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My poem about having absolutely no idea what is going on or what to do or how to behave in the world or what anything means
Caroline Bird
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Caroline Bird
@CarolineBirdUK
Poet & playwright. 7th poetry collection, Ambush at Still Lake, out from Carcanet: shorturl.at/JXYCR. Winner of Forward Prize for Best Collection 2020
Joined August 2017
- ‘The earth shakes, and I fall out of bed’ - by Mosab Abu Toha, the poet and essayist kidnapped today. We should all be reading his words. From his collection, ‘Things You May Find Hidden in My Ear’
Mosab Abu Toha - essayist, poet - has been kidnapped by Israeli army in Gaza as he was fleeing with his family. - Here is a poem I wrote when I was 12. My teacher asked me to write a poem about an owl.
- Last night my taxi driver told me his daughter won a poetry competition 6 yrs ago, when she was 10. He played me a recording of her reading her winning poem. I said, “wait a minute...” I judged that competition! So I wrote her a fan letter on his receipts pad.
- My grandad died yesterday at 93. He was a navigator for the Lancaster bombers during WW2. He told me “I was too young to be scared.” He was a fierce feminist all his life. And he rode his mobility scooter like James Dean.
- My son is complaining about the wind - “I’m getting sky in my ear!”
- Really sorry to hear about the death of Eavan Boland. What an astonishing poet. Here are her tips for recognising our lovers in the underworld...
- This poem by Anne Sexton makes me joyful and miserable simultaneously
- A friend just messaged to say my poem ‘mid-air’ may have sparked a conversation about line-breaks in free verse and whether they’re deliberate/ important? I welcome this because I’m a line-break geek,I could bore a stranger at a bus-stop for hours :) Here’s my very subjective 🧵
- ‘Desire, like the dishes’ F. Douglas Brown’s make out sonnet
- Edna St. Vincent Millay just casually smashing up her reader’s heart
- I can’t believe this, I’ve just seen that Louise Glück has died - hoping someone will tell me i’m mistaken? I’ve learnt so much from her poems…
- ‘There is a kind of love called maintenance/ which stores the WD40 and knows when to use it’ - U.A Fanthorpe
