Tag Archives: John Berger

Gathering

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Just back from a busy weekend in Middlesbrough at the first T*Junction International Poetry Festival, where I read and spent time with poets from France (John Berger via Skype), London, Syria, Cuba, Serbia, Macedonia, Sussex, Finland, Estonia, Palestine, Nigeria and Teesside…No wonder I feel rather tired.

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The atmosphere was vibrant and unpredictable, a reflection of the rich diversity of poetic voices.  I felt as if I was in the eye of a storm – so many different experiences translated into something like harmony, our collective commitment to the word.  I came home with a case full of new books to see me through the autumn.

Many thanks to all the good folk of Teesside who gave us such a hearty welcome and created this nourishing and distinctive festival.  Here’s to many more…

 

 

 

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An Unfinished Story

Living, as distinct from literary, speech is continually interrupted, and there is never a single thread.

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What can happen in twenty-four hours may outlast a century.

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Silence can be like a hand extended.  (Or, of course, under different circumstances, a hand cut off.)

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Write by hand with a knuckle bleeding.  Like this blood underlines some of the words.

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Every story is about an achievement, otherwise there’s no story.

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Hope today is a contraband passed from hand to hand and from story to story.

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from John Berger’s Bento’s Sketchbook (Verso 2011)

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