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Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Patricia Farrell, Joanne Ashcroft, Alan Baker and Sarah Hesketh reading in Manchester 5th September

5th September, Waterstones, Manchester, Free, 4pm

‘Patricia Farrell is a poet and visual artist. She co-organised the SubVoicive reading series in the early 80s and was a member of the arts group New River Project. She has collaborated with other writers, artists and musicians on a range of projects and publications: most notably the poets Robert Sheppard and Joanne Ashcroft, the jeweller and installation artist Jivan Astfalck, on the projectB*twixst, and Jennifer Cobbing on the dance piece, A Space Completely Filled with Matter (recently published by Veer Publications as a visual text sequence). Her work is published in magazines and collections, as well as individual pamphlets: most recently, Seven Bays of Spirituality (Knives Forks and Spoons Press). She completed a PhD thesis in 2011 on poetic artifice in philosophi
cal writing. Her collection, The Zechstein Sea, was published by Shearsman Books in 2013.’

Sarah Hesketh is a poet and freelance project manager. She holds an MA in Creative Writing from UEA and is the author of two collections of poetry Napoleon’s Travelling Bookshelf (Penned in the Margins, 2009) and The Hard Word Box: A Poet’s Exploration of Dementia and Ageing. (Penned in the Margins, 2014). In 2013-14 she was a poet in residence with Age Concern. In 2015 she was commissioned by the Holocaust Memorial Day Trust to write Grains of Light, a sequence based on the life of holocaust survivor Eve Kugler.

Alan Baker grew up in Newcastle-upon-Tyne, and has lived in Nottingham since 1985, where he is editor of poetry publisher Leafe Press and its associated magazine Litter. His latest poetry collections are “all this air and matter” (Oystercatcher) and “Whether” (KFS)

Joanne Ashcroft has a BA Creative Writing and English, Edge Hill University 2008 and an MA Creative Writing, Edge Hill University 2010. She was joint winner of the inaugural Rhiannon Evans Poetry Scholarship 2010. From Parts Becoming Whole (The Knives Forks Spoons Press, 2011) is her first collection of poetry. Joanne was winner of Poetry Wales Purple Moose Prize 2012. Her pamphlet Maps and Love Songs for Mina Loy is available from Seren. With Patricia Farrell she co-authored Conversational Nuisance, an A3 size directional poster poem with anthropomorphised rabbit insignia, released this year by Zimzalla.

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Tuesday, September 01, 2015

Robert Sheppard: The Poetry of Saying: British Poetry and its Discontents 1950-2000; its contents and theory and earlier posts

In The Poetry of Saying (2005), to which I refer across this blog, and also in my new work-in-critical-progress, The Meaning of Form, (particularly in the footnotes I comment on here; but access the whole project here) I argue that Linguistically Innovative Poetry (and that of the British Poetry Revival before it) may be best seen as regards to a tripartite theory, involving three levels: the technical, the social and political, and the ethical. (It is interesting I didn’t say The Formal, though the second is subtitled ‘The Poetics of Form’ .) I shall post on each of these levels separately.
The technical level concerns techniques of indeterminacy and discontinuity, of collage and creative linkage, of poetic artifice and defamiliarization.
The social and political level concerns itself with a reading of the necessary dialogic nature of all utterance, including the kinds of poetry offered here. This will build on the technical devices described, ones which animate the reading process into necessary dialogue.
The ethical level of analysis extends from the first two levels into an understanding of the varieties of openness to the other implied by the techniques and social orientation of the work.

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See here for contents and original availability. The book is out of print (literally no longer in print) but may be obtained second hand, via Amazon and its associated book-sellers, and electronically from Liverpool University Press, which is the book's future, of course. Start here:

www.liverpool.universitypressscholarship.com

Bits of it are displayed by Google Books (though I'm not sure what I feel about that) and there are some sites offering free downloads of it, but I'm not going to direct you to them.

Amazon link: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Poetry-Saying-Discontents-1950-2000-Liverpool/dp/0853238197 You can definitely buy it secondhand via Amazon's associated booksellers.

Some earlier Pages posts, on the British Poetry Revival and Linguistically Innovative Poetry, were associated with the historical chapters of the book. These are:


On the British Poetry Revival:


http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/03/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-part.html

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/04/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-part.html

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/05/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-part.html


http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/08/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-part.html


Here’s a later post on the British Poetry Revival:

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/robert-sheppard-return-to-british.html


Here are the posts on Linguistically Innovative Poetry:

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/09/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-part.html

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/10/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-part.html

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2005/11/robert-sheppard-history-of-other-final.html 

Saturday, August 22, 2015

Robert Sheppard: A Laugh with Lee Harwood

This little talk was delivered at the ‘Wine, Canap├ęs and Laughter’ afternoon to celebrate the life of Lee Harwood, organised by his children Rafe and Rowan, in Brighton on 20th August 2015. There were about 130 people present, an alarming number of them poets. 

 
Friends of Lee Harwood

I want you to imagine Lee sitting alone at any desk you imagine him sitting at, late at night, a recently poured and quite decent glass of single malt to hand, and his finger poised over the controls of a CD player. When he is ready, perhaps a sip or two in, he releases the sound and sits back to savour the experience.

What do you imagine he will hear? Erik Satie? Thelonious Monk? Some unpronounceable Greek diva foisted on him by Kelvin Corcoran!?

