On 30 April I attended a workshop run by Chris Beckett ("The Turing Test") then listened to a panel discussion with Naomi Wood ("This is Why We Can't Have Nice Things"), Karen Stevens ("Brilliant Blue") and Nicholas Royle (BBSS editor, etc), chaired by Alison MacLeod.
- Naomi Wood said she'd spent 15 years writing novels and failing to write successful short stories before studying examples of the form, which she thought closer to the poem than the novel.
- Nicholas Royle thought that his pieces often began with an idea rather than a character. With the short story he could be experimental without taking too much of a risk.
- Karen Stevens' recent collection has linked stories. She thought intimacy was a characteristic of the form.
I wouldn't disagree with any of these comments. I think the statement about the poetry/story connection needs modernising though. Poetry has "moved on" since there was a UK poetry mainstream where the comparison made more sense. In the US, the situation's murkier still. In what sense is (say) Jorie Graham's poetry more like stories than (say) David Means' novels are?
I think CS Lewis in 1961 was onto something when he wrote "poetry is now more quintessentially poetical than ever before; 'purer' in the negative sense. It not only does (like all good poetry) what prose can't do: it deliberately refrains from doing anything that prose can do" ("An Experiment in Criticism").
Spain. Somebody has tried to cross out the Hawaii pizza
South of Dublin
Cambridge
Hardy called Swanage Knollsea. In this photo there's a concrete pillbox, crab and lobster pots, and a folly from London. The ships that took Portland stone to London were ballasted with odds and ends for the return journey - bollards, etc.
This "Great Globe", on the edge of Swanage dates from the 1870s. It's about 3m in diameter and was made in Greenwich.
Dancing Ledge is a terrace of rock that's covered at high tide. A cuboid hole was cut into it to make a swimming pool. My mother's school used it to teach the children how to swim. I never saw my mother swim.
When this shop was Woolworths there was a ballroom on the first floor. My parents met there. My cousin owns the shop now. Their storeroom is upstairs.
These Dinosaur prints are in a field far from anywhere.
My story collection "By All Means" (ISBN 978-0-9570984-9-7), published by Nine Arches Press, is on sale from
My poetry pamphlet "Moving Parts" (ISBN 978-1-905939-59-6) is out now, on sale at the