That, and I’m still blinking, is a royalties cheque for a poetry book.
It’s for about 500 copies sold, so Jeffrey Archer can sleep safe for a while.
Text Messages is a book of poems all short enough to fit into an SMS text message. Anyone wanting to contribute to the “This Year Skegness, Next Year Barbados” fund can buy it for peanuts here.
Understandably, people may be worried that buying poetry is naff, but here’s an essay “situating” (as they say) Text Messages with Henri Cartier Bresson, Roland Barthes and Geoffrey Batchen, and it might help to know that it used to be on sale at the ICA in London, till it sold out.
It’s still on sale at Tate Modern, but it’s nowhere near selling out there.