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Thursday, December 05, 2019

Todays' post-Trump pre-election EU NATO version of Drayton's Idea's Mirrour (1594)



You know what’s happened, if you’ve been following my posts. I’ve long run out of the sonnets of Michael Drayton from his 1619 Idea, which I had been using to write my sonnet sequence Bad Idea, the latest part of The English Strain. I thought Brexit would be over before I’d written all of its 64 poems! Instead, I reached the start of October 2019. I write about it extensively (with lots of explanation, photos, and links) in the hub post HERE:



Despite the various schemes outlined in that post, I’m continuing this Brexit work with Idea’s Mirror, using selected Drayton sonnets jettisoned on his way to the definitive 1619 edition, accessing the literary equivalent to the record collector’s ‘completism’. The narrator is Idea herself, Drayton’s shadowy muse (although the Muse –capital M – is also separately addressed).

The poems are shorter in ‘Idea’s Mirror’ than they are in ‘Bad Idea’ and less may be negotiated, though more fleetly. They may allude more, but refer less. But with an election called, with a Flexibrexnextension accepted, it’s not clear how long this work will be. I’ve been trying to think that through. Does this finish with the election, with Brexit, with a referendum, or revocation?

It depends who wins the election, I suppose. I turn to the possibilities at the end of this post. Current thinking is that there will be 14 ‘Mirror’ sonnets (a current measure in ‘The English Strain’, derived from the ancient sonnet cycle, the corona).  

Here’s number 12. The NATO summit was a lot more exciting than the election campaign has been. My poems have delighted in Bo saying stupid things, but the Cum and others have buttoned his lips (and Moggy’s). They seem to weather the odd Ice Sculpture non-appearance. But the NATO conference has unmuted cameras (unlike the old days) and Trump pissed off without saying goodbye on overhearing gossip about him. Idea’s ‘cause’ was perhaps announced at the end of last week’s poem (which, until the election, may be read here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/11/another-michael-drayton-version-from.html ). Maybe read that first?


12

human hair strung on a banjo un-
mute cameras catch subject
formations fiddling one tune while
another burns the world the two-faced fan
of Brexit eyeballs Erdoğan creeping by Bo
in NATO impotence no Euro-Muse
sings the fame of Trump his un-
conscious is a high strung blackbox plinkety-plink
I’m as perfect as Drayton’s muse dictates
chorused goddess of these verses I’ll
cause my cause to survive if he elects me
at election dawn as speaker of his house
of words for my heart blows imperfect power
beyond the trumpet of all fame

5th December 2019





As I say, I have selected these poems so that they move (backwards) through the various editions of Drayton’s poems. The originals are pretty rare, which is why I’m posting each here. Here’s today’s model:

Sonnet from Ideas Mirrour, 1594:

Amour 4

My faire, had I not erst adorned my Lute
With those sweet strings stolne from thy golden hayre,
Vnto the world had all my ioyes been mute,
Nor had I learn'd to descant on my faire.
Had not mine eye seene thy Celestiall eye,
Nor my hart knowne the power of thy name,
My soule had ne'er felt thy Diuinitie,
Nor my Muse been the trumpet of thy fame.
But thy diuine perfections, by their skill,
This miracle on my poore Muse haue tried,
And, by inspiring, glorifide my quill,
And in my verse thy selfe art deified:
Thus from thy selfe the cause is thus deriued,
That by thy fame all fame shall be suruiued.


I have now moved on to the many poems in the original Idea’s Mirrour published in 1594. These are the ones rejected by Drayton the longest, as it were. I’ve no clear idea (!) how many of them I shall use, but it looks today as if I might access only 3 of them (two more to make up14).

 

The poems are to be found in MINOR POEMS OF MICHAEL DRAYTON


CHOSEN AND EDITED BY CYRIL BRETT OXFORD AT THE CLARENDON PRESS 1907

 

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/17873/17873-h/17873-h.htm#Page_1

The first epigraph to the sequence derives from, ‘To Idea’, in E N D I M I O N and   Phœbe , IDEAS LATMVS. This is drawn from the Renascence Editions text, which was transcribed by Risa S. Bear, November 2000, from the edition of 1595.‘Endymion and Phœbe,’ n.d., 4to, entered in the Stationers' Register, 12th April 1594. Though I might re-visit this poem to bid farewell to Idea when the time comes (with a gin and tonic I hope, for her).

