Comments on: Stephen Watts, Poet

By: Will

Will — Wed, 10 Dec 2025 06:12:59 +0000

I, too, by way of Sebald! The phantom network…

By: Bradley

Bradley — Tue, 24 Jun 2025 01:53:44 +0000

Another Austerlitz visitor. Sebald opens so many doors, and I am very glad Mr. Watts is included in these

By: Richard Read

Richard Read — Sun, 12 May 2024 00:49:28 +0000

Yet another from Austerlitz…

By: Caroline Diehl

Caroline Diehl — Sun, 31 Mar 2024 10:10:17 +0000

Moving and delightful also to be taken from an Austerlitz re-reading into the so special writings of the Gentle Author and Spitalfields Life, and Stephen Watts’ life and poetry, via Sebald’s reference to ‘And so I long for snow to sweep across..’
Sebald always takes me into strange hidden loops of memories, seeming coincidences – Bethnal Green part of my life for decades, the Gentle Author loved and admired, and much more. And Stephen’s life too…

By: Simon Ross

Simon Ross — Sat, 09 Dec 2023 21:39:26 +0000

Arrived via Austerlitz too. A very nice article.

By: Katrin

Katrin — Sun, 04 Jun 2023 02:01:27 +0000

And yet another Sebaldian traveller salutes you here, one who has been swept into this flock of urban seagulls, this murder of reading crows, by a flurry of snow in June. Watts weaves a simple cloth of colour out of the threads of the dispossessed.

By: Craig Smith

Craig Smith — Thu, 08 Apr 2021 11:34:32 +0000

I too am on page 37 of Austerlitz, reading Sebald, and absolutely love the sense of cosmic, distant community formed over the years by reading this book and deciding to look these poetic lines up in a search engine and finding ourselves collected here in the comments section. Wonderful article, thank you, and a warm embrace to all those reading Sebald across the years.

By: Guy Schmitz

Guy Schmitz — Thu, 25 Mar 2021 00:50:57 +0000

I’m glad I read Austerlitz. It was there I found Watts.

By: Enid Thompson

Enid Thompson — Sun, 13 Aug 2017 11:35:00 +0000

Amazing to find myself landing here – Sebaldian coincidence perhaps? Reading “Austerlitz”, I wanted to check the quote ‘and so I long for snow …”, only to discover the poet Stephen Watts, who left North Uist for Whitechapel, while I moved to Knoydart in hope of finding solitude to read in retirement. It’s rather like Sebald meeting Austerlitz quite unexpectedly – another chance encounter with paths winding into the distance while I stay put.

By: edwin sellors

edwin sellors — Tue, 31 May 2016 11:54:23 +0000

Always a favourite of mine when frequently the now obsolete La Langoustine Est Morte (anthony Joseph et al) -Does anyone know how I might contact Stephen? I’d love to publish something of his in our journal RAGGED LION.