On this
blog I’ve documented ‘The English Strain’ project as work has progressed, through to
its third (and final) book, British Standards.
Yes, part three is finished; ‘The English Strain’ is finished (I think). And it's worth repeating so that I remember it. I’m
posting today because Petrarch first saw Laura on Good Friday 1327, as
recorded in his third poem and my ‘transpositions’ of it in Petrarch 3. (See
here: Pages:
Robert Sheppard: the Petrarch sonnet project finished with poem 100 ) I also finished Book One around Eastertide.
For
your guide, the ‘books’ of ‘The English Strain’ are:
1. The English Strain (Shearsman,
published. See below, and: here)
2. Bad Idea (Knives,
Forks and Spoons, published; also see below, and here )
3. British Standards (just
finished, as I say: you can smell the ink drying, as this posting demonstrates)
Unlike other projects, I decided to live its writing in the blare of blogging publicity, particularly since videos have been added. That's because its subject matter is contemporary, political, and part of a fast moving story. (The poems are usually fastidiously dated.) There are
two ways (at least!) of looking at the project as a whole: it either consists
of accounts of the capering of Bo and Go and other clowns across the
post-Brexit dogging site that newly independent ‘Bressex’ has become, or
it’s the subtler story of the English strain of the sonnet form. I hope I will
send readers back or away to the ‘originals’. Part of my poems’ meaning has to lie
in intersectional readerliness between one (or two) of Hartley Coleridge’s
sonnets, say, and mine. That’s one role of the reader here, although general
knowledge of transposition will be enough to see what’s going on. I’m not
dismissing tradition; I’m invoking it. Book one is called The English Strain:
the project begins with Petrarch, picking up the ‘Brexit’ theme in a number of
sonnets of my own, until Milton, Wyatt, Surrey, Charlotte Smith and Elizabeth
Barrett Browning, provide the frames for me to hang my boots on. (There are a couple of sequences in 'my own voice', which deliberately 'fail'.) This continues
in book two, Bad Idea, though there I stick to Shakespeare’s
contemporary Michael Drayton, a fine sonneteer. I’ve spent almost as long on
this project as on Twentieth Century Blues. ‘No man can know, of
himself, whether he is, or is not, a poet… and the result of the experiment may
not be known for years,’ stated Hartley Coleridge in the preface to his 1833
book.
But here I
am at its end, at the short sequence 'Partly from Hartley'. I was pleased to find Coleridge used
Drayton (to whom he wrote a fine homage sonnet) as an epigraph to his poems,
and I thought of using it as an epigraph myself, to link the books together, but in the end it wasn't appropriate: ‘I
write, indite, I point, I raze, I quote,/I interline, I blot, correct, I note,/I
make, allege, I imitate, I fain.’
However, a quote
from Hartley’s letters makes an appearance as epigraph to the pair
of double sonnets, which forms the totality of my 'Partly form Hartley' section: ‘Politically speaking, I am much more
a Tory than a Whig, and least of all, a Democrat.’ Letters, pp.
124-5. In the first pair of sonnets you can see that he is not a red wall Tory (as
I originally thought I’d make him) but the (illegitimate) son of one, living in
the Lakes and occasionally visiting the Northern City represented by his Pops. The Frank Zappa song 'Idiot Bastard Son' was the muted soundtrack to my thinking him into existence. (Hartley
had his parallel Oedipal problems, of course.) But I found I couldn’t sustain
the voice, as I actually say in the second half of the first poem in the pair of
doubles: I cannot ventriloquise the Tory voice without feeling queasy. (It’s
like reading mainstream poetry.) In the second double-poem, I leave evidence that I
actually abandoned an Ur-text (sort of, at one point, or in imagination only!) and the
sequence, and I have – and I haven’t. (You can have your cake and eat it, obviously! The poem is still essentially fictive, as well as fictional.)
