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A summer melancholy poetry workshop
The sun is here and yet, the yearning is eternal. For those of you who are sick of the saccharine. Yes, the flowers around us are blooming, but much like Persephone, the dark and the light are just two sides of the same coin.
I don’t know about you, but my favourite memories as a kid consisted of the summer holidays; the way the days seemed to stretch ahead in an endless haze. Often, I’d find this freeing, dreamlike, but sometimes that infinite loop of time would start to feel uneasy.
In my opinion, summer itself is a liminal space (and we know how much I love those round here)
If you are a sucker for nostalgia, if you have a morbid sense of humour, if you’re a pragmatic dreamer, if you enjoy having a hot queer summer with a side of existentialism, or if you like writing poetry that feels like a fever dream, this is for you.
Come away feeling seen, supported and celebrated, after attending a poetry seminar designed to feel suitably unhinged.
‘A wink and a crooked smile. Chorus of cracking knuckles, a concert of injuries. The fireflies, bats, June bugs and I we all saw you watching.The cricket stripped grateful for the Angels share like "goddamn, this air tastes delicious".’ - Sabrina Benaim
20.06.26
2:00pm - 4:00pm gmt
Zoom
A summer melancholy poetry workshop
The sun is here and yet, the yearning is eternal. For those of you who are sick of the saccharine. Yes, the flowers around us are blooming, but much like Persephone, the dark and the light are just two sides of the same coin.
I don’t know about you, but my favourite memories as a kid consisted of the summer holidays; the way the days seemed to stretch ahead in an endless haze. Often, I’d find this freeing, dreamlike, but sometimes that infinite loop of time would start to feel uneasy.
In my opinion, summer itself is a liminal space (and we know how much I love those round here)
If you are a sucker for nostalgia, if you have a morbid sense of humour, if you’re a pragmatic dreamer, if you enjoy having a hot queer summer with a side of existentialism, or if you like writing poetry that feels like a fever dream, this is for you.
Come away feeling seen, supported and celebrated, after attending a poetry seminar designed to feel suitably unhinged.
‘A wink and a crooked smile. Chorus of cracking knuckles, a concert of injuries. The fireflies, bats, June bugs and I we all saw you watching.The cricket stripped grateful for the Angels share like "goddamn, this air tastes delicious".’ - Sabrina Benaim
20.06.26
2:00pm - 4:00pm gmt
Zoom