Free Poetry Workshops, Yes The Old Ones Are Free

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So there I was doing a minor update to the poetryshop.co.uk website when it struck me that I could include poetry workshops onto the site. And in the flicker of an eye, or rather over a full, otherwise empty afternoon the mission was almost concluded. Just to somehow include it on google analytics, maybe someone could tell me if that is worthwhile or not!


Separately, but maybe related, I had the thought that I could include one of Peter Conner's songs from his Wounded Healers album onto my playlist A Soft Place To Land. It's not to be, it seems that Apple's Genius isn't for me to interfere with. But I will find a workaround for I do want to have his Edge of the Field alongside Jason Isbell et al.

Last night's Educational film was Beauty is Embarrassing by Neil Berkeley, it covers the life of artist, writer, puppeteer, and general Fuck You southern spokesman Wayne White. This is one guy chock full of inspiration merged with the truly lived experience of the ups and downs of life.

The Wayne White film is from 2012, this is a poem from my time back then:

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