Books. Favourite books. Top books. Any of them, some of them, all of them, none of them. I asked some of the Honest authors: Ferro, Kavanagh, Smith, Strang and Tiganov. (more…)
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What the London 2012 Olympics have really cost us, Iain Sinclair in a swan-shaped pedalo, the Charles Bukowski musical and more. (more…)
I live in the online world. I don’t go out much. I see things going on outside – trees blowing in the wind or something. Brick walls. I hear telephone rings and builders working away, playing their shit music and whistling. Online – the information is all there, ok maybe not all but most of it. Probably. Everyone has something to say online. There are professional voices, paid editors, or voluntary bloggers. There’s a review of everything. What’s the best cat? What’s the ideal bedside lamp? You can learn stuff that you wouldn’t admit to not knowing. How do you cook an egg? How do you touch your toes? It’s endlessly fascinating, endlessly entertaining, even if I no longer smile or feel the need to. I think the internet has evolved me. I only really go out for fags or Haribo. (more…)
Ștefan goes to see the pups out of curiosity, driven by his love for animals. He feeds the strays on the streets of Brăila daily, sometimes gives them bites out of his own sandwich, in the evenings he watches Animal Planet, but he knows he is too busy to care for a dog. Too busy driving his taxi from dawn till night in order to pay his daughter’s rent money. His daughter lives in Bucharest, in an “overpriced studio flat”, and his daughter’s solicitor’s salary is hardly enough to pay for food or the coffee she needs to keep her going. (more…)
It seems like a silly question – what is poetry? But in many ways I think it is crucial, so, for World Poetry Day, let’s spend a bit of time glaring at the roots.
What is a poet? A poet is someone who practices the art of writing poetry. Is someone adept at writing poetry.
The South Korean film, Poetry, tackles the poet/poetry issue in a very interesting manner. The protagonist, an elderly lady, decides to join a poetry class. She then struggles throughout the entire film to write a poem because she can’t get her head around how to be poetic, although her life, experience and troubles are perfect poetic fodder. She makes notes of what she sees and eventually these notes turn into a poem. (more…)
Thanks to everyone at Tooting Tales festival for having us on Saturday. The vibes, I can report, were indeed splendid. And especially thanks to Eleanor Brown and the children of the Klevis Kola Foundation – a community organisation set-up to help refugee and asylum-seeking families play a full part in the local community – who gave some great readings and wrote some very wise words at the Honest Publishing writer’s desk… (more…)
This coming Saturday (25th February 2012) Honest Publishing will be appearing at Tooting Tales literary festival. Here you’ll find us accompanying our usual modest book stall trying to sell our wares (please contribute generously…) as well as all manner of literary delights for the whole family to enjoy. (more…)
I’ve been feeling piano of late, dear friends. Light, natural light, sizzles across my face enlightening me. The miraculous entity we call light inspires me to write great works of Bart and in the middle of it, the crux, as it were, a tinkling of Hollywood piano spatters from the beyond, everything spurts from God. The piano melody speaks to the soul, harkens back to lullaby time with mother. (more…)