Jan Noble
@jannoble.bsky.social
Knowing I’ll never reach you but being OK with getting close…”Jan Noble has gilded tonsils” (LPT) ★★★★★
https://jannoble.co.uk
https://jannoble.co.uk
Two figures, in a landscape.
You and I, holding hands on a cold November day, watching the world go the other way…
You and I, holding hands on a cold November day, watching the world go the other way…
November 16, 2025 at 7:42 PM
Two figures, in a landscape.
You and I, holding hands on a cold November day, watching the world go the other way…
You and I, holding hands on a cold November day, watching the world go the other way…
Described by critic John Gibson Lockhart as a “vulgar cockney” John Keats was born above this London pub (formerly the Swan and Hoop) on this day in 1795.
October 31, 2025 at 5:16 PM
Described by critic John Gibson Lockhart as a “vulgar cockney” John Keats was born above this London pub (formerly the Swan and Hoop) on this day in 1795.
This is not a love poem. This is a death of love poem.
October 28, 2025 at 5:05 PM
This is not a love poem. This is a death of love poem.
What was the name of that town we didn’t visit? Where the train didn’t stop? That we passed by in rain? I’d like to go back there. Please, please take me back…
October 23, 2025 at 12:00 PM
What was the name of that town we didn’t visit? Where the train didn’t stop? That we passed by in rain? I’d like to go back there. Please, please take me back…
It happens that I arrive in the rain…
18-11-25 →
18-11-25 →
October 17, 2025 at 8:15 AM
It happens that I arrive in the rain…
18-11-25 →
18-11-25 →
There’s plenty of badly built poetry out there that should come with similar warnings…
October 9, 2025 at 11:22 AM
There’s plenty of badly built poetry out there that should come with similar warnings…
October 8, 2025 at 9:55 AM
More howling into the void, more incantation intended to dispel the effects of bad poetry...
This week’s essay, and Nº 32 in the series, is online now. Free to read over on Substack
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
This week’s essay, and Nº 32 in the series, is online now. Free to read over on Substack
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
October 7, 2025 at 9:50 AM
More howling into the void, more incantation intended to dispel the effects of bad poetry...
This week’s essay, and Nº 32 in the series, is online now. Free to read over on Substack
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
This week’s essay, and Nº 32 in the series, is online now. Free to read over on Substack
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
An essay describing an encounter with my nemesis… and how I manifested the presence of another old ghost.
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
October 5, 2025 at 12:56 PM
An essay describing an encounter with my nemesis… and how I manifested the presence of another old ghost.
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
There are days like these. On the slant, on the tilt, out of focus, But here’s a window. And there. there’s the sea…
October 4, 2025 at 2:36 PM
There are days like these. On the slant, on the tilt, out of focus, But here’s a window. And there. there’s the sea…
Sending signals out to the universe. I am not in distress, I do not need assistance. I am not adrift, I am simply failing to maintain my position. I feel both the pull of the tide and a resistance to go with it, I feel the need for attatchment and yet a desire to break free. This is my flag.
October 3, 2025 at 10:20 AM
Sending signals out to the universe. I am not in distress, I do not need assistance. I am not adrift, I am simply failing to maintain my position. I feel both the pull of the tide and a resistance to go with it, I feel the need for attatchment and yet a desire to break free. This is my flag.
Come, give me your hand. Let me take you there…
September 19, 2025 at 9:16 AM
Come, give me your hand. Let me take you there…
Further investigation into the intersection of poetry and theatre… coming to a room near you soon…
September 18, 2025 at 11:04 AM
Further investigation into the intersection of poetry and theatre… coming to a room near you soon…
Beginning with a consideration of a sign that (allegedly) hung in a record company office corridor in London: “Artists. Stop where the carpet starts.”
June 15, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Beginning with a consideration of a sign that (allegedly) hung in a record company office corridor in London: “Artists. Stop where the carpet starts.”
Last week I offered a short collection of unrelated micro-essays to be read in no particular order…
June 15, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Last week I offered a short collection of unrelated micro-essays to be read in no particular order…
May 18, 2025 at 4:26 PM
The first step in giving something up is not understanding why you need to give it up but why you were attached to it in the first place…
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
May 11, 2025 at 7:33 PM
The first step in giving something up is not understanding why you need to give it up but why you were attached to it in the first place…
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
May 5, 2025 at 8:56 AM
My latest publication… open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...
May 3, 2025 at 12:35 PM
My latest publication… open.substack.com/pub/jannoble...