|Posted by lisahannah on January 6, 2019 at 2:50 PM|
Do you want to start writing more this year? Would you like to compile a portfolio of original work?
These short courses can help you to develop your writing skills and kick-start your own writing projects.
* Creative Journal Keeping
* Writing for Beginners
* Writing with Purpose
* Writing Poetry
Each course lasts a total of 6 weeks and costs £48. Basic materials will be provided.
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|Posted by lisahannah on October 6, 2011 at 6:50 PM|
This poem is a vent
that draws the killer gas
away from your attic,
seals the damaged pipes
brings paradise through the kitchen window
red red popping
|Posted by lisahannah on March 13, 2011 at 8:06 AM|
In view of all the celebrations I tried to decide on my favourite book but just ended up with a list . Here are some of the books that have had a lasting impression ... Sons and Lovers by D H Lawrence, W H Auden's from The Witnesses, Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller, Collected Anne Sexton poetry, Painted Woman by S Woolf, The Bone People by Keri Hulme, Women who Run with the Wolves C P Estes, The Beauty Myth by Naomi Wolfe Don't Look Now by Daphne Du Maurier, Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess, You Get so Alone some times by Charles Bukowski, Medea by Euripedes, Raymond Carver's What we talk about when we talk about love, Brotherhood of the Grape by John Fante
|Posted by lisahannah on March 1, 2011 at 9:45 AM|
I've just started working on a play, trying to move out of poetry. Dialogue is coming along reasonably well but I'm struggling to make anything happen. Devices are coming through but finding it tough to decide what is at stake for the characters.
|Posted by lisahannah on January 7, 2011 at 2:33 PM|
Just finished Flight of the Falcon by Daphne Du Maurier. Full of suspense and pictures of old Italy. Vespas, palaces, myths and a woman dead on church steps. Spectacular. Couldn't have predicted the ending. Well worth a read.
|Posted by lisahannah on October 1, 2010 at 9:37 AM|
fed you hot air
and made you a spectacle
where paintings rotate,
And today, cylinder
they mount you on a spindle
like Sleeping Beauty
and finger you
from static to rapid,
arguing about your first name.
The Greeks opt for the wheel of life
ζωή - zoe, and τρόπος - tropos,
but others hurl, soul taker
the Devil's Wheel,
forgetting that what matters most is magic.
Your first whirl thrills the dancer
clumsy in the first Richter,
adagio until you gain speed;
fouetté en tournant
fouetté en tournant
fouetté en tournant.
Equus is the same in the manege
awaiting the spin like a whip;
two inch thoroughbred
poised to walk, trot, gallop,
The others, await your interest:
Tomfoolery ball balancing
Professor Crumble's hat passing monkeys
pirouettes stored in an ornament
tickets for the Baboon Theatre
and the acrobat forever falling.
|Posted by lisahannah on September 28, 2010 at 9:05 AM|
The final 46 poems chosen for the anthology. Hard going, since I only liked four a few weeks ago. Final selection is related to identity and how we expose different parts of ourselves to different audiences.
Next project is a collaborative one. Email if you are interested or comment.
|Posted by lisahannah on February 11, 2010 at 3:17 PM|
The poems are all in place, enlarged onto a blue, curved wall that represents the path of the river. They stand about nine ft high.
On the reverse, my photographs of the Ratty and Altmore Road are part of a montage with beautiful scenic pictures from Amanda Hardman and images from David Hardaker of the wildlife and landscape around Crosby Beach.
Listening posts and smell stations are part of the exhibit too. And there are pipes for you to reach into and guess the object, if you are brave enough!
|Posted by lisahannah on September 27, 2009 at 5:16 PM|
The project is coming on really well. There are lots of photographs coming through.
I've finished a sequence of nine poems for the Alt Collection and am working on a piece about the petrified forest - thinking about the world before people. Hard to imagine really.
Planning to look at maps of the river and do a walk along the Alt, towards Crosby. Meeting up with the curator at the museum before we hit November and the weather takes a turn for the worse.