E Y E W E A R, THE BLOG - FREEDOM MEANS BEING UNAFRAID TO WRITE WHAT YOU THINK

Well, here we are.  Six years on, the little blog that could keeps chugging along.  It's a bit antiquated now, this blogging thing.  Facebook updates, tweets, and god-knows-what-else, all seem to have replaced blogs.  Tin cans and string may be next.  Anyway, I never planned this to last so long, over thousands of posts, many of them from guest bloggers and poets from across the world. What keeps me going?  Firstly, the world keeps happening, and the news remains fascinating on any given day; secondly, poems and poetry face new perils and new prospects in the face of a technologically-driven society that both welcomes "content" but skews more and more to games and freely-downloaded songs and podcasts.  The media is more and more going for audiovisual content, not text, though texting continues to be attractive.  And poetry, of course, can do audiovisual, when it wants; thirdly, life keeps throwing out its challenges, and I find this a good spac...

Leah Fritz , British-based, American-born, Poet and Writer, is 80 today!  That's wonderful news.  Fritz has been an active, popular presence on the London poetry scene for long before I arrived here in 2003 - and was one of the first to welcome me when I arrived.  She is funny, acerbic, brilliant, and an excellent judge of what makes a good poem.  Her poetry collections include From Cookie to Witch Is an Old Story (1987) and Going, Going... (2007).  Her works on feminism included Thinking Like A Woman (1975) and Dreamers & Dealers: An Intimate Appraisal of the Women's Movement (1980).   Andrea Dworkin 's classic, Intercourse , is dedicated to Leah.  Her New and Selected Poems is out from Salmon, in Ireland, in 2012, which is more cause for celebration.  I offer the following poem of hers, below, as a gift to Eyewear 's readers (with thanks to poetry pf ). Whatever Sends the Music Into Time Whatever sends the music into time, not jus...