I’ve been saying Tom Paulin’s line about ‘uniformed comedians’ a lot this summer. I don’t really want to go into … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/08/15/uniformed-comedians/
Somewhere right at the beginning of all this, before the internet, when everything was scarce, not least poetry, a word … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/06/09/against-plashing/
Two big stories in the media this week, neither of which I wanted to write about, but which now seem … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/03/24/on-boarding-schools-and-cancer/
Like the man Hemingway describes going bankrupt gradually and then suddenly, I realised the other day that I can no … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/03/15/on-not-keeping-up/
I pinched myself to be there. God knows how I got invited. I can’t remember. Perhaps I invited myself. Poets … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/03/06/carole-satyamurtis-eyes/
It felt like a good idea at the time. A way to pass lockdown, of trying to ignore the grief … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/03/04/on-having-my-books-in-one-room/
It was going to be great. I wrote it more than seven years ago, in two bursts after work with … More
https://anthonywilsonpoetry.com/2024/02/17/on-the-missing-short-story/