The issue for this on-going work now, which I have been making public (as I have not been with other projects, it is worth noting), is what do I do with it after the election? So far I have written the following poems:


(Dates of composition and sources in the editions of Michael Drayton’s sonnets)

1: 8th October 2019; 1605: Sonnet 57
2: 15th October 2019; 1605: To Sir Walter Aston, Knight of the honourable order of the Bath, and my most worthy Patron
3: 17th October 2019: 1602: Sonnet 63 (To the high and mighty Prince, James, King of Scots)
4: 20th October 2019: 1599: Sonet 1
5: 24th October 2019: 1599: Sonet 3
6: 30th October (one day short of Brexit Day 2, Halloween) 2019: 1599: Sonet 9
7: 5th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 11 (To the Moone)
8: 11th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 23 (To the Spheares)
9: 18th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 27
10: 21st November 2019: 1599: Sonet 57 (To the Excellent and most accomplisht Ladie: Lucie Countesse of Bedford); incorporating a phrase from the Eighth Eclogue of Poemes lyrick and pastorall (1606)
11: 28th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 58 (To the Lady Anne Harington)
12: TODAY: 5th December 2019: Ideas Mirrour 1594: Amour 4



As you can see this sequence has not advanced isotemporally, if there’s such a word, and I will hit the election date next week. There are only 4 possible outcomes of the election. They suggest 4 outcomes for both ‘Bad Idea/Idea’s Mirror’ and for the whole of ‘The English Strain’ project (again, see this hubpost above for a full account: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/09/on-bad-idea-and-reference-to-earlier.html ).

They are:

1.A Bo Majority. Brexit will happen quickly and Idea’s mirror will be shattered, as would she be. Right wing policies: magic police and nurses. The poems would stop, I think. At 14 maybe? At one a week from now on that would be just post-election. Maybe time to move on to the Wordsworth poems mentioned in the hubpost? Even take a short break. I admitted to Brexit-fatigue the other week, in my diary. Yes, even me, and possibly Idea too! And doubtless, gentle reader, you also. Or I could go back to the voice of ‘Bad Idea’ and carry on with the many 1594 sonnets that still remain. Remain!

2. A Corbyn Majority. Re-negotiation and a further referendum. And a manifesto I think I fully agree with. Idea would be much more hopeful under this scenario: perhaps she could carry on with her Braidottiesque deleuzoguattarianism (i.e., her unfashionably utopic politics, or the ‘politics of kindness’ as she calls it). More poems (or the same number of more hopeful poems might be written then). But her ‘mirror’ would not be shattered.

The last sonnet of ‘Idea’s Mirror’ would be celebratory, cautiously so, and it wouldn’t be clear what I would do after. Have a break? Get back to my ‘microfictions’ maybe? All the stuff I’m writing that I don’t post?

The Wordsworth poems could only be transposed if the referendum vote was to Leave. I can’t believe a second referendum (we shouldn’t have any in a representative democracy) would be less rancorous than the first. Though the anti-immigration line has weakened, now people realise how the NHS, for example, is dependant on migration.

But never under-estimate Bo’s and the Cum’s abilities to stir it up shamelessly for short term gain. And the Zinoviev Letter is old school by now, but still lays rotten eggs from its dead chlorinated chicken cloaca.

3 A Bo Minority administration. Could Brexit be delivered? If not, what poems by Idea (or another?) could track the chaos? And for how long, or for how many could I carry on? But mirth would be possible, although it would be ‘deja vu all over again’! Just re-read ‘Bad Idea’ to get the gist! This would perhaps justify returning to the ‘voice’ of ‘Bad Idea’ to sandwich the brief election corona of ‘Idea’s Mirror’.

4. A Corbyn Minority administration. This is a distinct possibility, according to John Curtess (sic, I think I’ve spelt the distinguish cephologist’s name incorrectly, and his profession’s?). Could Brexit or a referendum be delivered? If not, what poems by Idea (or another) could track the chaos, the breakdown, the compromises? It’s not predictable.

I am left in the odd position that politically I really want the outcome to be 2, but that 1 or 3 suits the poetry better. Like MPs, I need to put country before party … I mean: before poetry!

There is a fifth outcome for the poems, of course. Which is: ‘The English Strain’ will end at the end of ‘Idea’s Mirror’, heeding Miles Davis’ advice, ‘End your solo before you’re done.’

