Thursday, May 22, 2025

From My Journal: On Form (again) and Caroline Levine’s Forms

From My Journal: On Form and Caroline Levine’s Forms 


I have been partly re-tracing the theoretical steps that led towards, into, and out beyond the writing of my book The Meaning of Form (as I call it, though the title continues with the keywording essential to modern scholarship) in Contemporary Innovative Poetry (Palgrave 2016). I bought a copy of Caroline Levine’s Forms (Princeton 2015) and hoped it would provide further thoughts. It did, but not quite in the way I’d expected, or hoped. This is not a review of the book, which I have utilised for a different (related) purpose. In some ways I don’t get beyond the first fence, and keep falling over it again and again. Before I get to Levine, though, I mulled over a few exemplary passages in Derek Attridge’s work (principally) that I’d missed in The Meaning of Form and in The Poetry of Saying, and perhaps in ‘Pulse’. Some, of course, were published after the completion of those works. 



1st November 2024 from Doctor Zhivago:... ‘That art always serves beauty, and beauty is the happiness of having form, while form is the organic key to existence, for every living thing must have form in order to exist, and thus art, including tragic art, is an account of the happiness of existing’. (p.406)

8th November 2024: Derek Attridge, Singularity of Literature:... ‘The formally innovative work, the one that most estranges itself from its reader, makes the most sharply challenging (which is not to say the most profound) ethical demand. Formal innovation (of this sort that matters in literature) is a testing of the operations of meaning, and is therefore a kind of ethical experiment.’ And it goes on pp. 130-31.

I seem to have missed this useful passage which suggests a better term (which I have used before) than ‘linguistically’ innovative, and (more importantly) this passage is the link between The Poetry of Saying (LUP, 2005) and The Meaning of Form. [And sounds a minatory note!]

10th November 2024: I read Attridge’s description of two ways of reading, and thought: that's the distinction between the said of the saying (‘turning the event into an object’ and ‘to preserve the event as an event’). I looked at the footnote. Attridge calls it Levinas’ ‘related distinction’. Another missing link, on p. 40 of J.M. Coetzee…

21st November 2024: ‘autrebiography,’ I now see, I took from Coetzee, from Attridge’s book on same [and used it as a description/subtitle of my autobiographical book Words Out of Time].

24th November 2024: ‘I would also include [under ‘form’] the meanings of the words and sentences, for once we conceive of the work as an event, meaning becomes an occurrence, not a substance or abstraction. Meanings unfold, intertwine, fade, echo, clash... What is called “form” is one aspect of this moving complex, inseparable from what is traditionally called “content”.’

This seems succinct, more so, than other explanations by Derek Attridge. In this case from page 29 of Moving Words.

‘Some literary theorists’ –  I’m not one of those, but I could be implicated here [Attridge did witness and question my 1999 paper on Levinas and Tom Raworth at Salford, later to appear in When Bad Times Made for Good Poetry] – ‘have tried to employ Levinas’s distinction between the saying and the said to argue for the non-conceptual, event-like nature of the artwork – something of a distortion of Levinas’s thought, but useful in itself.’ (The Work of Literature p. 89.)

‘The feelings that form part of the peculiarly literary response are not direct responses to content, but are always mediated by form: they are coloured by the pleasure we take in the representation itself, in the language whereby the emotional response is invited. (The Work of Literature p.85)

December 23rd 2024: Reading Creeley’s The Finger at The Handyman yesterday afternoon: ‘Here forms have possibility.’ p 63.


 

January the 5th 2025: I've been reading Forms and I’m not happy with Caroline Levine’s leap from – first – ‘form’ to ‘forms’ without a sense of what/who does the forming, and then not happy with – second – her leap (of faith?) from ‘forms’ to ‘social formations’, which she claims share the same properties. I'm unconvinced so far.

Also her sense of ‘form’ as relating to wholes (although I do like her sense of the collision of ‘forms’ in social interaction; she's good on that). But what about forms that don't behave in this way?