No; it’s an old BBC recording of Listen with Mother. As the programme progresses, Lee smiles, chuckles, and finally is roaring with laughter, at this partly nostalgic, partly camp, but wholly comic, reprise of the radiophonic simplicities (or sublimities) of the 1950s. He will continue laughing long after the CD finishes. Let us leave him there, ‘sitting comfortably’, full of mirth, and perhaps contemplating a second malt.

Lee smiling

Laughter –this afternoon’s elected purpose – runs in the family. The last time I read with Lee was at a Blue Bus reading in London a couple of years ago. Rowan was there. Some way into my reading she started to laugh. In the interval I asked her what she was laughing at. She replied that she suddenly noticed that Lee and I were both wearing what I think she called ‘the poets’ uniform’, since we were – Lee more elegantly than I, of course – in almost identical blue shirts and blue jeans. That’s why I adopted this outlandish motley this afternoon. [Indicates self and points at Rafe Harwood similarly attired, though he with Harwoodian waste-coat.]

I have many memories of Lee as a friend, but most obdurately refuse to come to the surface for rediffusion. They are in denial. So it is best that I turn to my role as a critic of his work, but even this is replete with personal association. In December, I posted this unexpected and complex aside on my blog (from this post):
 
I had a strange thought working on Lee Harwood's work: during the time I write about him, I kind of feel that I am in communication with the man himself. I mean this literally. In periods of work I don't feel the necessity to phone him or write to him, and it's a surprise to find that I haven't, because I feel it's already happening. Perhaps it's a personal by-product of an effect William Rowe describes in his Three Lyric Poets: 'When Harwood explores intimacies of feeling almost too delicate for the voice to sustain, he deploys the hesitancies and gaps of everyday speech, the places where meaning breaks down into the sheer lapse of lived time.’ (p. 7)

The piece I was writing I call ‘The Gentle Art of Collage’. I’ve been rightly admonished by Peter Robinson for saying that Lee’s poetry forces the reader to co-create it, and my title is my way of atoning for this misattribution of coercion to the poetics of gentle persuasion.

I want to finish by reading a poem that I have often used – and Robert Hampson tells me he’s also used – to demonstrate as many Harwoodian qualities as possible in one poem. Extended in its title, ‘One, Two, Three’ is an invitation to the reader to gently assemble its 3 parts, and in it last line to assemble the elements of each part.

Lee used to refer to this poem as ‘that poem you seem to like’, as though he wasn’t convinced of its qualities (or mine!), but to me it perfectly articulates a unique set of contrasts that Lee himself called his ‘puritan-cavalier routine’. Between intimacy of address and distance from the separated other; between the seductions of artifice and the realities of the life-world; between focussed detail and sudden jumps and gentle juxtapositions; and in particular, in this poem, between historical knowledge and present experience, between horror and delight.

Are you sitting – standing – comfortably? Then I’ll begin….

[then I read 'One, Two, Three', a poem easily found in Selecteds and the Collected
 
Robert Sheppard 20th August 2015


Tom Raworth was mainly outside the building - I was inside! - but took some photographs: here. And here.

My i.m. with links to other Lee Harwood posts may be read here.

Poems i.m. may be read here.

Friday, July 31, 2015

Robert Sheppard: my research video


I have tried to embed this video before but it's never worked. But here it is for my summer break. (Back in September.) In it, I talk both about my academic research (which today I would call simply criticism), and about my practice-led research (which I prefer to think of once more as poetry), and about poetics (whose name remains the same.) You see my books and some of the collaborations with Pete Clarke.

What you don't see is a smile. But I can smile, but only when I'm standing next to Jeff Hilson, it would seem:

If you can't wait till September try

and 

 
Tom Jenks' new zimZalla object is Conversational Nuisance, an A3 size directional poster poem with anthropomorphised rabbit insignia by Joanne Ashcroft and Patricia Farrell. More herehttp://wp.me/PDzPM-j8

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Thursday, July 30, 2015

Robert Sheppard: Tom Raworth’s As When



Parenthesis removed for further study from my forthcoming review of Tom Raworth’s As When:

(Poets beware: you cannot imitate intuition!)

Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Robert Sheppard: For Lee Harwood Burnt Journal 1939 (from Berlin Bursts)

Burnt Journal 1939 

for Lee Harwood at 70

 
The sergeant under the umbrella splashes Bovril
as he carries a cup to the private on duty.
It’s all part of the service of the services,
it seems, in this dream that you’re marched into.
 
The Cenotaph crouches under billowing silks
as a new red bus putters up Whitehall.
The colony of Belisha beacons flashes in harmony
lukewarm but welcome like a pie.

Everybody’s aunt assembles by the ambulances,
masks tested for when the city turns to mustard.
Their perforated snouts chorus submarine melodies,
rubbery inhalant hallelujahs! The last pleasure

boat is moored, the boathouse padlocked. Time
is serving time, commandeered for the duration.

 
26th February 2009

This poem was written (well in advance, it can be seen) for Lee's 70th birthday, and was included in my book Berlin Bursts. In Memoriam here.

Monday, July 27, 2015

Lee Harwood 1939-2015: in memoriam

Lee Harwood died yesterday, Sunday 26th July at 12.10. I'm glad that I saw him on Friday, however briefly, however distressing it was.



Life, like a dome of many-coloured glass
Stains the white radiance of eternity
Until Death tramples it to fragments.

                Shelley (another Sussex poet)

My review of Collected Poems in two parts here and here. On later works here; on recent works here. And an earlier gift to him here. A later 'Laugh' with Lee Harwood may be read here.