However, just as the ‘Brexit’ theme developed out of the ‘English Strain’ poems (it appears towards the end of ‘It’s Nothing’, when I made a joke about the word ‘Brexit’, which I thought might need explaining like ‘stagflation’ or other temporary and ex-contemporary expressions), ‘The English Strain’, in its versioning of canonical (and not so canonical) sonnets, need not be completely stuck on the Brexit theme. It is as much a formal exercise as a thematic one. And an historical one. I still feel the lack of transpositions of Romantic sonnets. Then I’d be through.

I’m sure no one’s interested in my thinking aloud, but here it is. Better to look up the eight online poems from Bad Idea that may be accessed from this post:


Friday 5th December 1969:



Stayed in bed.

Wednesday, December 04, 2019

Tuesday, December 03, 2019

Monday, December 02, 2019

Tuesday 2nd December 1969:

Stayed in bed. I am rather spotty. The doctor says I have chickenpox very badly.

Sunday, December 01, 2019

Robert Sheppard: Two more poems from BAD IDEA published by International Times



Image from International Times


Two more sonnets from Bad Idea (my transpositions of sonnets by Michael Drayton from his sequence Idea, that being the name of his ‘lady’) appear on International Times. They are LVII, which is about Bo (Boris Johnson) and his ‘vision’ of the world, and LVIII, which features the various carves-up of the nation pending if Bo takes us out of the EU. Idea appears in each poem, as its muse. In the first she considers dogging (due to become the national sport after Brexit); in the second she flees with revulsion from Bo, Moggy and Co. The huge insensitivity to Ireland’s historical ‘relationship’ to Britain is played upon; ‘Murphy’ is what Bo calls the Taoiseach, apparently. To bring the two themes together, a later sonnet shows Bo 

waltzing the Taoiseach around the Wirral where
wodwos await the worm on public footpaths
(obscure moist bridals)


You may read the two poems HERE. http://internationaltimes.it/idea/

Two previous poems from the sequence may be read HERE


 Another four consecutive poems from Bad Idea (XLV-XLVIII) were published together in International Times earlier this year! HERE 

 Thanks poetry editor Rupert Loydell for publishing them. They feel very timely.

See here for a hubpost concerning the writing of these 64 versions of Michael Drayton’s Idea.

I am currently working on the sequel to Bad Idea, Idea’s Mirror, and these sonnets are being posted temporarily, one at a time, on this blog. If you look, you’ll find them. This post explains. The larger sonnet project is entitled The English Strain.

Idea considering the outdoor life on the Wirral

Monday 1st December 1969:



Stayed in bed. I may have measles or something like Scotty and David Streader came to see me.

Saturday, November 30, 2019

Sunday 30th November 1969:

Stayed in bed. Sun Radio did not go on the air as promised. Scotty came to see me.

Thursday, November 28, 2019

Another Michael Drayton version from Idea's Mirror. Probably an election poem (temporary post)



You know what’s happened, if you’ve been following my posts. I’ve run out of the sonnets of Michael Drayton from his 1619 Idea, which I had been using to write my sonnet sequence Bad Idea, the latest part of The English Strain. I thought Brexit would be over before I’d written all of its 64 poems! Instead, I reached the start of October 2019. I write about it extensively (with lots of explanation, illustrative photos, and links) in the hub post HERE:



Despite the various schemes outlined in that post, I’m continuing this Brexit work with Idea’s Mirror, using selected Drayton sonnets jettisoned on his way to the definitive 1619 edition, accessing the literary equivalent of the record collector’s ‘completism’. The narrator is Idea herself, Drayton’s shadowy muse. (The poems are shorter in ‘Idea’s Mirror’ than they are in ‘Bad Idea’ and less may be negotiated, though more fleetly. They may allude more, but refer less.) But with an election called, with a Flexibrexnextension accepted, it’s not clear how long this work will be. I’ve been trying to think that through. Does this finish with the election, with Brexit, with a referendum, or revocation? It depends who wins the election. I turn to the possibilities at the end of this post.  

