RNA Blog Interview
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I've been interviewed today on the Romantic Novelists Association blog,
largely about my forthcoming novel The Queen's Secret - published under the
pseud...
3 hours ago
a saturnine and gelid attic
(Feb 5, 1909 - Dec 4, 1993)
Old men and their mythologies. The line’s
Seán Rafferty’s, who walked into his eighties,
brewed poems for his dead first wife, sold wines
and beers, and never stood on stages,
no, never stood on stages, and had to say
some poet was important, what they meant –
as if pub rules were hung there to obey –
that a certain woman was intelligent;
instead of pulling pints six days a week
slide in he’d sat beside Octavio Paz,
that the poems of a paleskin from Mozambique
were African in their sense of jazz,
and with every birthday pint a lifespan affords
take slower, slyer steps across the boards.
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