Tuesday, March 18, 2025

i.m. John Seed (with links to posts on his work)

 I am saddened to hear of the death of John Seed, a good friend and an underrated poet. I knew him best in the 1990s in London, where we would meet to discuss politics, history (note his ‘other’ career as a historian, and his Marx for the Perplexed has nurtured me often from my naïve perplexity), and (of course) poetry and poetics. And academic life. (He was one of those who encouraged me to try to get (back) into teaching in HE.) He was an attendee at the many events we held in London, including the (near) legendary Smallest Poetry Festival in the World in 1994 (and he wrote one of his more nebulous pieces after one of these parties).

We also collaborated on Transit Depots/Empty Diaries (with John Seed [text] and Patricia Farrell [images]), London: Ship of Fools, 1993, now a rare book. One of these poems, ‘Empty Diary 1926’, is featured in one of the posts that follow.

 

(John reading at the 2005 Poetry Buzz.)

His poetry ranged from the Objectivist lyrical to the Objectivist collagist (i.e., from Oppen to Reznikoff) and I wrote about most of it, both in my book The Meaning of Form and in a series of articles, AND some of the early working notes of these (with the usual asides and digressions) appeared on this blog.  

I am thinking of Kath and any other family there might be (I stayed with John at his mother’s home in Durham, but they were in London, in a weird swap of locations.) Today is the funeral, which I am unable to attend.




This post announces my essay in the rather good Poetry and Praxis ‘After’ Objectivism: 

Pages: Robert Sheppard: Essay on John Seed in Poetry and Praxis 'After' Objectivism

This post deals with the Objectivist lyric inheritance in his early poems (a New and Selectedis available from Shearsman, as are other of his books: Seed, John).

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/robert-sheppsrd-john-seeds-lyric-poems.html 

But there are even earlier poems! Manchester: August 16th & 17th 1819  was a ‘lost’ manuscript and was published by Intercapillary Spaces in 2013, and is a poem from 1973, about the Peterloo Massacre (before he’d read Shelley on the subject, interestingly). I write about it here: 

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/robert-sheppard-objectivism-and-john.html

Here I write about John Seed’s poetics, using Objectivist ideas and Barthes’ notion of the ‘punctum’ (a connection John makes himself):

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/robert-sheppard-punctum-punctuation-and.html

Slightly earlier posts (in preparation for his appearance in The Meaning of Form as a foil to conceptual writing, which the kind of citational work John was pursuing in Pictures from Mayhew (and later works) superficially resembles) are here:

Pages: Robert Sheppard: Poetic Form as Forms of Meaning: Base Material and the Signet of Form in John Seed’s Pictures from Mayhew

A poem from Seed’s Pictures from Mayhew was published on this blogzine, here.

John was a great critic of Thatcherism and Industrial Decline and Poverty. His view of ‘England’ both as a historian (a Marxist critic of the Manchester bourgeoisie, and also of Liverpool (I’ve still got one of his articles on William Roscoe)) and as a poet were central to his 1980s and 1990s work, which I write about here. This has ‘Empty Diary 1926’ appended to it: 

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2014/11/robert-sheppard-john-seed-englands.html

Finally, he is remembered as one of the attendees of the 1994 Smallest Poetry Festival in the World, in a quite recent post:

Pages: Remembering The Smallest Poetry Festival in the World 3rd December 1994           

All in all, there’s a lot here about the various aspects of John’s work. I’m pleased to have covered most of it.

I’m sad too, when I think of a passage in Words Out of Time where I remark: ‘John Seed starts up a conversation that was interrupted 12, 23 years ago, was it?’ The next part of that rare conversation has been silenced forever. 

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 12 March 1975

Wednesday 12 March 1975 

Picasso – old, balding man, was welding gold bars into works of art. He makes me an amulet. He signs his name and writes something on a piece of paper. The doctor says there’s no hope; he is dying. But I’ve still got my amulet!

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Dream Diary Tuesday 11 March 1975

Tuesday 11 March 1975 

A [illegible: priest?]. A village in the 17th Century. You can tell Norwich by its owl, painted on the door of the old barn dedicated to medical supplies. I went over to look at the old altar. Why do people like to see this old decade and not the living church?

            The long Norwich express [train]. Mafia plotting on board. They realise the driver can’t leave his seat at a halt. The best time to smuggle – Dope –

            Later me looking for a bog on the train, its inside like a Jumbo Jet. People going for baths. Wide winding staircases.

            Later still. At bar, holding up drunken person. Later he pursues me along road in car. I promise I won’t tell her. He has a piece of cotton dangling from the car.

           

yeah!

Sunday, March 09, 2025

Dream Diary Sunday 9 March 1975

Sunday 9 March 1975 

Top of Hill Farm Way and Oakapple [Road]. A copy of The Sun in my hand. All the articles are about dancing. Requel Welch must be older than 21. Tea and biscuits on a tray will be ready soon. A vision of 15 Oakapple from exterior.

Wednesday, March 05, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 5 March 1975

Wednesday 5 March 1975 

I leave a house – somebody calls back that Chris has seen Maggie and that she’s very brown. Affronted that she hasn’t phoned I say, ‘I s’pose she’s been spending all her fucking time doing fucking nothing.’ When I get home Mum ushers me into the living room. Dad talking to Maggie. Suddenly we’re all in the hall. There’s a child. ‘What’s that?’ ‘That’s a child of C.P. Snow or Xwenpj Ulubaba. I’ve sort of adopted it.’ Mum mocks: ‘You won’t have to teach it to read.’ It is an insipid object.

            I want to get Maggie upstairs.

Sunday, March 02, 2025

Dream Diary Sunday 2 March 1975

Sunday 2 March 1975 

Talking to Grandad in Kingston Lane. It’s the end. He’s going to Hospital to die. He is nervous. Talks of Ezra Pound. Grannie calls. He runs off, nearly falls, but is caught by somebody. Somebody says, ‘Thank God he’s gone!’ I object: the only grandfather I’ve got.

| Prize-giving at school. I journey home from UEA. We aren’t allowed to take photos during the pineapple part after, though we could before. David there.

|later in David’s room, a big hand-drawn picture of water where Dali is [i.e., a poster]. David throws a dart at Stephen. It lodges in Stephen’s hair. ‘That’s not funny!’ David laughs. I’m shocked but I say, ‘I thought it was!’

‘You would!


An introduction to the diary may be read here: Pages: Dream Diary 1975 Introduction to the project

Saturday, March 01, 2025

Three March readings up the North West coast

ONE 


Although this has few details on it (and the event is looking for more readers) I will be reading a full (20 minute set) of poems as a retrospective of my writing, reading from my selected poems History or Sleep. I will read the selection I made there of my book length sequence Warrent Error, and I'll have both books for sale.  

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📅 First Event: March 19, 2025

📍 Venue: Royales, Lord Street, Southport

🕖 Time: 19:00 Sharp

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TWO

I shall be talking about, and performing a part of, my poetics/poem 'The End of the Twentieth Century', from Twentieth Century Blues, at the Jerome Rothenberg conference at the University of Glasgow on 21 and 22 March. I shall also be responding to the fact I taught using one of Jerry's anthologies. Details online. Poster below: 





 

THREE

I am also reading for Mary Earnshaw's Birkdale readings Poets' Corner on Thursday 27th March, which will be fun, but it is fully booked (already!) so no point in relating the details. I shall be reading from my last three sonnet books (in a 10 minute slot). I will read from British Standards : versions of Wordsworth, John Clare and a single silly Shelley one.