Here’s number 11.



it’s only me my mind
pressing a few words into
the politics of kindness as
Labour releases its Leavers
with counterclaims to claims
of Bo’s retreat from zealous trade talk
what should command his truth and
probity is in truth probed
by his high command each bounty
the Cum bids to our attention don’t
stand dumb like a trussed chicken
awaiting its chlorine Trump rub
trust yourself to say you are only you
but to the rest say you are many

28th November 2019


I think this is my election poem and I’m going to leave it up on this blog until the election. I’ve also decided to only feature these images of Corbyn. The poem doesn’t say: Vote Labour. It says Vote. (But don’t Vote for Bo.) It alludes to Shelley’s ‘The Masque of Anarchy’ (and to the Labour slogan that also alludes to it). I’ve penned a version of Shelley’s ‘England in 1819’ which I don’t know where to place in ‘The English Strain’ yet (it is also alluded to in one of the Bad Idea sonnets). See my thoughts on poetry and Peterloo here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/08/john-seeds-manchester-august-16th-17th.html



As I say, I have selected these poems so that they move (backwards) through the various editions of Drayton’s poems. The originals are pretty rare, which is why I’m posting each here. Here’s today’s model: Sonet 59

To the Lady Anne Harington

Madam, my words cannot expresse my mind,
My zealous kindnes to make knowne to you,
When your desarts all seuerally I find;
In this attempt of me doe claim their due,
Your gracious kindnes that doth claime my hart;
Your bounty bids my hand to make it knowne,
Of me your vertues each doe claime a part,
And leaue me thus the least part of mine owne.
What should commend your modesty and wit,
Is by your wit and modesty commended
And standeth dumbe, in much admiring it,
And where it should begin, it there is ended;
Returning this your prayses onely due,
And to your selfe say you are onely you.

It’s the last one from the 1599 edition. I must now move on to the many poems in the original Idea’s Mirrour published in 1594. These are the ones rejected by Drayton the longest, as it were. I’ve no clear idea (!) how many of them I shall use, as I speculate below.

 

The poems are to be found in MINOR POEMS OF MICHAEL DRAYTON


CHOSEN AND EDITED BY CYRIL BRETT OXFORD AT THE CLARENDON PRESS 1907

 

http://www.gutenberg.org/files/17873/17873-h/17873-h.htm#Page_1

The first epigraph to the sequence derives from, ‘To Idea’, in E N D I M I O N and   Phœbe , IDEAS LATMVS. This is drawn from the Renascence Editions text, which was transcribed by Risa S. Bear, November 2000, from the edition of 1595.‘Endymion and Phœbe,’ n.d., 4to, entered in the Stationers' Register, 12th April 1594. Though I might re-visit this poem to bid farewell to Idea when the time comes (with a gin and tonic I hope, for her).

The issue for this on-going work now, which I have been making public (as I have not been with other projects, it is worth noting), is what do I do with it after the election? So far I have written the following poems:


(Dates of composition and sources in the editions of Michael Drayton’s sonnets)

1: 8th October 2019; 1605: Sonnet 57
2: 15th October 2019; 1605: To Sir Walter Aston, Knight of the honourable order of the Bath, and my most worthy Patron
3: 17th October 2019: 1602: Sonnet 63 (To the high and mighty Prince, James, King of Scots)
4: 20th October 2019: 1599: Sonet 1
5: 24th October 2019: 1599: Sonet 3
6: 30th October (one day short of Brexit Day 2, Halloween) 2019: 1599: Sonet 9
7: 5th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 11 (To the Moone)
8: 11th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 23 (To the Spheares)
9: 18th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 27
10: 21st November 2019: 1599: Sonet 57 (To the Excellent and most accomplisht Ladie: Lucie Countesse of Bedford); incorporating a phrase from the Eighth Eclogue of Poemes lyrick and pastorall (1606)
11: TODAY’S OFFERING: 28th November 2019: 1599: Sonet 58 (To the Lady Anne Harington)


As you can see this sequence has not advanced isotemporally, if there’s such a word, and I will hit the election date in a few weeks’ time. There are only 4 possible outcomes of the election. They suggest 4 outcomes for both ‘Bad Idea/Idea’s Mirror’ and for the whole of ‘The English Strain’ project (again, see the hubpost above for a full account). They are:

1. A Bo Majority. Brexit will happen quickly and Idea’s mirror will be shattered, as would she be. The poems would stop, I think. At 14 maybe? At one a week from now on that would be just post-election, so probably a few more, using some of the 1594 sonnets. Maybe time to move on to the Wordsworth poems mentioned in the hubpost? Even take a short break. I admitted to Brexit-fatigue the other week, in my diary. Yes, even me, and possibly Idea too! And doubtless, gentle reader, you also.

