Off in about ten minutes, to give one of the keynote presentations at the translation symposium at UEA. I am, perforce, using the dreaded ultra-managerial PowerPoint, which comes ready with bullet points. I have dropped all the bullet points and put bits of poems and prose there. I hope it works. What am I talking about?
Clouds. Shapes in them, forming them, reading them, interpreting them, transforming them, making new clouds.
Head in clouds, as ever. Feet, I keenly hope, on terra firma.