In September 2020, in that improbable window when we thought Covid was almost over, I went on holiday to Greece and stayed for a few nights in Monemvasia, a walled coastal town. It turned out to be the birthplace of Yannis Ritsos, the great poet of the Greek left. He grew up in a house … Continue reading ‘Night comes slowly here’
Tag: John Ashbery
‘It’s only when you talk to yourself that they prick up their ears’
I like anthologies - to borrow or to buy cheaply, not often to keep. There are too many poets that don’t (in the end, after a few re-readings) interest me. But how else to find out what’s out there, what’s being written? And these are the anthologies I like best: the annual volumes of The … Continue reading ‘It’s only when you talk to yourself that they prick up their ears’