For example, in Carruthers’ Stave Sightings we find this about Joan Retallack’s 5uite: ‘If it is formalist ... it enters into form with contingency, boldly uncertain about form and inquiring of new critical and textual formations.’ p.129

 January 6th 2025: Levine does not, quite, make an equation between aesthetic and social ‘forms’. I’m fine with her saying ‘a new formalism will have to take account of the temporal patterns of art and life as organising and shaping, yes, but also as plural and colliding, jumbled and constantly altered.’ p .81 She allows for the loosening of what I thought was a tight analogy. ‘Forms do organise us, but on a daily basis we are organised at once by multiple social, political biological, and aesthetic rhythms, each imposing a different order and following a different logic. They do not work together [my emphasis], and so in the end are not able to impose a single coherent order on experience.’ p. 80-81.

But in the beginning of the argument, they do work together, when there is still the jump from an account of form/s that doesn’t take account of the processes of forming in the readily act/event as posited by Attridge, so it still offers an analogy between all forms.

I must say I approve of her account of social forms, of dealing with conflicting ‘institutions’ that collide and re-form in various ways. What that has to do with enjambement in Robert Creeley really isn't clear (she rejects what she says the ‘new formalism’ does which is to suggest fractured form = fractured society, though her reading of Elizabeth Barrett Browning is near to this, though redeemed by her conclusion as quoted above).

(She confuses ‘rhythm’ with ‘metre’. Don’t they all? See ‘Pulse’.)

I’m being promised to be shown ‘how unlike forms encounter one another’, on page 93, so perhaps I'll read more before accounting for her argument any further.

Gender, we’re told, ‘is more like a literary form’. p. 94. It’s that ‘like’!


January 7th 2025: I’m asking for a smaller but deeper account of ‘form’, more or less that of Attridge which is not – note – the formalism of the new formalists. The theory is very good (I’ve already realised how her chapter ‘Network’ provides some focus for talking about Twentieth Century Blues, which I had to (I’ve been up making notes this morning) [This was for the Jerome Rothenberg celebration at which I introduced and read a poetics piece about that particularly networky poem.]). But, suddenly, in the final chapter we find reference to ‘formalist cultural studies’ p. 132 (already a contradiction in terms) and remarks like ‘it is constructed and stylized, and it is hardly free of ideology or narrative artifice.’ p. 133 That’s FORM, as I understand it: limited but deep (which is not to negate social forms, but are they the same? Even Levine says they’re not, however ‘like’ they are). The form she does look at – in that final chapter – is the much maligned, overlooked form: plot, which she relates (as how could you not?) to social forms. (And she does use Russian Formalist terms at one point!) What about ‘construction’ or ‘stylization’? Whatever the case, I expect an excellent reading (of The Wire which I saw some episodes of, partially).

If, in networking, ‘kinship is not the same as the city streets’ p. 144, then surely racism is not the same – or even like – metre?

For Levine, ‘Knowing Forms’ (p. 147-50) means ‘social forms’. And her readings, particularly of Bleak House and The Wire are brilliant. It’s just that the use of ‘form’ or more often ‘forms’ doesn't allow for real plasticity, for ‘forming’. Indeed her sense of the ‘crisscrossing forms that produce social experience’ p.148 is a.) excellent, and b.) more flexible than her ‘formalist’ (in my sense) readings. She rushes to the social, realises (to quote Jagoda) that ‘Every political ecology... is a precarious, tottering structure’ p. 148 of ‘the unexpected effects of clashes among wholes, rhythms, hierarchies, and networks’ p.149 and leave form and forming behind in forms and formations.

18th May 2025: Back to Levine, after having used her chapter ‘Network’ for my description of the forms and forming of Twentieth Century Blues for my Glasgow lecture, and back to her preface, to find the point where she originally collects an area of critical attention for herself in the ‘organisations and arrangements which were the main means by which power worked: politics was a matter of imposing order on the world’. p. x She then adds, ‘It never occurred to me not to call these ordering principles forms,’ p. x, though she confesses ‘It took me a long while to realise that this use of the term was not intuitive to other literary critics,’ – indeed! –‘who typically equated form with genre, also form as an exclusive domain of aesthetics.’ p. xi. The simplifying notion of ‘equating’, the narrowing of ‘exclusive’, the blunt use of ‘genre’, and the suggestion of rarified specialisation in ‘aesthetics’, leads one away from the notion of form-as-forming in the act-event of encounter, (to reduce Attridge to a few buzzwords). There are other ways of conceiving form, perhaps no less counter-intuitive than her own, for she equates form with societal forces which is my continual argument with her otherwise brilliant book, which, after a gap of some months, I am rereading.

