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University of Cambridge celebrates 800 years

Suzi — Mon, 19 Jan 2009 16:34:43 +0000

I was in Cambridge over the weekend and got to see some of the celebrations for the 800 year anniversary of the university. On Saturday night there was a wonderful light show projected on to the Senate House with illustrations by Quentin Blake. On Sunday morning Tim and I wandered to the Fitzwilliam to see the The Chatto Quartet playing Sergey Ivanovich Taneyev’s Piano Quartet in E major in the Gallery there. It was amazing listening to such lovely music surrounded by fabulous art.

John Stammers

Suzi — Thu, 28 Feb 2008 20:11:19 +0000

I only have two weeks left of my poetry class and I’m feeling very sad about it. John Stammers is an interesting teacher and a good poet so it’s been an honour to attend his class. So good in fact that I might have to go back to City Lit for more of their quality education!

Free poetry readings at Somerset House

Suzi — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 20:34:09 +0000

If you happen to be in London on Friday or indeed selected Fridays over the next few of months it might be worth going to Somerset House for one of their free poetry readings. Dates and poets are listed. Somerset House is great place to go between 10 and 2 on a Monday because The Courtauld Gallery is free to visit.

We just say we exist

Suzi — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 21:51:58 +0000

So much has been happening lately. I was so pleased to hear that Alan Johnston had been freed that I cried. I became suspicious of Facebook and their data collection. I finally finished an assignment for my OU course. I gave up sugar and feel a million times better and I rediscovered Cake – the band not the food!

The oddest thing is the sugar. Once you’ve given it up you realize that it is everywhere and in everything. I feel like I’ve landed on a planet where the main food source is sugar.

I have to teach some adverbs tomorrow to my class so I had better go and get my head round the things. The best definition I have found so far is by Martin Parrott that they are the ‘dustbin’ word class – for all the words that wouldn’t fit in anywhere else.

I feel a poem coming on!

We?
We are…
the dustbin class that you sweep all your remains into.
We are the ones who don’t want to be categorized or pigeonholed.
We want to be free but are forced into a class structure,
into a place in your neat tidy world.
They call us the adverbs and we just say we exist.