Born 1944 in Canterbury. Educated Bede Grammar School, Sunderland 1956-60. University of Hull 1972-75. Urban Theology Unit, Sheffield 1976-77.
Currently resides in Harrogate, North Yorkshire.
Perpetual student of Philosophy and Theology. Prolific poetry output in the 1960's, published in various periodicals and 'performed' at various readings in London. Sometime chair of Harrogate Poetry Workshop. When I took up painting (http: //malspaintings.bravehost.com/main.html) , once more, in the 1980's the poetic muse seemed to desert me. The dry period followed one where the muse had become far too effusive and, to coin a sculptural metaphor, the effort of chipping away at a stone to find the innate form became too arduous.
Since 2003, I have been undergoing a journey through (and hopefully out of) ME/CFS - many stages of which are reflected in my blog which can be found at:
http: //sinnaluvva.blogspot.com/
My main websites can be found at https: //www.facebook.com/pages/Malcolm-Evison-watercolours-poetry/103977771726? ref=hl
and http: //www.scribd.com/mal2411
Write now out of necessity - when the words grasp me - rather than desire.
They hang; a heavy weightlessness,
like long forgotten memories
seeking renewal. The man sits,
beside the window, looking
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Night falls; the day disintegrates. All in a moment.
Have I been sleeping, or, is it a miracle? No-one can answer for me. I close the shutters of my mind, but always there is something. Always something there; no way of escape. Soon there will be another day, I know that – the mind cannot rest, but today, all I have done is forgotten. I can feel it, always the burden is there. Today, always there is a brooding yesterday, tomorrow will be another today.
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