It’s April (how the heck did that happen?!) which means that it’s time for another annual attempt at National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo). However, with recent local news from Spice in Manchester to recent reports on asylum seekers in Rochdale (please allow me a small, cynical moment: I guess that’s why subsequent governments partly make the capped … More Attempts at writing in difficult times
You may have noticed that Rochdale has been in the media for not so salubrious reasons. Yesterday saw a scattering of (suspiciously) similar news articles released about Rochdale Metropolitan Borough Council’s proposed Public Spaces Protection Order (PSPO). These articles focused on a favourite moral panic: swearing. Here’s a selection if you missed it: The Guardian: Flocking hell: council plans to ban … More In the headlines: fines for swearing? WTF?!
“Never again will a single story be told as though it’s the only one” John Berger I was saddened to hear the recent death of artist, art critic, and thinker John Berger (But what a life he led and what rich cultural contributions he made!) Once again I turn to this quote as I think it’s applicable to … More Many stories, messy (re)tellings, no endings.
I’ve heard it said that you can measure your way up to northern England via bread – bap, cob, muffin – that the bread’s width increases, becomes a floury pillow – barm cake, stottie, hoagie – a generosity of yeast, wheat, salt, water, fat. Likewise you can map out the geography of Lancashire by its … More A red rose smells so sweet