The new Baroque is a bigger and, I think, more beautiful site. In true steampunk-Baroque fashion, I made it myself.

It encompasses my writing life, with details of my publications and readings and where you can find my work – both poetry and prose – online. More importantly perhaps, it also gives details about my services for writers.

As well as running a course on technique – called ‘Making Poetry’ – at the Poetry School, I also run other tutorial activities:

• several Saturday workshops a year
• one-to-one tutorials, either in person or by email
• more ongoing mentoring, where I work with you to pull out the best in your writing and develop all aspects of your writing life.

I also provide editing services. That is, I can:

• Proofread your manuscript
• Line-edit your manuscript
• Help you shape your poetry collection
• Work with you to develop a book out of the poems you have

As well as all this, good old Baroque in Hackney itself is still on top form. Recent posts include:

• Deckchairs, Beckett, snow, and cats
• Picasso, Hockney, colour, and dragons
• the Baroque 10-step plan for 2012
• and my pieces on the deaths of Christopher Hitchens
• and Vaclav Havel

I’ll be thrilled if you’ll have a look and sign up to get email updates of the new website. And I’ll be really grateful if you’ll recommend (or hire!) me as a tutor, mentor, or editor.

Here’s to a vibrant and very Baroque 2012.

The 16:48 to http://baroqueinhackney.com

… and with that, she packed her bags and was gone. The old house remained much as it had been, for she could never bear to dismantle the scene of so many happy times, and indeed visitors in months to come would wander through its empty halls, wondering about the parties and glittering company they had seen… but for her part, she departed, with her bags and boxes as she could carry, and took up the new place.

And so it is. I am now holding court at a new professional poetry-n-literature website which includes this blog as its landing page. This site will remain up for the time being, certainly until such time as I can sort out whatever the issue is which is not letting me import my archive files to the new one. But all activity is now going on at the new  site.

And what activity it is!

Do please have a look and subscribe, and help make the new Halls of Baroque as happy as the old.

So where I expected to be writing today to say Don’t come here! Go there! I am now writing to say Stay! At least till we get it sorted out! It’s been a week or two of frustration and now this is doing my head in. Frankly.

I had thought in my initial planning daydreaming stage that I might take this three-week hiatus from life and write a quick little book, or anyway a book proposal, as well as knocking together my couple of websites, doing some freelance work, sorting out the aged aunt, doing all my mountainous ruinous scary paperwork, not minding everyone being away, and basically being productive and perfect and needing nothing and nobody. Instead, what do I find! Alas. Quel drag. Merely human. Living on peanut butter, blueberries and a few crispbreads, playing Radio 3 all night for company, life frustrating and inconclusive, people elusive and the outside world like treacle, and not achieving very much from the list at all.

But I was really pleased to have at least done my websites…!

The riots didn’t help at all, but the recuperation has been greatly assisted by the remix videos of David Starkey rapping on Newsnight… Check it out, blud, innit. I am not an archetypal successful black man.

Also, today, this by Mark Steel:

The riots were caused, apparently, by black culture, and we can get round the fact some rioters were white by saying they’d turned black, and get round the fact most black people don’t riot by saying they’ve turned white. You could use that logic to prove that being Welsh causes boats to capsize, or that everything alive is a penguin.

So I have emailed my young men, who may or may not be up yet, being penguins. I’m going to try and do some work, and get a haircut, and give Mlle B some money for her trip to Berlin, and do more work, and go meet a friend in Shoreditch, for I have got bare cheap tickets to see Much Ado About Nothing, bruv. (I’m sure that Shakespeare was secretly black. Ahead of his time.)

I will let you know as soon as my web situation is resolved.

