Monday, 23 April 2007

The Poet Speaks

The Poet is on Start The Week.  Radio 4, 9am, 23rd April, (that's in about 5 minutes) talking about his book Guernica and Total War (Profile).  I am so self-centered that I forgot to mention it.  That's the best interpretation I can come up with.  Happily, a podcast, and Listen Again on your computer is available.  Do it here.

23 Apr 2007 08:51:48 | The Poet

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Deborah

I did listen to the Poet and the whole discussion was very interesting.

In this week's Guardian Weekly there was this too:
http://books.guardian.co.uk/review/story/0,,2055767,00.html
about another book to buy, this one by Geert Mak

Posted by: Deborah | Tuesday, 08 May 2007 at 09:34 PM

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