The Literary Blog of Amanda Earl. Friday, May 01, 2015. A new statement of poetics. Trial by Social Media, Little Brother and Thought Control. Can be found at Evening Will Come, the Volta. rob mclennan was kind enough to solicit an essay from me a while back for a Canadian feature. the issue includes essays by me, derek beaulieu, Helen Hajnoczky, Peter Jaeger, Gil McElroy, Erin Moure, Natalie Simpson and larry timewell. Take a read of the whole thing here. 14 Anne Carson, .

Against the rubber tongues of cows and the hoeing hands of men. Thistles spike the summer air. Or crackle open under a blue-black pressure. Every one a revengeful burst. Of resurrection, a grasped fistful. Of splintered weapons and Icelandic frost thrust up. From the underground stain of a decayed Viking. They are like pale hair and the gutturals of dialects.

Hidden places, secret histories and unsung geography from the east of England and beyond. Consisting of six beehive cells, two oratories and a later medieval church, the site occupies a stone terrace 600 feet above the swirling green waters of the sea below.

It was only for a few days. The immediate sensory world became a continuum of white and grey. A familiar world made strange. Almost all colour, leached from the field of vision and imagination. Is on the reading pile. The Idea of North;.

Navigating the interface between landscape history and deep topography;. Exploring landscape - an evolving gazetteer of landscape on the web. Thursday, 4 January 2018. Pathways through long winter days until bright Phoebus shines down again. A quick ramble here through an assemblage of mid-winter cultural highlights. If record shops are a species indicator of a civilised polis. Store A first wander around the racks yielded Bright Pheobus.

Something is very wrong with this town. Psychogeography might or might not help. Sunday, 4 March 2012. At the Watershed on the Last Day of Winter. Exploring another path - you might find it not-quite-yet overgrown, but hard-enough going, gorse-barbs nipping your arms and legs.

Four miles further on, to the south-east of the town, both rivers will join the Dee.