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My favourite Radio Birdman song has the lines: ‘the cellar is collapsing all around my head/in five more minutes we could all be dead’. I thought of these words at last night’s Blue Bus reading when, not so long after the large table in the middle of the room appeared to be about to fall apart, a shower of plaster flakes fell from the ceiling. The worst didn’t happen though. Instead, Carol Watts read new poems as well as work from her two Oystercatcher books (When blue light falls and When blue light falls 2), a pleasure as always, and Jeff Hilson launched his terrific book from Veer, In the Assarts. I bought three copies of this one and read them all on the train home.
My favourite Radio Birdman song has the lines: ‘the cellar is collapsing all around my head/in five more minutes we could all be dead’. I thought of these words at last night’s Blue Bus reading when, not so long after the large table in the middle of the room appeared to be about to fall apart, a shower of plaster flakes fell from the ceiling. The worst didn’t happen though. Instead, Carol Watts read new poems as well as work from her two Oystercatcher books (When blue light falls and When blue light falls 2), a pleasure as always, and Jeff Hilson launched his terrific book from Veer, In the Assarts. I bought three copies of this one and read them all on the train home.
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