At work, the English Department have been running a series of poetry readings and I was lucky enough to see and hear Anne Stevenson read the other day. She’s just turned 80, the same age that Sylvia Plath would be now. One poem struck me in particular – ‘On Harlech Beach’, a wonderful vision of a beach scene becoming movable type. I just loved the imagery of this when she read it out, and it made me think of brackets (parentheses!) in a whole new light.