The great James Thurber. This was one of my very favourite cartoons when I was but a child; and I had a lot of favourite cartoons. I particularly loved that Thurber allowed the disenchantment to belong to a little girl… And no, here in Baroque Towers we’ve still never shaken the innocent’s belief that someone might be able to do something about it…

Right now, Mercury is retrograde. I know; it’s silly; but at the moment everything they say about Mercury being retrograde seems to be true x10. Mock not; I only found out it was thus after I’d noticed that everything was going pear-shaped. If I were Ted Hughes I’d be writing lots of letters to senior poets telling them all about it – essentially, something like this: “Things fall apart, the centre cannot hold; mere anarchy is loosed upon the world.” Then again, as Mercury is retrograde, it’s likely that the letters would get lost and arrive late, or I’d find myself unable to find a new typewriter ribbon, or to say quite what I meant… Or they wouldn’t pay any attention, they’d write back going, “Ted, mate, you just need to calm down.”

And they’d be right.

Anyway, this is my last post on wordpress.com. Sometime tonight (it’s so exciting!), my baroqueinhackney.com domain will turn, like a compass, to point to a glorious new splendour that I have been making in the past two weeks. For I have worked out my disenchantment on a brace of new websites,  which together will show you all, I am come to tell you all, everything I can do. Especially if there’s money involved. The copywriting and corporate communications one is katyevansbush.com, and it’s already live. The poetry and cultural one is baroqueinhackney.com, and it will contain all the old content – so you’ll lose nothing by following it – and there is a kind of hush all over the word as we wait for it to move forward…

If you’ve got baroqueinhackney.com already  bookmarked – as I know some of you have – you’ll go straight to the new site. If not, just go and remove “.wordpress” from your bookmark and then it will take you to the new site. And if you’re a subscriber here, I’ll love it if you click the subscribe button on the new site. Yes!

I’ll still be disenchanted, though. We’re all disenchanted.

We look everywhere for the meaning of life. Sometimes it’s right in front of our nose. This weekly series brings you the meaning of life in a bite-sized nugget, every Sunday.

Sorry to do this to you. It will be testified, and possibly even in the comments by the person who made me watch it, that I can’t stand Alien. Least of all this ridiculous, boys’-own, gross, grotesque, horrific, silly, genre, and yet quite terrifying scene. It even put me off John Hurt for a bit, after years of liking him in things.

But yesterday it suddenly occurred to me that it’s the best description I can think of for what this past week’s been like.

It occurs to me also that I’m using my ‘end of the worr-uld’ category rather a lot…

But here’s something:

You can help Siva. Utterly destroyed, his shop doesn’t even have walls now. The picture of the lootersransacking his shop was one of the most upsetting ones of the whole episode; they even took  his crappy microwave. And all the cigarettes and alcohol they stole? Not insured. Not all people with shops are rich, kids.

Keep Aaron cutting. Born in Cable Street. 89 years old, widowed last year, and now his barber shop is trashed – also without insurance. You have to hand it to him for chutzpah: “They’re meshuggenahs,” he said.

Do something nice for Ashraf. Ashraf Haziq was the boy in the film being beaten and robbed – a Malaysian student who only arrived in Britain last month. I didn’t watch the video but this is lovely, and he wants the money to bring his mum over from Malaysia because she’s so worried about him.

Rebuild Reeves. The furniture store in Croydon was built in 1864 (as ‘Ye Olde Curiositie Shoppe’) and has been in five generations of the same family. The current Chairman is 80 years old and carried his bride over its threshhold. Burning, it looked like the Great Fire of London.

You can help musician Leni White. Firebombed out of her flat above a supermarket in Ealing – she and her boyfriend watched the petrol bomb being thrown into the store, grabbed what they could, ran outside, and watched their home and studio burn down.

I’m sent a message that says:
News from Leni is sporadic, as she’s v traumatised, but I’ll be speaking to her on Saturday to get the latest. Please, in your blog, emphasise that we are overwhelmed by everyone’s generosity and kindness; Leni is feeling guilty that strangers care so much, but I think the unique circumstances of this event, and her obvious shock, are clouding her mind.

Leni has said she wishes people to pledge to her putative album, as her creativity is all she has now. If anyone wishes to make a direct donation, her Paypal account is leniwhite@gmail.com.

Sonny Malhotra in Camden, North London, is offering free family photographs for people who lost all their photographs in the riots.

To find out how else you can help, read Riots Cleanup, and/or follow them on twitter @riotscleanup.