Due to the persistent verbal diarrhoea and exuberantly witty comments (I must confess, so dexterously complex in their execution a hopeless mind like mine can barely fathom them) made by certain e-presences, I have, like many other poetry bloggers, decided to switch on comment moderation. As a result, comments will take a while to appear after they have been posted. This isn't because I think my inconsequential little corner of the internet precious, and nor do I want to avoid criticism where it's due (which is pretty much anywhere really). It's just that I'm a complete spoilsport, and can't be arsed with reading through seemingly pointless ramblings (again, I realise here that they must operate on an intellectual level well above my station) or dubious criticism of poems that consists of the same lengthy rewrites pitched somewhere between the supposedly suggestive (muddled, clunky syntax, deleted verbs) and the mindblowingly hilarious. Hell knows some of my poems need fixing, but as mask after mask falls to the floor you realise that some people just take the internet too far.
POETRY IN MOTION Why one Reds supporter is committing his love for Liverpool FC to verse Liverpool FC and poetry have a lot of previous – from John Toshack’s Gosh It’s Tosh collection in the late 70s, to the verse of Dave Kirby and Peter Etherington in the fanzine Red All Over the Land , to the lines written by poet laureate Carol Ann Duffy, a University of Liverpool graduate, in the aftermath of 2012’s Hillsborough findings. Now there’s Ben Wilkinson, Reds fan and book critic for The Guardian and the Times Literary Supplement , who’s compiling a series of poems commemorating the club’s legends. “Football is part of the fabric of life, and anything that’s important to people finds its way into poetry,” he says. “Wilfred Owen’s poem 'Disabled' describes a soldier who loses the use of his legs, meaning he can never play football again. Philip Larkin’s 'MCMXIV' compares boys queuing to join the army to fans outside Villa Park. These poems have stood th