This year it means visiting friends every day. 4 days in a row so far. Other years we have been much more home based or snowed in. My brother even drove up from London today. I'll be with a friend in her studio tomorrow night. This is great. I am handing out more Christmas cards as I go, I did a bit of forward planning. This year the juggernaut that is Christmas is simply rolling on over us all.
My insides don't know what to do with themselves when I hear this: Drift by Caroline Bergvall. I so, so want to get to watch and hear this whole piece. It's a combination of dreading the outcome of any trip in a motor boat and adoring the continuous tension of the humming music crossed by her seagull voice.
The Quiet Compere tour 2014 - Sarah Dixon runs this and is writing it up. Part 1 and Part 2 are published so far. Quite a few names are familiar to me from 52.
Amazingly, she has booked me for a 10 min slot at the Oxford one in May. It's lucky I have enough poems already as I have stopped writing. Why?? Maybe my fingers are too cold and we sit on the sofa watching black and white films until 2am. Too much facebook, or too little? Not enough trouble coming my way? Not in the mood at some level.
'What shall we do about stale cake?'
'Who were the protest group called 99%?'
'What does that all mean?'
Pascal Petit's blog: I think she is the one for me, poetry and the Tate Modern. Look down the list of previous blog posts on the right hand side of her page. She is coming to Oxford for a workshop on Sat 28th Feb.