(There is a parallel in her treatment of history. She opposes views that treasure the otherness of the past. I’m reminded of a half-forgotten quotation from Jerome McGann about how the alien perspectives of the past in a past work of art operate as kinds of critique on the present world. Levine’s view is that – crudely put – a feminist might be responding to past oppressions to learn lessons for the present. I actually favour both views: at different times in different ways either approach might yield insight. My recent readings and rewritings of Dante have furnished me with many a perspective so different from our common present day morality, the punishments of what William Empson calls the ‘torture monster’, for example, yet there are other times when it feels as though the punishment of a hypocrite, for example, makes perfect modern sense and one would wish for something of the justice dealt out across the cornices for our modern world. Both perspectives guard against one another in my resultant text of Stars.)

19th May 2025: When Levine puts it like this, I concur: ‘How should we understand the relationship between the literary and political forms?’ she asks, thus keeping the two distinct. And I agree that ‘I consider ways in which literary and social forms come into contact and affect one another, without presuming one is the ground or cause of the other,’ is a good strategy for avoiding a simplistic equation and false consequentiality between the two, which is helped by her awareness of the general instability of social organisations and disorganisations – but why they are called forms – amid a discussion of form – still eludes me. p. 22. An awareness of ‘the many different shapes and patterns that constitute political, cultural, and social experience’ seems exemplary. p. 17. ‘The interaction of forms’ seems a stronger and more useful focus than her focus on form itself. I should follow its arguments again but realise their detachment from where I am (starting (out) again).

 One of the first things I have done to re-engage with the tracking of form (and my sense that it engages with the social) was to read Will Montgomery’s Short Form American Poetry, which deals with familiar territory such as the work of Oppen and Creeley. (His first sentence is like the voice of the sirens to me: ‘This is a book about poetic form.’) I enjoyed the book, learnt a lot, but in the present context, I noted, in his introduction, references to – quotations from – Tom Eyers’ Speculative Formalism. (A sirenic title for me!) Googling threw up this interesting review of Levine’s book by Eyers himself: 

Tom Eyers – The Revenge of Form: Review of C. Levine’s “Forms: Whole, Rhythm, Hierarchy, Network” – b2o: boundary 2 online

Pause to read it, here, perhaps, gentle reader.

What I have fumbled over, above, he glides over. I think the review is a dry-run for at least part of his introduction to the book Montgomery quotes from, Speculative Formalism, which I have on order, is somewhere in the post, and which I shall absorb, perhaps at leisure. (After all, this theoretical twitching is carried out between work as a poet.) But I do note that Eyers, in the review, questions Levine’s thesis, in more theoretically-astute ways than my own. ‘This apparent commensurability between literary and social forms’ – it’s that Faultline again – ‘may well be the result of a prior incommensurability, one that exists as a condition of possibility for the very distinctiveness of the forms in question, no matter how much they be said to intertwine all the way down… It is these latter, knotty, theoretical problems that the book under review doesn’t quite get to grips with, as deeply impressive as it otherwise is.’ Again: ‘how, precisely, one specific class of forms – literary forms – gain purchase on those other forms that jostle for attention?’

‘ “Forms are at work everywhere,” Levine declares, not quite an answer to that question, a declaration questioned by Eyers: ‘But hasn’t a crucial question been elided here? Even as Levine celebrates the ‘dissolving’ of the barrier between text and context, she presumably wouldn’t wish to claim that there is, as a result, absolutely no distinction to be made between the words that make up Brontë’s narrative, and the arrangements of space that are her referent. Presuming this much, we are still to learn how it is that these two very different things are to be explained according to the same, now highly capacious, perhaps too capacious, definition of ‘form’. Even more importantly, how do these different forms come to relate to one another at all? To use a now unfashionable parlance, what is the theory of reference that underpins Levine’s account?’

