The Poet's End
TS Eliot smoked himself to death. At the end, he was more kipper than man, fit only for consumption by his own cats. They were – like...
Narrative Poetry
With the prose novel so firmly entrenched as the fiction writer’s main outlet these days, it’s easy to forget – or to never have known –...
When are you going to write a real book?
"I read your book. That was cool, being published. Are you going to do it with a real book some day?" "This is a real book. See? ...