Wednesday, December 03, 2008

Reading from CVB tonight at the Foundry, London

I'm off to catch the train to London in a few moments; I'll be reading from my new poetry collection, Camper Van Blues, tonight at the Foundry, Great Eastern Street.

If you're in the area, the Foundry is at:
86 Great Eastern Street
London EC2A 3JL
Old Street tube (exit3)
t 020 7739 6900
www.foundry.tv

All events at the Foundry start at 7pm and are FREE!

I've also been going through the Horizon Review inbox today, making final selections for the next issue of the magazine - both an arduous and an exciting task!

Horizon is now due out late February instead of early March, as I made the decision to bring the date forward to coincide with Stephen Spender's birthday centenary, which the magazine will be celebrating with various features.

And if you're reading this, Sorlil, well done!

5 comments:

Sorlil said...

Jane, thankyou! That's so sweet of you! I'm really over-the-moon to have a poem in the next Horizon Review. All the best for tonight, maybe one day I'll get to hear you read!

Michelle said...

Hope it was a great night, Jane.

Jane Holland said...

Sorlil, Michelle, many thanks. It was a legendary reading.

I was slightly the worse for the whisky, if you see what I mean, having chosen to read towards the end rather than the beginning of the evening. Nonetheless, the audience seemed appreciative - people walked in, rather than out, during my reading, which is always a good sign - and I sold a number of copies of Camper Van Blues immediately afterwards.

But then, reading poems about being pissed whilst actually being pissed follows a certain natural logic, n'est-ce pas?

BarbaraS said...

Good to hear the book is doing so well and an interesting way to render your poetry live!

Jane Holland said...

Well, I must admit to preferring to read sober and straight, since even one drink usually turns me into a stuttering wreck. But it was one of those odd evenings where you discover an ability in yourself to drink hard and stay reasonably lucid. As though the universe was inviting you to become drunk without experiencing the usual consequences.

I felt a trifle rough this morning though. ;)