2. A Corbyn Majority. Re-negotiation and a further referendum. Idea would be much more hopeful under this scenario: perhaps she could carry on with her Braidottiesque deleuzoguattarianism (i.e., her unfashionably utopic politics, or the ‘politics of kindness’ as she calls it in today's poem). More poems (or the same number of more hopeful poems might be written then). But her ‘mirror’ would not be shattered. The Wordsworth poems could only be transposed if the referendum vote was to Leave. I can’t believe a second referendum (we shouldn’t have any in a representative democracy) would be less rancorous than the first. Though the anti-immigration line has weakened, now people realise how the NHS, for example, is dependant on migration. But never under-estimate Bo’s and The Cum’s abilities to stir it up shamelessly for short term gain. As to the election: the Zinoviev Letter is old school by now, but still lays rotten eggs from its dead chlorinated chicken cloaca.

3 A Bo Minority administration. Could Brexit be delivered? If not, what poems by Idea (or another?) could track the chaos? And for how long, or for how many could I carry on? But mirth would be possible, although it would be ‘deja vu all over again’! Just re-read ‘Bad Idea’ to get the gist!

4. A Corbyn Minority administration. This is a distinct possibility, according to John Curtis (sic, I know I’ve spelt the distinguish cephologist’s name incorrectly, and his profession’s?). Could Brexit or a referendum be delivered? If not, what poems by Idea (or another) could track the chaos, the breakdown, the compromises? It’s not predictable.

What would Idea do under these two last conditions? At the moment, I have to admit, I don’t know, quite.

I am left in the odd position that politically I really want the outcome to be 2, but that 1 or 3 suits the poetry better. Like MPs, I need to put country before party … I mean: before poetry!

There is a fifth outcome for the poems, of course. Which is: ‘The English Strain’ will end at the end of ‘Idea’s Mirror’, heeding Miles Davis’ advice, ‘End your solo before you’re done.’

However, just as the ‘Brexit’ theme developed out of the poems (it appears towards the end of ‘It’s Nothing’, when I made a joke about the word ‘Brexit’, which I thought might need explaining like ‘stagflation’ or other temporary and ex-contemporary expressions), ‘The English Strain’, in its versioning of canonical (and not so canonical) sonnets, need not be completely stuck on the Brexit theme. It is as much a formal exercise as a thematic one. And an historical one. I still feel the lack of transpositions of Romantic sonnets. Then I’d be through.

Nearly nearly lastly, I notice that last week, writer Martin Palmer commented on these 'Brexit' projects in a long post here. Thanks Martin.

Nearly lastly, two poems from Bad Idea online. Here they are:


And finally: 50 years ago it was all kicking off: Student Power of 3A. Greta Thunberg, eat your heart out!



Friday 28th November 1969:

Ill. Stayed at home. Read the newspaper reports in the Daily Express and Telegraph and Sketch.

Wednesday, November 27, 2019

Thursday 27th November 1969:

Number One: The Archies: Sugar, Sugar.

In the afternoon the school closed, and we all went to David Streader’s house and with 3 prefects we ran our lessons. We had discussions. The press gave us coverage. 

[Understatement: all the national dailies were there, crowded into the room. the experience, and all the manipulation of the Student of 3A stuff, always meant that I was surprised at the naivety I've found concerning the media, particular with my A Level students of Communication Studies, though that's to jump ahead 30 years.]

Tuesday, November 26, 2019

Wednesday 26th November 1969:

Stayed at home. I have not seen the press and I hope they haven’t called on my vice presidents, David Streader and David Hales.

Monday, November 25, 2019

Tuesday 25th November 1969:

Today I felt ill (it was a nervous sort of illness). Also the report was in The Guardian and The Daily Mail. The headmaster is partly on our side. In the afternoon, South Today, a B.B.C. TV programme interviewed us. (Also for radio.) The Head-boys were also asked (also they are friends) but their answers were fixed by the headmaster. People in many parts of the country know about the Student Power of 3A in Shoreham, Sussex.

Sunday, November 24, 2019

Monday 24th November 1969:

At dinner-time I was told that there were two reporters from the Evening Argus to see Student Power of 3A. The Daily Express have also interviewed us (and the headmaster). In the evening, B.B.C. Radio Brighton interviewed us.

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Sunday 23rd November 1969:



Reading: Nevil Shute: Pied Piper.

Redid tape. But because of fault in tape-recorder not very good. Low tone is better for voice over amplifier.

Friday, November 22, 2019

Robert Sheppard: Thoughts i.m. Sean Bonney (links to writings on his work)



Sean Bonney died sometime over the last few days. I have seen, not announcements of his death, but reactions to such announcements, and an outpouring of grief from many in the poetry world. I brood darkly, in sorrow.

