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How many dragons did you kill today?

by Giles Booth, (then) aged 19 and three quarters ‘How many dragons did you kill today?’ Asks Philip Larkin in his turtle-like way, Scarcely believing he’s worse off than most Imprisoned by toads and his library post. But last night … Continue reading

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Whirl up, sea

I was clearing out some of my old stuff from my mum’s house – my name’s Alex Drake and this box of old papers has taken me back to 1989 – and, amongst other things, I found this untitled poem … Continue reading

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Ain’t no cure for the wintertime blues

I don’t do poetry. There’s a famous definition of poetry – Professor Bergonzi’s definition – that says that if the words go to the end of the line, it’s prose; if they don’t, it’s poetry. This must be hard-wired into … Continue reading

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