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Newington Library with the beautiful Andy Philip

November 19, 2010

I’m really pleased to be reading in Newington Library with our good friend and excellent poet — Mr Andrew Philip. Andy is one of the finest poets working in Edinburgh and setting up this reading was my way of getting the pleasure of seeing him read again. It will be your pleasure too. So come down to the library and see Andrew and I. Also, there will be some wine. Which is always very nice. Yum.

Here’s the blurby blurb:

An Evening of Poems…

Tue. 23 Nov. 19.00 – 20.00

Featuring Ryan Van Winkle and Andrew Philip. Philip’s ‘The Ambulance box’, has been short-listed for the Forward and Seamus Heany prizes. His moving poems explore loss and discovery while addressing the death of his first child. One of our favourite Edinburgh poets. Ryan Van Winkle is Reader in Residence at the Scottish Poetry Library and his book, ‘Tomorrow, We Will Live Here’ is focused on parting from America. His collection won the Crashaw Prize in 2009.

Nothing But the Poem at Forest – 20 November!

November 14, 2010

November 20: A Free Poetry Discussion For Everyone!

20 November, 11 December — The Forest, 3 Bristo Place — 2pm

Fancy a poetry chat? Nothing But The Poem is a relaxed and informal way to meet and discuss poems. Moderated by ECL / SPL Reader-in-Residence Ryan Van Winkle.

* We read a poem * We discuss the poem * Only the poem we’ve read. * No Jargon * No experience needed * Nothing to fear * Nothing but the poem.

Edinburgh Book Launch – Nov. 18th

November 4, 2010

Book Launch – Edinburgh

I’ll be reading from my new book (that’s the cover there) live and in person.When that is done, you can join me for a party at The Forest with Jed Milroy, Hailey Beavis, Billy Liar and Black Diamond Express all playing! So, Edinburgh friends, fetch your diaries this book is coming!

When: Nov. 18th, 6.30pm
Where: Blackwells, South Bridge, Edinburgh
&
After Party @ The Forest – 8pm ish
Does it cost?: FREE

If you can’t make it to the launch but you’d like to get a copy of my book, you can find it here (UK) and here (USA, USA!)

Here’s some nice things people have said:

“Tensions and exchanges between the generations, together with a fearless scrutiny of the self, distinguish this driven and forceful collection.  Here is a new and authentic voice with a punch in the language.” Penelope Shuttle

“Speakers recount memories that haunt them, as they seek forgetfulness or redemption. The filmic clarity of Van Winkle’s narrative shows they will be granted neither. These are thrilling poems in a confident and rich collection.” Tom Pow

“Van Winkle is a straight-talker with a good heart. This collection cuts through the fluff and gets to me, these poems are like hearing what you already know to be the truth.” Withered Hand

“It’s like Allen Ginsberg come back to life, beard and all. Van Winkle lights a Tom Waits light-bulb in these melodic snapshots, an elegy to the loved, the lost, the fallen, and to America itself.” Emily Ballou

“This luminous collection begins with the workings of the author’s ghost and ends on a bar stool contemplation of days lived and quietly lost. In between is all the richness and wonder of things. Like a ghost, he returns again and again to concern himself with the workings of the dead, gravity, the passage of time; growing up and growing old. If he had picked up a guitar rather than a palette,  these are the songs Edward Hopper would have sung. They are songs of the season past, of the waning day, of the half lived life.  But there’s nothing melancholic about this book – far from it – the poems are shot through with light, with a determined joy. Van Winkle’s strength as a poet lies in his ability to focus on the quiet epiphanies that transform loss into wonder and wonder into art.” John Glenday

Book Launch – London – Nov. 11th

November 1, 2010

Book Launch — London

I’ll be reading from my new book (that’s the cover there) live and in person. That means you’ll be the first people in the world to be able to buy and hold and look for typos in my first ever book. Also, there will be some of the other Crashaw Prize Winning poets there all  hanging out, making merry and reading poems. You should come. Because I like seeing you and we will have fun.

When: Nov. 11th, 7pm

Where: Phoenix Artist’s Club, at Charing Cross Road, London

Does it cost?: Nobody has told me yet.

Here’s some nice things people have said:

“Tensions and exchanges between the generations, together with a fearless scrutiny of the self, distinguish this driven and forceful collection.  Here is a new and authentic voice with a punch in the language.” Penelope Shuttle

“Speakers recount memories that haunt them, as they seek forgetfulness or redemption. The filmic clarity of Van Winkle’s narrative shows they will be granted neither. These are thrilling poems in a confident and rich collection.” Tom Pow

“Van Winkle is a straight-talker with a good heart. This collection cuts through the fluff and gets to me, these poems are like hearing what you already know to be the truth.” Withered Hand

“It’s like Allen Ginsberg come back to life, beard and all. Van Winkle lights a Tom Waits lightbulb in these melodic snapshots, an elegy to the loved, the lost, the fallen, and to America itself.” Emily Ballou

“This luminous collection begins with the workings of the author’s ghost and ends on a bar stool contemplation of days lived and quietly lost. In between is all the richness and wonder of things. Like a ghost, he returns again and again to concern himself with the workings of the dead, gravity, the passage of time; growing up and growing old. If he had picked up a guitar rather than a palette,  these are the songs Edward Hopper would have sung. They are songs of the season past, of the waning day, of the half lived life.  But there’s nothing melancholic about this book – far from it – the poems are shot through with light, with a determined joy. Van Winkle’s strength as a poet lies in his ability to focus on the quiet epiphanies that transform loss into wonder and wonder into art.” John Glenday

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