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PoetCasting and Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch

I've mentioned PoetCasting on the Wasteland before - an admirable and, I think, extremely valuable collection of audio recordings of established and emerging contemporary poets, professionally put together by the enterprising young poet Alex Pryce. Andrew Motion's Poetry Archive should watch its back.

Well - shameless self-promotion alert - having been featured on the site in a joint venture with literary magazine Pomegranate, showcasing young poets published in the magazine since its beginnings, I've my own feature on the site now, including recordings of four poems from the sparks.

It was great of Alex to come up and record this and, more generally, for her to run PoetCasting so professionally and diligently in the first place (on visiting Sheffield, she recounted how whenever her mother rings her up, she's invariably on a train heading someplace or other to make a recording). Unsurprisingly then, the poets featured on PoetCasting to date span the height and breadth of England, Scotland, Wales and Ireland, and more are always being added. In fact, on the same day my recordings were done, Gregory Award-winning Sheffield writer Chris Jones and Faber poet Maurice Riordan were also recorded reading, both of which'll no doubt be added to the site soon.

Do take a look at the PoetCasting site then, and if you like the sound of what you find there, subscribe to their feed for regular updates.

Also, on a slight tangent, for those interested in the work of Welsh poet Samantha Wynne-Rhydderch, my critical perspective of her poetry is now up on the British Council's Contemporary Writers website.

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