I was very fond of Sean, and I will miss his enervated, jumpy, jerky commentary, sly and incisive, whenever we’ve met, quite often over the years: at London gigs and Edinburgh launches and conferences, at a Liverpool Tate reading and at Birkbeck after-viva piss ups (both after his own and Frances Kruk’s, another favourite person).  

Sean, Union Flag, Frances
When I moved to Liverpool in 1997 I was told (by Geoff Ward, at the New Hampshire conference) to look out for Sean. But he had swapped cities with me and was in London! Later, at the Writers Forum workshop, Bob Cobbing invited a ‘Sean’ to read, and somehow I knew this energetic young man was Bonney. A blur of meetings follows, and snippets of conversation: an early account of attending an SWP meeting and being horrified by the confessional atmosphere, for example. There is also the memory of the long interrogation of his excellent PhD on Amiri Baraka, for which I was honoured to serve as external, the room growing darker as he enthralled us with his revolutionary readings. And often, the oft-told tale of his dual and simultaneous discovery of the Poems for the Millennium anthology and Cobbing’s Writers Forum workshop, at which he developed a distinctive ‘London’ reading style, in the mode of Adrian Clarke or Ulli Freer.

It struck me the other month that what makes Sean’s political poetry ‘work’ (if that’s the right word) is that he felt politics viscerally, corporeally. He responded to ideas and their effects in the world as one would respond to a disease, dis-ease I suppose. I humbly hope the same for even my current Brexit poems, with their different tone. For Sean’s tone was ascerbic, hyperbolic, surreal. He wasn’t writing protest poetry in the vein of Diane DiPrima (another interest of his). He once told me about one of the poems which James Byrne and I selected for our transatlantic anthology Atlantic Drift – the narrator’s account of phenomenal drug-taking and attendant psychosis (more Burroughs than Brecht) was often read as literal, autobiographical. ‘Haven’t they heard of artifice?’ he pleaded! Which is not to say that he was not affected by drugs or panic: after the Atlantic Drift launch (a great reading and a pleasing sneezing fit during the Pro Vice Chancellor’s corporate speech), he screamed in the night and was phoned up by hotel reception. It was characteristic of Sean that he was both apologetic to the Pro Vice and fled the hotel without breakfast next morning; I found him at noon sitting opposite, leafing through one of his notebooks. I sat down with him: our last extended conversation (about life in Berlin, I think).

His dramatising of politics was often extreme: William Haig’s skull penetrated by a nail is exactly the kind of ‘image’ that many are trying to remove from public discourse after the murder of Jo Cox. But perhaps those poems belong to their 'revolutionary moment' (probably the student loan riots of 2011). The 'revolutionary moment' (this is Sean's term from  the PhD) may arise again. 

Just after that period I began to write my book on form and a number of pieces were produced around and adjacent to The Meaning of Form. In 2012 I wrote a take on ‘Form, Forms and Forming’ for a conference in Edinburgh, at which Sean was a guest speaker. It was a post-graduate conference on form and I was desperate to attend (even though I was a Professor; the company (mostly fellow-poets as it turned out) was more congenial than was common at academic conferences). The piece appears on my blog here


and something like it appears in the book as part of the final chapter, its conclusion. Sean’s work was not the focus of that piece, but it fed into a piece I wrote for or to Sean: ‘Bad Poetry for Bad People’. It appears in my Veer book Unfinish (see here


and (an earlier version) may be read on Intercapillary Space here


I hope people will see how this piece reflects on Sean’s work. Another piece of writing I did on Sean’s work, it strikes me now, must have been a reference in support of his Post-doc studies in Berlin. The success of which meant I saw him less.

My main critical writing on Sean Bonney’s poetry is in The Meaning of Form, a book you may read about here


. I wrote on what (after the book appeared) people now call ‘expanded translation’ in the chapter Translation as Occupation: Simon Perril and Sean Bonney. What I loved about his Arthur Rimbaud book Happiness (and it strikes me now how it must have informed my own ‘translations’ – or transpositions as I now call them) was his politicised re-reading of Rimbaud’s two famous buzzword slogans. The central passage is:

Rimbaud wrote … ‘A Poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses’ Rimbaud 2008: 116), a page or so after announcing that ‘I is another.’ (Rimbaud 2008: 115) These are interpreted afresh by Bonney, within the context of Rimbaud’s particular revolutionary moment:

