richardgoodson

Latest tagged entries for 'SONNET'



Congratulations Carol Ann Duffy! A Belated Review Of 'Rapture'...

Sunday, 3 May 2009 3:33 P GMT+01
A look back at 'Rapture', her last collection...

Putting Glass Babies Into The Heads Of Librarians

Friday, 19 December 2008 12:43 A GMT+01
weirded out by the afterlives of 2 of my poems... and suffering from music-envy.

Bond

Wednesday, 12 November 2008 10:06 P GMT+01
'Daniel Craig: The Screensaver' gets another airing...

Labrador Puppy Of An Anti-Sonnet

Wednesday, 27 August 2008 11:43 A GMT+01
ongoing thoughts about my poem '1969'

Ignorance

Thursday, 13 March 2008 9:47 A GMT+01
a draft of a new poem written out of my anger at the growing acceptibility - among some - of bareback sex

The Throb Of Damsons

Monday, 22 October 2007 9:50 A GMT+01
How the latest poem 'Parachute' came to be written

Mind The Gap

Saturday, 29 September 2007 4:03 P GMT+01
The gap between the big toe and the next one to it...

settee

Tuesday, 14 August 2007 8:54 A GMT+01
in which our poet writes about AIDS, furniture and aeroplanes...

Houdini, ping-pong balls, spiders, bees and beetles

Tuesday, 19 June 2007 9:50 A GMT+01
or 'how to escape from a poem'

virtual sex, vision and virtuosity

Tuesday, 12 June 2007 9:55 A GMT+01
or why poets shd get naked and show us their flaws...

skin deep

Monday, 4 June 2007 5:00 P GMT+01
poets as meat. poems with bloodflow. eating rednecks in Wyoming. It must be draft #4 of 'webcam'.

how to disappear

Monday, 14 May 2007 10:24 A GMT+01
in which the 'webcam' poem reaches draft #3

inked and bowlered

Friday, 4 May 2007 10:24 A GMT+01
in which our poet wears a bowler, in homage to Magritte and Clockwork Orange...

webcams 'r' us

Wednesday, 18 April 2007 8:13 P GMT+01
in which our poet's conjoined twin gets obliterated, and his sexlife edges onto the stage...

Daniel Craig Screensaver

Wednesday, 11 April 2007 5:21 P GMT+01
in which our poet works hard on a paean to work, all worryingly Protestant...

quasi una soneta

Tuesday, 10 April 2007 9:19 P GMT+01
in which our poet gets nauseous about perfect sonnets...