Back from Poland

Back from Poland--after bumping across the central grey plain of Poland to Lodz (pronounced woodj, don't you know) backwards, in a mini-bus full of poets (Christopher Reid (the 'martian'), W.N. Herbert (Bill), Kate Clanchy ('the woman who sank a website'), and Justin Quinn (Irishman abroad in Prague); spending two days in the Forum Kultury talking about poetry and drinking; back, still backwards, to Warsaw; and a mini-MacNeice-summit with Renata in Warsaw...

Poland is amazing, like Prague before it was renovated, like Berlin but not as cool, like... strangely like Hounslow...  I brought back some very heavy ceramic art, a bottle of bison grass vodka and a head cold.

I came back to a pile of emails, the blank page of chapter 3, and pouring rain.  A good reason to stay in and write...