Rimbaud hammered out his poetic programme in May 1871, the week before the Paris Communards were slaughtered. He wanted to be there, he kept saying it. The ‘long systematic derangement of the senses’, the ‘I is an other’, he’s talking about the destruction of bourgeois subjectivity, yeh? That’s his claim for the poetic imagination, that’s his idea of what poetic labour is… The ‘systematic derangement of the senses’ is the social senses, ok, and the ‘I’ becomes an ‘other’ as in the transformation of the individual into the collective when it all kicks off. (Bonney 2012: 64)

‘Derangement’ is wilder than ‘disorganisation’ (and the alternative translation, ‘deregulation’, sounds too administered) but there is evidence for this interpretation in the ‘Letter’ (and the poem), as I have shown above. Bonney is keen is develop the othered ‘lyric I’ as ‘an interrupter,’ a political agitator, and a member of ‘a collective’ citizenry in accordance with this Marxist reading. (Bonney 2012: 65) Whether it is right or wrong as a reading of Rimbaud is not the issue here; what matters is how this is intimately related to Bonney’s poetics and to his choice of Rimbaud as his ‘occupied’.

I wrote The Meaning of Form by developing blogposts; the bare bones of the work (with diversions that were part camouflage and part guerrilla interventions into critical discourse) are contained in these two long posts:

on Happiness 1


on Happiness 2


My most recent dedication to Sean was in one of the poems of ‘Surrey with the fringe on top’! In it, I begin by ironically suggesting that Sean’s identification of George Osborne with the God of Love in Happiness no longer applies. (‘Meet the new cunt same as the old cunt,’ we might say.) My God! Look who he was replaced by. I begin my version of the Earl of Surrey’s sonnet:

George Osborne isn’t the god of love anymore.
It’s Bo and when he’s not sitting on his hands
he’s sitting on my face so I can’t hear his latest gaffe.

Amid the irony I say: ‘We’re fuming. And hurting. And dying.’ We are now, Sean.

Saturday 22nd November 1969:



Failed to do tape for Radio 255, because John’s equipment faulty. Sent letter from Student Power of 3A to the Evening Argus.

Thursday, November 21, 2019

Friday 21st November 1969:

Three teachers have spoken to me about Student Power of 3A. Gave Miss Jennings article on school dinners. Writing about the strike to [news]papers.

Wednesday, November 20, 2019

Thursday 20th November 1969:

Number One: The Archies: Sugar, Sugar.

In maths, Miss Jennings found out about Student Power of 3A. She is with us and has our manifesto. We are doing a thing on school dinners for her friend who is writing on them for the Daily Telegraph. In the evening it was the prize-giving. Got electronics book. A boy told me the school will be closed on Thursday afternoon.

Tuesday, November 19, 2019

Wednesday 19th November 1969:

Apollo tape on moon-walk.

Started Student Power of 3A because the teachers might strike, we want to come to school as we appointed hon. teachers under me (president). We wrote on board about us, and put an NUT poster upside down. In History, we got one of our members teaching the lesson. I, as English master, corrected his grammar. Mr Fleming agreed with our plans, and took our manifesto. 

Saturday, November 16, 2019

Robert Sheppard: Two sonnets from Bad Idea published in International Times



On IT, I have two new poems from Bad Idea (see here for a hubpost concerning the writing of these 64 versions of Michael Drayton’s Idea). The bad idea is Brexit (as the wonderful image by Atlanta Wiggs above underlines in the best tradition of International Times). Poem LV was written on 1st August 2019 and concerns ‘Booster Bo, turbocharged with active verbs’ getting elected as leader of the party. Poem LVI, written a week later, is in the voice of one of the true Yeoman of Kent, who, after Brexit, will be tasked with both the defence of the newly liberated realm, and custodianship of the Ancestral Dogging Sites - which have sprung up in these poems as the locus of value for an inwardly-regarding liberated British majority: in short, there will be nothing much to do other than fuck each others’ brains out amid the swards and permissive bridal paths after Brexit; ‘this is our true National Sport’. Go will no longer be able to police the groves. 


Here they are! The poems, that is.

Hope you enjoy them. The hubpost linked to above has links to further online examples from the sequence.



