It is perhaps something all poets yearn for. Not merely fame, the adulation of the masses or the soft tears of the ladies when you have to move on to another city. It is not even the rapturous applause of the crowd at a reading of your poetry. What we yearn for is financial security, … More How to make a living as a poet.
People often comment that I seem perfectly happy here in Port Naain. ‘Look around you’ they cry. ‘Look at the squalor and filth, breath deeply and choke on the chife that hangs, noxious, in the air. Why do you not travel?’ But I have travelled. Years ago in my youth, when single and fancy free, … More Travel as seen through a poet’s eyes
You know what it’s like; we artists are condemned to eternally suffer for our art. Those without our gift, our drive, cannot comprehend what impels us forward and mutter darkly into their small beer. But here is a sad example to let you know what I mean. I was with friends one night at Misanthropes … More A sad blow to artistic freedom
I knew it was true; I had faith in my art and my muse. But still it is nice to have it confirmed by someone other than a chap I met in a tavern. It appears that in the dying hours of yesterday, as the special offer on ‘Lambent Dreams’ faded slowly into memory, I … More The joy of living amongst civilised people
It has to be said that it nice to feel appreciated, to feel that one’s art is at last accepted and one’s genius is valued. Thus it was with a feeling of genuine pride that I noticed how well Lambent Dreams was doing. Apparently, (and I have this on good authority,) on the Amazon chart … More Taking one’s place in society