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Seaway launched Tuesday


The launch went very well last night - thank you all who came, and supported the poets reading. The shop estimates over 90 in attendance, perhaps 100. Sales of books were vigorous, to match (over 75 Salmon books sold). It was good to see such warmth from the London poetic community.
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Tuesday, 4 November, 2008

Todd Swift & Fellow Salmon Poets
Celebrate the launch and signing of his Seaway: New & Selected

Featuring guest readers Patrick Chapman, Susan Millar DuMars, Kevin Higgins, Jessie Lendennie, and Pete Mullineaux

Admission free
Start Time 7 pm

Oxfam Books & Music
91 Marylebone High Street
London, W1

To reserve a place
Call Martin on 0207 487 3570

Comments

Antoine Cassar said…
Best of luck for the book launch, Todd!

I've just been reading your chapbook "Café Alibi" on the site of The Other Voices International Project. I very much enjoyed the flowing metaphors of "Water, Running" (despite or perhaps due to the banal beginning, or maybe both), but what has struck me the most is the image of the lines "She sank into the Sargasso / of herself" (and touched a wreck) in "The Influence of Anxiety at the Seaside with Tea". Great title for a poem by the way!

Which authors' influence are you most anxious of?

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