The Voluptuous Manifesto

All work and no play makes Jill a very dull girl

Monday, 18 July 2022

The Rat Pack – and in loving, joyous memory of Susan

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When you hear of The Rat Pack, you possibly think of Hollywood and Vegas in the 1960s; of Sinatra, Deano and Sammy. But there was an earlier...
Sunday, 17 July 2022

The Minions take on the culture war warriors

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Most people who know me know that I love the Minions. Okay, I was late to the game – finally catching up via shorts, social media and mash-u...
Friday, 17 June 2022

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I peel   I peel dead eczema skin From my palms Peering close to see What’s underneath   I pick at the ephemera Of memory Questioning closely...
Tuesday, 12 April 2022

Stars: looking up at the heavens

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Stars   ‘We are all in the gutter,’ said Wilde ‘But some of us look for the stars’   Yet the heavens are blank over London Since light cance...
Saturday, 9 April 2022

Spring 2022: A poem for a troubled season

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Spring 2022 A furious wind screams in across the Baltic, Winter’s raging farewell that cuts clean to the bone. Crows scythe through the air,...
Sunday, 13 March 2022

A book about a cat and books – what could be better?

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It was The Other Half who, late last week, pointed me toward the Waterstones website for  The Cat Who Saved Books , a slender novel (224 pag...
Wednesday, 2 March 2022

C+nto – a stunning poetic riff on being a butch dyke

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It was arguably a fortuitous coincidence that saw me pick up a copy of   C+nto. Having read a review of Joelle Taylor’s 2021 collection of p...
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Amanda Kendal
London-based journalist, writer, artist and occasional poet, widowed, but living with a cat. Many interests – this blog covers lots of things. It is 100% personal. Non-PC. No party line. My art is available to buy at www.redbubble.com/people/AmandaKendal/shop
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