Indeed, I thought at one point that I was writing chapters of a verse-novel
on the life of a certain ‘Hartley Coleridge’, but I'm glad that idea hasn't bourn fruit on this occasion. (I’d just finished reading my
first contemporary verse-novel, the brilliant The Emperor’s Babe by
Bernardine Evaristo.)
The double sonnets remained on this blog temporarily, though this post has transposed into a hubpost for British Standards, is a guide to all the previous guides to British Standards - and to the whole project, for that matter, through the labyrinthine links that
take you to different parts of the work’s inception, publication and reception. It
has been to a certain extent written on this blog, with blogging of the
day’s poem. This itself is a novel rhythm of writing for me. Oh, yes: I've vowed not to write any further sonnets!
H.C.'s Grave
Part of that ritual of composition (since January 2020, when the technology became available) has been to post short films of the poem in draft and above is one of those. Of course, the final version of the poem differs somewhat from this (particularly as the form of the double sonnet, a form picked up from the works of Clare rather than Coleridge, reshaped the writing.
The double sonnets refer to the following sonnets by Hartley Coleridge, found in
all three editions listed below, especially as they appear in The Complete
Poetical Works of Hartley Coleridge. ed. Ramsay Colles, London and New
York: George Routledge and Co: 1908: ‘Dedicatory Sonnet’, 2; ‘When we were
idlers with the loitering rills’, p. 3; ‘In the great city we are met again’,
p. 3; ‘I loved thee once, when every thought of mine,’ p. 5. Allusions to, memories
of reading, the following poems also manifest: ‘We parted on the mountains, as two
streams’, p. 4; ‘I left the land where men with Nature dwelling’, p. 15; ‘’Tis
strange to me, who long have seen no face’, p. 15; and to ‘From Petrarch’, p. 93.
Here’s one of them. I believe Hartley to be a neglected sonneteer:In
the great city we are met again,
Where many souls there are, that breathe and die,
Scarce knowing more of nature’s potency,
Than what they learn from heat, or cold, or rain,
The sad vicissitude of weary pain:—
For busy man is lord of ear and eye,
And what hath nature, but the vast, void sky,
And the throng’d river toiling to the main?
Oh! Say not so, for she shall have her part
In every smile, in every tear that falls;
And she shall hide her in the secret heart,
Where love persuades, and sterner duty calls:
But worse it were than death, or sorrow’s smart,
To live without a friend within these walls.
All the
poems I am transposing also first appeared in Hartley Coleridge, Poems,
Songs and Sonnets (Leeds: F. E. Bingley, 1833). Pre-Daguerreotype! Accessible
online here:
Poems, songs and sonnets :
Coleridge, Hartley, 1796-1849 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet
Archive
They are
also collected here: Coleridge, Hartley, Poem . London: Moxon, 1851
contains a lengthy memoir by his brother;
Poems : Coleridge, Hartley,
1796-1849 : Free Download, Borrow, and Streaming : Internet Archive
though, as
I say, I am using Ramsay Colles’ edition, London and New York: George Routledge
and Co: 1908, of which I found a hard copy on AbeBooks.
Some
sympathetic background reading may be found in Nicola Healey’s PhD:
Nicola Healey PhD thesis
(st-andrews.ac.uk)
https://research-repository.st-andrews.ac.uk/bitstream/handle/10023/787/NicolaHealeyPhDThesis.pdf?sequence=6
And sympathetic background there
should be: I am convinced that Hartley was autistic (which I have hinted at in the
poem). He shows a number of giveaway characteristics, but I’ve no idea whether
this is a commonplace identification, or my own alone.
I am thinking of using the
following quotation from Hartley’s letters as an introduction to British
Standards as a whole.
Have you read Wordsworth’s
anti-railroad Sonnets? As Petrarch with all his Sonnets could never prevail on
Laura to more than admire him, and I believe no man by Poetry ever won any
woman that would not have run away with a Strolling Player, how could the Bard
imagine or fancy that 14 lines, though each line were instinct with living fire
like an Electric Telegraph, would mollify the philanthropic no-heart of a
Railway Company? (Hartley Coleridge: 1847)
I will now give details of the whole of
British Standards. Please follow the links for the major page on each part of the work (which itself will guide you to online poems and other relevant snippets).
