Poetry: Wrapper Rhymes
I wrote a poem on a wrapper. And now it's up on Wrapper Rhymes. Life's simple, sometimes.
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Exercises in the higher banter with One of 26. Elsewhere called 'poet of adland'. By a whipple-squeezer. Find out why being beta is the new alpha: betarish at googlemail dot com
I wrote a poem on a wrapper. And now it's up on Wrapper Rhymes. Life's simple, sometimes.
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The bits I really liked from the pages with corners folded down in 'Turning Intelligence Into Magic':
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Some notes from last Tuesday's event at the ICA:
Quite by chance, it has been a week of CPD. Last Tuesday I attended the latest 44 Club talk, Jeremy Bullmore in conversation. This weekend, with a giddying rapidity, I have gone through John Hegarty's 'Turning Intelligence Into Magic', and M&C Saatchi's 'Brutal Simplicity of Thought'.
Well, seeing as I've loved them since I was yea high, I couldn't let the end pass without a little something.
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Most excitingly, I had a poem published over at Infinite Editions yesterday. Wander that way to have a looksie.
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First of an occasional series, no doubt. From Jeremy Paxman's lukewarm review of Simon Jenkins' A Short History Of England:
And what are we to say of the National Trust? Of course, it's a force for good. But it is also like an unapproachable distant relative who somehow, without ever obviously intending any such thing, makes you feel gauche and inadequate. Can anyone see its oakleaf emblem without checking to see their flies are done up?
I had a poem, dealing elliptically with the events of 9/11, over at Eyewear yesterday.
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Cross posted from Geoff's blog:
Just a quick note to say I was a runner-up in this competition, which means, most excitingly, a haiku to be displayed on the Warsaw underground. Might need to headover to see it in situ.
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I grab your hand, your left hand, without looking, without looking at you.
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