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I’m not going to try to write a novel this month (but if you fancy the idea, see the National Novel Writing Month site). Instead, I’m going to sublimate my literary urges by memorising poetry. It’s quite restful to recite poems while cycling, though I am not brave enough to do much more than whisper them when there are lots of people about. My repertoire is four poems at the moment: Ode to a nightingale; Kubla Khan; London, by Blake; and Shakespeare’s sonnet #138. Next up: Wordsworth’s Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey.