When the words have wandered far, patronise the bar, understanding less and less. Truth is anybody’s guess and Time’s a clock, five of three, mix another G and T. Set up, Joe, make that two. ’em Wallace Stevens thought in blue. Words drowns in a drunken sea, dumb, they clutch at memory. Pissed you have a double view, something else to trouble you. Inspiration clears the decks – if all else fails, write of sex. Every other word’s a lie, ain’t no rainbow in the sky. Som eget lucky, die in bed, one word stubbed in the ashtray. Dead. CONTEXTS: time a poet writes a poem it’s like it’s the first time. When you’ve finished a ”Every poem, you don’t know if you’ll ever write another one. Some poems arrive with a weight that’s more significant than other poems and you know it will take a lot of care to do it justice. Poetry, for so long now, has been the way I relate to everything. It’s like a companion. I can’t imagine ever being separated from it.” (interview in Stylist) National Poetry Society Competition has (see last year) failed to unearth ”The convincing winners from a total of 12,000 submissions. The first prize of 2,000 was ₤ awarded […] to She Was’ by Carol Ann Duffy. This is quite an effective ‘Whoever evocation of some eerie moments in the relation between motherhood and childhood, but much of the detail is predictable, and the language is not very interesting, so that the poem doesn’t improve with repeated readings.” (Review, 1983) AQA and Qualifications Alliance (an 2008: (Assessment Awarding Body in UK for specifications and holds exams in various subjects at GCSE, AS and A LEVEL and offers vocational qualifications) ‘banned’ Education for Leisure from exams/school anthologies as violence’ ‘celebrating 2009: Carol Ann Duffy is Poet Laurate of the United Kingdom
When the words have wandered far, patronise the bar, understanding less and less. Truth is anybody’s guess and Time’s a clock, five of three, mix another G and T. Set ’em up, Joe, make that two. Wallace Stevens thought in blue. Words drowns in a drunken sea, dumb, they clutch at memory. Pissed you have a double view, something else to trouble you. Inspiration clears the decks – if all else fails, write of sex. Every other word’s a lie, ain’t no rainbow in the sky. Som eget lucky, die in bed, one word stubbed in the ashtray. Dead. CONTEXTS: ”Every time a poet writes a poem it’s like it’s the first time. When you’ve finished a poem, you don’t know if you’ll ever write another one. Some poems arrive with a weight that’s more significant than other poems and you know it will take a lot of care to do it justice. Poetry, for so long now, has been the way I relate to everything. It’s like a companion. I can’t imagine ever being separated from it.” (interview in Stylist) ”The National Poetry Society Competition has (see last year) failed to unearth convincing winners from a total of 12,000 submissions. The first prize of ₤ 2,000 was awarded […] to ‘Whoever She Was’ by Carol Ann Duffy. This is quite an effective evocation of some eerie moments in the relation between motherhood and childhood, but much of the detail is predictable, and the language is not very interesting, so that the poem doesn’t improve with repeated readings.” (Review, 1983) 2008: AQA (Assessment and Qualifications Alliance (an Awarding Body in UK for specifications and holds exams in various subjects at GCSE, AS and A LEVEL and offers vocational qualifications) ‘banned’ Education for Leisure from exams/school anthologies as ‘celebrating violence’ 2009: Carol Ann Duffy is Poet Laurate of the United Kingdom