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A poem to read in the bath… ‘My Heart Leaps Up’

This short poem by William Wordsworth says a lot of me about being a child, being an adult, and appreciation of nature. I had a wonderful Wordsworth lecturer at university who truly loved the poet and she brought his poems to life with her enthusiasm, so this poem is dedicated to Mary Wedd who recited Wordsworth’s poems and showed us photographs of the Lake District. ‘My Heart Leaps Up’ My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky: So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man; So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die! The Child is father of the Man; And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.” Above is my old copy of ‘Selected Poems’, written on the inside cover with my name and college and the date ‘December 1979’ making it one of the first books I bought. I remember the anticipation I felt, never having studied Wordsworth before. My Everyman’s University Library edition was published in the Seventies by JM Dent & Sons. Dent is now an imprint of Orion. For the Poetry Foundation’s biography
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Categories: Book Love and Poetry.

↑↓ Going Up Going Down 14

↑ Authors defend green countryside The Lake District [below] inspired William Wordsworth, Wessex inspired Thomas Hardy. Now some of the most iconic parts of English countryside which have inspired writers and poets for centuries are under threat by new home construction, according to the Campaign to Protect Rural England. An unprecedented list of British writers, including CPRE  president Sir Andrew Motion, Philip Pullman, John Le Carre, David Lodge, Bill Bryson and Jeanette Winterson, have protested against excess development. The letter to Government called for change: “As artists and writers who have been inspired by the matchless beauty of England, we urge the Government to support the three basic principles set out in CPRE’s charter to save our countryside. First, build on suitable brownfield land first, rather than unnecessarily sacrificing the countryside. Second, real localism: give people a proper say in shaping the places they love. Finally, we must build more houses – not executive houses on green fields, as is too often the case now, but well-designed affordable homes in the right places.” ↑Rankin on stage Dark Road, Ian Rankin’s first stage play, earned four curtain calls at its premiere at Edinburgh’s Royal Lyceum Theatre on September 25, 2013. Written
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Ideas at dawn

Like most writers, I keep a notepad and pen beside my bed. Sometimes an idea comes to me in the middle of the night, so I try silently to slide the drawer open, extract the book, and scribble in it in the dark without waking my husband. It’s interesting, the effect complete darkness has on your writing skill. Often when I read my notes, the next morning, my handwriting is double its normal size and slants alarmingly across the page. Ideas often come to me in that phase between dream and wakefulness, when the brain mixes up elements of memory, dreams and imagination and comes up with plot solutions. Some of my big plot decisions originate from notes taken on waking. It can be frustrating trying to stay in the zone, when your body is waking up. Sometimes I will try to extend the moment, screwing up my eyes to exclude light, and going deaf like a teenager ignoring the alarm ringing at 7am for school. In Becoming a Writer, Dorothea Brande advocates getting up an hour earlier than usual and writing before doing anything else, and particularly before reading anything. Write about whatever is in your head, she says.
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Categories: On Writing.