Here’s a little poetry reading, just three poems from my new book, How To Be Old. It’ll be published in June by the Cuba Press, and all the readings we had planned have been cancelled, and it’s just dawning on me that people won’t be keen to set up new ones. FOGO, I’ve got it, maybe you’ve got it: fear of going out.
Waa waa waa! I want to do a poetry reading! So I’m going to do a bunch of tiny little readings, let’s say three poems at a time, short and sweet. Look, I’m just at home in my study but I’ve put on my posh dress just for you, so please sit back and be my guest.
It’s nice to be read to, don’t you think?
PS My new recording booth is brilliant! Tucks away neatly into one box on my stand-up desk. But the light is flickering on and off. There’s always another glitch and I am braced to improve that for future poetry readings.