An interesting couple of poetry events in the last week - firstly the launch of Anna Saunders' "Kissing The She Bear", a collaborative venture with photographer William Humphries. It's a really lovely exploration of myths from far and wide and the marriage of poems and photographs works quite magically. The second event was a cream tea at the Greenway Hotel in Shurdington that accompanied a reading by the Cheltenham Poetry Festival Players; the theme was "Gardens" and we were entertained with a short but comprehensive coverage of works from the past five hundred years. I must say I much prefer listening to poems about gardens to actually getting out and doing much work in them!
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But the main thrust here in recent days has been sorting out other commitments ready for NaNoWriMo which starts on Sunday. If I'm to make headway with my plans for the month (more of which to follow) there won't be much opportunity for the myriad household tasks that usually sap the creative energy. So it's an onslaught this week on everything I most dislike about domesticity ....
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