Is his answer to concentrate on form? we might ask. Yes and No. ‘The temptation to be avoided … is a retreat into form, the foregrounding of reassuringly abstract figures or techniques at the expense of political salience and social relevance. But equally troublesome would be the assumption that abstraction and formality are inherently apolitical and ahistorical.’ But a concentration on form, as the act-event of forming , need not retreat in this way, as Attridge is very clear to make out, and the thinking of Adorno, for one, which Eyers mentions, and which I attempt to use in the last chapter of The Meaning of Form, on the poetry of Barry McSweeney, is a powerful way of approaching history and form. And the theory of Veronica Forrest-Thomson always comes rushing back at such times.

For now, I must leave alone Eyers’ thinking. I am at the edge of knowing.

*

I write about the related theses of The Poetry of Saying and The Meaning of Form here: Pages: Robert Sheppard: The Poetry of Saying: The Point of Poetry: Ethics, Dialogue and Form, and here: Pages: Robert Sheppard The Meaning of Form: forms and forming in contemporary innovative poetry (Summary and Weblinks). There are some updates on my encounters with Attridge here:  Pages: Robert Sheppard: The Meaning of Form and Derek Attridge’s The Work of Literature. I tangle with, tango with, Adorno’s aesthetics here: Pages: Robert Sheppard: Form, Forms and Forming and the Antagonisms of Reality in Criticism, Poetics and Poetry

‘Pulse’ is to be found in my recent The Necessity of Poetics: here: Pages: The Necessity of Poetics - out now!

 


My use of Levine’s ‘Network’ chapter partly resulted in this ‘Introduction’, here: Pages: Robert Sheppard Looking Back at ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ (and a half) and at some poems for, at, and beyond the millennium.

My ‘Dante’ project Stars, is written about here: Pages: On abandoning my transposition of Dante: thoughts and extracts. I didn’t abandon it, as the first posting of this piece suggested.

 

Saturday, May 17, 2025

Dream Diary Saturday 17 May 1975

Saturday 17 May 1975 

Davros from Dr Who was turning David into a moron.

            David a willing partner. Fixing a device (like a jeweller’s piece) to his glasses eyepiece.

            No fooling. [a quote from Frank Zappa.]



Friday, May 16, 2025

Dream Diary Friday 16 May 1975

Friday 16 May 1975 

Vic Sage giving lecture in big hall. Mr Parrott comes in saying, ‘Sorry Vic. It’s an official strike.’

            The girls want to take off their BRAS in protest. Flat-chested.

            Somebody said make essays in original style.

Thursday, May 15, 2025

Broken Spine Readings, Southport : May 21 : featuring Tim Allen

Broken Spine Readings

Every 2 months

Second gig!

Headline Poets – Featuring big names who push the form forward.

This month: TIM ALLEN (who was brilliant!)

Tim Allen lived for many years in Plymouth working as a primary school teacher. For two decades he helped, through the magazine Terrible Work and the Language Club reading series, to establish a vibrant poetry community. A Democracy of Poisons, one of a number of recent volumes, is a sequence of prose poems, is Tim Allen’s third Shearsman book and his first completed work following a move to Lancashire where he has been heavily involved with the avant wing of the North-West poetry scene, co-hosting the . The texts run parallel with the years of Austerity leading to Brexit and its fall-out, issues internalised here before resurfacing within new narrative contexts and scenarios in which modern cultural history competes with autobiographical conflict to be transported elsewhere by the chimera of language. Motifs arising from the perspective of age and change echo, but sparsely; what really unites the poems is a cruel humour, as often self-directed as aimed at the democracy of poisons. Weird writing, funny too. 

Next readings in this series, include Sarah Crewe and Maria Isakova-Bennett at least.

Check for future details!

Also for your Merseyside poetry diary: European Poetry Festival, Open Eye Gallery, Liverpool: Sunday 6th July 2025: 3-5 Free, drop in (North West poets and European poets in collaboration. Usually fascinating.) I'll be collaborating...

Wednesday, May 07, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 7 May 1975

Wednesday 7 May 1975 

Lots of little houseboat type huts. Frank lives in one. I am a stranger in the country. They’re writing poems to Grandad. We go to pub. A group starts. They play ‘Angie’. Music stops like a record being taken off, and starts again. Tony laughs at the flat singing, wide gaps between his teeth. Frank and us are known for having DOPE on us. Dave and Frank carry a gigantic dope leaf each.

