Performance Poetry Review … or not

I was going to post about my evening at the Forest Cafe on Wednesday for our student blog Writing on Broken Glass, but although I made it to the venue I didn’t hear any of the performance. I was originally meeting Claire Stewart of Forge of the Wordsmiths for a coffee in Leith but she called to suggest the Forest as she was meeting a friend to watch The Golden Hour, a performance poetry and music gig. As my nephew had breezed into town the evening before, I decided to turn coffee into wine and dragged him from televised football to … Continue reading Performance Poetry Review … or not

Can you all hear me in the back?

My main reason for applying to the course was to put up or shut up about being a writer. I was in that most hated of states where you are moving neither forward or backward. I had spent years sitting on various fences straddling who I used to be, who I think I am now and introducing a third co-ordinate, who I want to be. The first year of the course is now over aside from a few projects and my own writing and the second year stands temptingly before me on the other side of a Scottish summer. My … Continue reading Can you all hear me in the back?

iWant One, iDo

The twin obstacles of lack of money and lack of understanding have so far precluded me from the iPhone revolution. As a Generation-X-er, a youngish one mark you, I view technological advances and gadgets by looking at what they can do for me – ‘What do I want this to do?’ The whole iPhone phenomenon has passed me by, simply because  I already have a phone. I use it to talk to people, text people and take crappy photographs – although I do nothing with them because I don’t know how to upload them to my computer. I realise I … Continue reading iWant One, iDo