away, you feel an urgency to discover, to keep discovering all the mountains of poems you do not know, and to re-read all the ones you do.
Why not tune in, next Thursday, wherever you are.
After watching Verdi’s Otello at The Grand theatre in Leeds last week, I left remembering why I love opera. With a score as sumptuous and as well-known as Verdi’s, Shakespeare’s Othello casting its shadow beneath, I did not expect to be moved. I felt, taking my seat in the stalls, that it would be like watching the Titanic: the very certainty of its genre, of its being tragedy, provided some comfort – I couldn’t imagine that anything that definite, would really succeed in having an effect.
Imagine my surprise therefore, when I found myself crying, unable to control my emotions. As I watched Otello kill his beloved, and then himself, I felt the deep sadness, frustration, and wordless tragedy of injustice. Opera North must be celebrated and recognised for its triumph.
I challenge you to watch, and to remain unmoved.
I was born to love,
and to die
Desdemona, Verdi’s Otello