

[Image by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]


[Image by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]

[Found in Trump’s statement: this is the most aggressive and comprehensive effort to confront a foreign virus in modern history]



[Images by artist and photographer Nick Dormand]

Anyone who reads this blog and my thoughts on the Hirsch Knowledge Curriculum – so therefore Tory a la Cummings, Gove, Gibb, Toad, the Framework and so on – will understand [so much more than ‘know’] my views.
Therefore, my pleasure in seeing this today in a Sidmouth shop window. Of course, it is about product/s, but my imagination understands it more broadly, as did Einstein.


Thanks to IT. Read the poem here.

Having misread a line in a poetry review this morning, I wrote a found prose poem based on that, and this is often how I ‘find’ my prompts for writing.
The line misread was ‘enunciating in capitalised italics’ [review here] which I saw as ‘capitalist’ [even if that is the briefest of errors] and substituted that word within an otherwise same title for my found poem.
Not that I’m presenting that poem here. The focus on ‘italics’ reminded me I had written the above poem ransom recently having been introduced by a friend to the Ransom Note Fonts site here [so given as acknowledgement but also for anyone to visit and use].

Having recently posted a creative writing resource for this Year’s ‘Vision’ themed National Poetry Day using Kubla Khan, and yesterday – unintentionally connected – my Edwin Morgan inspired poem Clear Message, I was reminded of creative writing resources I prepared for NPD in 2016 and its theme ‘Messages’.
Revisiting that work I was reminded I obviously had quite an energetic response to the theme. As ever, the ideas are based around writing List Poems and I do recommend this approach when working with students.
These don’t need a national focus on a theme and I have re-written slightly if any would like to use them now. Help yourselves:

[Inspired by Edwin Morgan’s Message Clear]
Down
and
down
to a sunless delight, a
dome on waves
beneath
believing.
And in the caves
a savage beware of
symphony and song
deep
romantic
chasm
down
and
down
beneath.
And sea.
Ocean.
And sea,
huge fragments,
lifeless.
Drunk on
the milk of hills
O
O so drunk
now that sunny dome
O
cean
of sinuous rills.
Fertile ground
girdled round
with its poetic
decree:
to such a deep
I revive to
poesy.