Archive for July, 2009

I became a poet for more or less the same reason everybody else did: I’m lazy and I wanted to sleep late. That was the job description. You get to sleep late, drink late and most people won’t ever find out you’re stupid because what you do is beyond comprehension anyway – your roots... »

Toronto, Ontario, Canada. Last monday night (July 13) I performed with Paul Dutton at the Scream Literary Festival Mainstage outside in the warm but comfortable summer evening (the days here are not as comfortable). Paul and I were doing an expanded repeat of last years performance and I for one thoroughly enjoyed it despite... »

A few years ago the Icelandic poetry world was rocked by a tectonic scandal that nobody noticed for weeks (and by now, everyone’s forgotten about). The country’s most prestigious poetry award, Ljóðstafur Jóns úr Vör, was given to the wrong poet. A young man from one of Reykjavík’s neighbouring towns was called up and... »