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Tag Archives: Poetry
Psychogeographic Review’s Recommendations – May 2013
This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘Scarp’ – Nick Papadimitriou Nick Papadimitriou’s meditation on walking, landscape and his upbringing in North London under the shadow of the ridge of land he refers to as Scarp … Continue reading
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Tagged Affinity, archeaology, Charles Swain, Christopher Houlder, Edmund Gosse, Felix Baumgartner, Felix: Lighter V.4, Ford Madox Ford, Francis Ford Coppola, French New Wave, Gapland, George Gissing, Graham Hooper, Grateful Dead, Guillermo del Toro, Helm, Iain Banks, In the Fog, James Farrar, John Hillaby, Linda Hoyle, Lost Trail, Luke Younger, Matt Dillon, modernism, Nick Papadimitriou, Pan's Labyrinth, Poetry, Rumble Fish, Scarp, Sergei Loznitsa, Travin Systems, Wales, walking
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Is There Anybody There?
‘My garden is made of stone’ – Mark E Smith (Psykick Dance Hall) ‘My garden is all overgrown’ – Tony McPhee (Garden) With a front door opening straight onto the street you have to be careful you don’t let … Continue reading
November 2012
This past month Psychogeographic Review has been reading: ‘To the Lighthouse’ – Virginia Woolf ‘Kid’ – Simon Armitage ‘Four Quartets’ – T.S. Eliot ‘The Yellow Wallpaper’ – Charlotte Perkins Gilman ‘Dracula’ – Bram Stoker … Continue reading
Walking Alone
Imagine you were a child with undiagnosed asthma and older brothers who always raced ahead when you were out walking. Supposing too that you were so completely urban in your upbringing that you always experienced a feeling of spatial … Continue reading
Carol Ann Duffy and Gillian Clarke
I don’t normally publish notices at Psychogeographic Review but, since this event has been organised by this blog’s favourite poet, Liz Lefroy, and because it promises to be such a fantastic evening of wordsmithing, here goes… On Thursday 11th October … Continue reading
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Tagged Carol Ann Duffy, Gillian Clarke, Glyndwr University, Liz Lefroy, Poetry, Wrexham
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St. Giles Churchyard
Pictures taken in St Giles churchyard, Wrexham and a poem written at the grave of Elihu Yale, founder of Yale University. At the grave of Elihu Yale. Born in America, in Europe bred. Summer … Continue reading
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Tagged Elihu Yale, Poetry, St Giles, Wrexham, Yale University
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X: The Man With the X-ray Eyes
I found out recently that Ray Milland, the Hollywood actor, for three years attended the same primary school as my youngest daughter. He is best known for Dial M for Murder, The Lost Weekend and The Premature Burial. And this. … Continue reading
Swimming Against the Stream
You dreamed of this island and I wanted to buy you the book Remember? You said it was too much. The river sweeps past Hilbre’s rocks carrying the silt of Berwyn Hills out into the Celtic sea. … Continue reading
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Tagged Berwyn, Chester, Hilbre, Llangollen, Llyn Tegid, Poetry, River Dee, Wales
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