Tuesday, August 2, 2016


“I recently moved to New York, and for my first few months here, found myself using the poetry of the city as a map to both its today and its yesterday. In my reading, I’ve been particularly struck by how the city can influence the form of a poem itself, as if the text has to restructure itself to occupy and give voice to such a complex environment as Manhattan. Perhaps the most famous example of this was when Walt Whitman moved to New York and found his lines lengthening across the page, in response to the city around him." Owen Sheers
No, my lines aren't getting any longer. They can't afford to, really, not for the time being. Not till I've fully exorcised the idea that poems on the page need to be a particular length. After all poems are only ever be as long as they need to be. No more and no less but as a spoken word poet, albeit a published one, I dance around...no wait, no need for euphemisms though I am Jacob/Israel in that lovely snippet from the bible about fighting with an angel all through the night... I struggle with the idea of line breaks and punctuation. I feel always as though the poem is disappointed in me if I am suddenly conventionally in my grammar and sign posts. Give me dashes and white space and lines yanking male screws from the left margin. Not for the sake of chaos, though this is occasionally a good cause I like narrative far too much to waste a page, but rather because. You and I do not speak the same just enough that we might recognise meaning but we do not speak or sound or look the same. How boring that would be. Of course I shall need a better argument for my critical essay but her is the nugget of what discomfits my nights --- I am uncomfortable with absolute uniformity.
New York is strangely helping me reconcile what I spent all last week in Lancaster grappling with, in part because I spent all my English days talking and listening in small (productively so) groups and here in New York my time is my own. All I do is walk about and take the metro and stare at men playing dominoes in Harlem before returning the long way around to my bed which faces the UN Building. I have come to New York to give a reading at the Ford Foundation and sit in the company of primarily black poets with a connection to Africa. This is unusual, usually I am the quota, novel in my presence at festivals. I am not interested in singularity, not in this sense. I am not an exception I come from a living legacy of wordsmiths. If my arms flail it is because I am a student wedded to the ideas of creativity and craft not because I have no tradition to look back to. Self introspection in public unnerves most people, not here. In New York one gets the idea that no one cares how inwardly I look. There is something for everyone here even if it is only the reminder that what you seek is elsewhere.
Dear reader I've an assignment to complete now, I'll check in when I can.

Saturday, May 28, 2016


I've woken to a CNN focus on travel. The man says traveling for leisure can positively affect your heart health but traveling for business has shown long term effects on your circadian rhythms beyond just the 5 day reconfiguration your body undertakes. He spoke of ageing and stress but added that travellers from Africa have shown the least amount of stress compared to Europeans ... pheeew.

I love travel but I know that what I'm drawn to is the destination not the travel itself, which can be quite long and uncomfortable. On average flying from southern Africa means I spend no less than 8/10 hours to get to my first point of connection, off the continent. I almost always get an aisle seat so I can walk around, my backpack is filled with a microcosm of resources to meet my immediate needs and mitigate stress - girly toiletries, books, a notepad and pen, ear plugs for pressure pain, a warm and zipless jacket, support letters for immigration, nuts etc. I happen to love meat, a bit too much really, but I never eat meat when flying. I'm always suddenly, temporarily a vegetarian. I have flown all around the world and it is often the better option taste wise. I try to drink lots of water, though I've never taken to the taste when I'm not thirsty.

I'm currently in Tallinn in Estonia at Headread (Good lines) festival. It is a relatively small and young festival but with a beautiful setting and wonderful team.

The news says the weather has gone wonky and in Germany and France children have been struck by lightening. Sorry, I know I can be a little random but try to follow - I have CNN in the background while I type this.

Back to Headread, Donna Leon was here which was cool as I enjoy her Venice based detective's endless search for justice, Margot Henderson is such a fantastic storyteller, Annie Freud who is a wonderful poet and fine artist has become a fast friend (I admit I was such a fan of her father that I was childishly excited to meet but our conversations over poetry and teaching have rightly shifted my focus to where it should have been to begin with).

Estonians can be quite stoic and reserved. They come in their numbers to the festival but are hesitant to ask questions or really to show any emotion - I understand that even linguistically there is a limited range of emotional expressions - but once they get going you're good. Enter the charming Jason Goodwin without whom I would have felt a tad naked on the stage.  An hour is quite a chunk of time to listen to my our voice. My hour reading and conversation was made all the more fun and comfortable by his presence.

I head home soon with a long list of writers - someone of whom if I'm honest I'd never heard of - to read. The guy on CNN didn't talk about this as a benefit of frequent travel but it is. In Setswana we say 'to travel is to see' but that see means more than seeing, it implies an engagement with one's new environment.

Thursday, March 31, 2016


used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.”

- Frida Kahlo

I get asked to speak or weigh in on issues outside of my area of expertise - whatever mysterious thing that may be - and I almost always begin by saying no. to myself. and then look for reasons to say yes. If they present themselves well enough then I may very well wander down some unfamiliar road even if all I end up doing is asking a bunch of questions out loud instead.

I was asked in 2015 to speak at the first ever TEDxGaborone (Botswana). Daunting is the word that comes to mind. The idea was to speak on imagination and I did so, not because I felt comfortable doing so but because I have trafficked in it for the better part of decade and figured that if nothing else I could chat my way through that ...history.

The video can be found here:    The language of imagination: a conversation we dream to ourselves    I hope you'll share your comments below the vid on you tube