postcard from TimAs the week draws to a close, with ever darker nights and chillier Edinburgh winds, we doff our caps to this week’s run of Happenings…

Our latest instalment of pure liquid podcast gold is live and aching for your ears. Featuring Salt poets Julia Bird and Andrew Philip chatting about their poetic adventures, and zooming in for a closer look at the Global Poetry System, it’s well worth a listen. We advise you subscribe to be front of the queue, but you can download if you’d rather… Do email Ryan and Colin with your thoughts!

Ryan would additionally like to thank the email correspondent who offered to share their $78,000 wealth with him. He says his bank details are on their way…

Dave brought chocolate donuts!

Julie’s got her Essence Press hat in London, showcasing her wares at the Poetry Library Special Collections and Artists’ Books Open Day.

We were thrilled to find, via our poet pal Aiko, that the latest McDonald’s advert features poetry. Can you help us help Aiko discover the circumstances of the mature cheese advert currently also featuring poetry?

Robyn has spent a goodly part of the day cooking up March plans, and came across this paragraph while reading on the train: “The poets made all the words, and therefore language is the archives of history, and, if we must say it, a sort of tomb of the muses. For though the origin of most of our words is forgotten, each word was at first a stroke of genius, and obtained currency because for the moment it symbolized the world to the first speaker and to the hearer. The etymologist finds the deadest word to have been once a brilliant picture. Language is fossil poetry.” – Lots of people will know this quotation, but some may not, and it stakes a high and beautiful claim for poets and their language – it’s from Ralph Waldo Emerson’s essay, ‘The Poet’.

Lorna completed a very successful session of workshops on war poetry with school children at Edinburgh Castle.

Beanbags, the Moustaches of Poets and fabulous Penguin book cover postcards (sadly out of stock, I spy! Horrors!) received from north-dwelling friends called Timothy have been tilting our windmills. What’s been tilting yours?

Till next week!