The first section of British
Standards was finished late March 2020, just after the (first) lockdown was
belatedly, fatally for some, announced. For this, I transposed poems from
Wordsworth’s ‘Poems Dedicated to National Independence
and Liberty’, and retitled them ‘Poems of National Independence’, and even
more cheekily subtitled them, ‘liberties with Wordsworth’. I write about
that sequence here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/03/the-last-of-my-wordsworth-versions-in.html
. There are links to online
publication of some of the poems too (as there are in most of these links).
In the sequence of British
Standards, after Wordsworth, there followed ‘14 Standards’, the lockdown
poems (quite a few online now, plus some print poems out in the States soon, and
one in the current Tears in the Fence), and in turn, two additional
‘Double Standards’ about the now-departed Cum’s disgraceful lockdown
infringements – I transposed a couple of Shelley’s sonnets – and his elitist
refusal of apology and regret. See here for the ‘standards’ (and links to
online publication): http://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/05/robert-sheppard-14-standards-from.html
. One of Hartley Coleridge’s was one of my models (as was a sonnet by his
father about his birth!) in ’14 Standards’. (Little did I know at the time, by
the way, that I would return to him more fully, though I had clocked that Hartley’s sonnets were better than his father’s.)
‘Tabitha and Thunderer’, interventions
in the terrific sonnet sequence ‘Sappho and Phaon’ by Mary Robinson, followed,
and they may be read about (with video) here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/09/my-transpositions-of-mary-robinsons.html
Then I turned to Keats. I had some
trouble getting going; you can read about that struggle here: http://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/09/an-overdub-understudy-version-of-keats.html
The Keats
poems are called ‘Weird Syrup’. The first 7 are entitled ‘Contrafacts and
Counterfactuals from Keats’, the last 7, ‘Curtal Song-Nets from Junkets’.
This post
operates as a hub post about the Keats transpositions: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/11/weird-syrup-final-keats-variation.html
Then I read more than I had hitherto of the brilliant
poems of John Clare, for writing my ‘Unth(reading) Clare’ sequence. Read about
it here: Pages: The final sonnet
transposition from John Clare (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)
The intervallic ‘Shelley’ poems, (I mean: they appear singly between the other sections) of which another, with its 'original', is
recently published online here (Lift Not the Painted Veil | IT
(internationaltimes.it) are discussed here in their own hub-post: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2020/09/my-occasional-transposition-of-shelley.html
As might
be gathered from what I have said in this post (and others), British
Standards, as a whole, presents transpositions of admired sonnets of the
Romantic period, from William Bowles to Dante Gabriel Rossetti. Chronologically, they broadly lie between those of
Charlotte Smith, which I’ve already worked on here, https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/07/more-english-strain-poems-overdubs-of.html and those of Elizabeth Barrett
Browning, that I’ve also worked on, both of them in the final parts of Book One,
The English Strain.
Here
are two comprehensive posts to check out, each with further links to earlier
stages of the project, the first that looks at Book One, The English Strain here (written after I’d completed it but
before it found its title!).
There’s
another post on Book Two, Bad Idea here
. (The final part of Bad Idea is
slightly different; called ‘Idea’s Mirror’; that’s described here: https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2019/12/my-last-ideas-mirror-post-election-poem.html
).
I am delighted to say that Book
One, The English Strain, is available from Shearsman; see here:
https://www.shearsman.com/store/Sheppard-Robert-c28271934?offset=6
I am also delighted to say that
Book Two, Bad Idea is available from
Knives Forks and Spoons, so you may buy it HERE: https://www.knivesforksandspoonspress.co.uk/product-page/bad-idea-by-robert-sheppard-102-pages
I hope one day I will update this post with details of
how to purchase Book Three. Until then this post, or rather, the links from it,
will direct you to periodical publication of its contents-in-assembly.