Two more sonnets from Bad Idea appear on International Times. They are LVII, which is about Bo (Boris Johnson) and his ‘vision’ of the world, and LVIII, which features the various carves-up of the nation pending if Bo takes us out of the EU. Idea appears in each poem, as its muse.
You may read the two poems HERE: http://internationaltimes.it/idea/

I am currently working on the sequel to Bad Idea, Idea’s Mirror, and these sonnets are being posted temporarily, one at a time, on this blog. If you look, you’ll find them. This post explains. The larger sonnet project is entitled The English Strain.
 
Thanks to Rupert Loydell, who has a new online publication from facqueuesol books: 

One-Sided Conversations
prose poems by Rupert M Loydell


Sunday 16th November 1969:



Radio 260 stopped transmissions in series.

Friday, November 15, 2019

Thursday, November 14, 2019

'Poet, 24'. The first part of Tombland written 40 years ago today

Forty years ago today I was writing a long poem, ‘Tombland’, a topological poem about Norwich, where I was living, just outside the medieval city walls. I seemed to have found my ‘place’ material (as Roy Fisher had Birmingham, Allen Fisher had London, Lee Harwood had the South Coast, I felt. I was also thinking about, and reading, Williams and Olson, my diaries suggest).

Norwich 1979 (photo (c) Heywood Hadfield)
Since I am currently blogging my 1969 diary (see here for general intro, here for 50 years ago today).

Let’s see what I wrote 40 years ago today: 


During the afternoon I went for a walk. En route I made notes for a poem now in Winter Walks/House Journal : I walked along St Benedicts, looked up at the church of that name, over the ground covered in leaves. Wet, golden-leaved pathways. I stopped in Plough Yard and wrote ‘past the agency, the pub, the coinshop’ (Note 2019: I had a Roman coin for my birthday from the shop, which eventually features in my Micro Event Space of this year! See here.) ‘the new community bookshop. 24th birthday. Poet under umbrella, sheltering in yards. I thought how [illegible] it was, now autumn is here that the Churchscape is altered: St Margaret’s (!) added to it, already formerly by trees. Past Talbots Café. And I met the old gaffer from the pubs/Talbots. He said, ‘Are you alright?’ I said ‘Yep!’ His eyes stared. I stopped to write in St. Gregory’s doorway.
            I past {sic} the market, a watery back-of-the-Inns, and visited Tombland (wet leaves – cobbles). And walked to the City Hall.
            ‘A Look at Macedonia’: photograph exhibition. It’s probably warmer in Macedonia now. [There’s a connection between this exhibition and the reading of Macedonian poets I had to read translations at a few days later, a significant pre-history to the fictional poets of the EUOIA. See here. ]
            Home. Genesis of the poem, written as note walking, notes in the City Hall, and once at home….


The first part of Tombland resembled these notes and I may also have written the diary after the poem, perhaps from the notes to the poem.

Read Tombland in its revised state. HERE. I've fiddled around with it over the years, and I'm happy with it (at last!).

It didn’t appear in my Selected Poems, History or Sleep, (see here) but I could see it at the head of a Collected Poems. Which is mostly why it's coming to mind. Parts of the poems also appear in 'Words' in Words Out of Time (see here) but I think they can bear re-arrangement. After all, at some point I thought to 'remode' the first part of 'Tombland' as a Miltonic sonnet.   




Friday 14th November 1969: Prince of Wales born, 1948

Friday 14th November 1969: Prince of Wales born, 1948

My Birthday (and his [arrow to ‘Prince of Wales’]) had another tape recorder mike, and tapes, plus money. Bad cough, cold, and sore throat.

Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Tuesday, November 12, 2019

Wednesday 12th November 1969:

Paul Plumb gave a lecture at school on tape recorders. There is a tape competition.

Monday, November 11, 2019

Tuesday 11th November 1969:

Talked about dreams in English. Was my usual talkative self during it.

Sunday, November 10, 2019

Pete Clarke and Robert Sheppard: 'Black Panels' in John Lennon School of Art Exhibition



Pete Clarke is currently Artist in Residence in Printmaking at the John Lennon School of Art, Liverpool JMU.

This Residency coincides with the series of three printmaking exhibitions 'Printed Matter' October 1 - November 13 curated by Hannah Fray, Paul Davidson and Neil Morris.

The last of the three exhibitions 'Deep Black' includes artists from Liverpool, Germany, Serbia and Morocco. Clarke's  print triptych 'Wasteland' was part of the Krakow Triennial Exhibition and the second 'Black Panels' is a collaboration with the poet Robert Sheppard.

I like seeing my work in these contexts.

Black Panels