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| Interview with Selima Hill by Debbie Taylor YOU have to get a train from Waterloo - it takes about three hours. Then a bus from the station - No, don’t get a taxi. It’s miles and it’ll cost you a fortune. Get off at the Post Office and walk down the lane to the bridge over the river -’ Selima Hill lives in Paradise - literally. Her house, No 2 Paradise Cottages, is on the towpath beside a little river a few minutes walk from the sea. It’s a proper sort of river with shiny pebbles, upended ducks, dragonflies. Her cottage is a proper sort of cottage: beamed ceilings, pine floors, raggy rugs, saggy sofas. Dogs. A speckled hen. Even a lily pond. It’s sunny and we drink tea in the garden, propping the tape recorder on an old apple-crate. Selima Hill is small, tabby-haired, energetic. She’s dressed in shades of orange - one of the emblematic colours that animate her poems. The house is full of such colours: a vase of red carnations; a porch of richest indigo. She’s the kind of person who sleeps with the doors unlocked and the windows open, despite ‘important-looking spiders’ and ‘moths like bats’ (‘Being single’). She’s the kind of person who goes sea-swimming in November, or at midnight. She’s the kind of person… For the whole interview, read Issue 6 » Subscribe! Go to » Selima Hill's Method |
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For more on SELIMA HILL, go to www.contemporarywriters.com
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