A girl comes along as we’re heading along a road to Horsham [Norwich] to MY room. Last one says, ‘You’ll drop in on Grandpa, won’t you?’ He won’t like me. Visions of bars and got me home.

Sunday, May 04, 2025

Dream Diary Sunday 4 May 1975

Sunday 4 May 1975 

Big party up King’s Road (opposite [looks like] Rita’s). Big bus standing outside. And a loveable little black woman with me. Something about travelling on the bus.

            Crossing a river, where rails are at Portslade Station, in search of the woman.


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

Wednesday, April 30, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 30 April 1975

Wednesday 30 April 1975 

Dreamt that I saw Ian Richmond [Eco Party SU leader at UEA] and gang picnicking in Church Lane, Southwick.

            I talked for a while.

            Telling them that I live there.

 

Tuesday, April 22, 2025

Poem on Stride's Algorithmic Prayers: ‘Pumpkin McPumpkin Face’

Rupert Loydell invited a number of writers to submit a poem or prose poem or short text for publication in Stride magazine, online: Stride magazine, responding to this sculpture by Diemut Strebe, ‘The Prayer’.

It is an eternal generative AI Prayer Machine! (It shows how AI can be used creatively and originally, instead of programming it to write substitute human novels or visualise Trump as a Superhero, or other banalities.)  

 


More information at: https://theprayer.diemutstrebe.com/. There are videos of the sculpture at work and they are definitely worth looking at. In fact, you need to see it at work to see what the writers are responding to. Here's a video of one of its chanting parts:


There are various responses so far, including Rupert’s own,
Algorithmic Prayers: Religious belief is a small installation | Stride magazine, Patricia Farrell’s  Algorithmic Prayers: The apparatus as designed | Stride magazine, and Ian Seed’s Algorithmic Prayers: the breath that has been | Stride magazine. They are being posted in March and April 2025. 


Now it’s my turn, and my poem may be read at 
Algorithmic Prayers: deliver us | Stride magazine. Here's a bit of it, read by me, with effaced FACE effect: 

 

This text, ‘Pumpkin McPumpkin Face’ I describe as ‘responding to The Prayer by Diemut Strebe: featuring some words and phrases banned by the Trump team and its algorithm.’ Here’s the first line: ‘Orange Pumpkin, deliver us from Activism McActivism Face.’

I like Rupert's invitations to participate in special features on Stride, or sometimes in pamphlet form, like this one: Pages: Nerve Damage ed Rupert Loydell now out (responses to Witkin).  

 

Wednesday, April 16, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 16 April 1975

Wednesday 16 April 1975

 


Big party along Croft Avenue [Southwick]. 

Tony there very drunk. I’ve just got back from Lee Harwood. Tony says listen. I do. It’s Duck’s Deluxe. The party is mainly in Dick’s garden. They are all around a table in garden, wearing suits. Gatecrashers aren’t. Joannie there. I talk. Eventually walking round with my arm around her. Some people laughing. Trying to free myself.


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

Tuesday, April 15, 2025

Dream Diary Tuesday 15 April 1975

Tuesday 15 April 1975



 

Dreamt of the Poet of the Rood or Rood the Poet.

            ?

            !

            W.B. Yeats?!!


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

Monday, April 14, 2025

Dream Diary Monday 14 April 1975

Monday 14 April 1975 

Sad. C.B. Cox dead. Sad. [probably not the literary critic, but a student of the same name]

 

Monday, April 07, 2025

Dream Diary Monday 7 April 1975

Monday 7 April 1975 

Maggie is haunted by Steve. She comes to me for protection from him.


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

Wednesday, March 26, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 26 March 1975

Wednesday 26 March 1975 

Being shown round a public school. I realise ETON could also be spelt EATEN. There were Inca Indians there in the interior of the Rococo building. The new queen leads out the old queen from behind, her hands on her firm, proud breasts, into a room where she will die. She is beautiful.

(Vision) [a poem of the era]

Tuesday, March 25, 2025

Dream Diary Tuesday 25 March 1975

Tuesday 25 March 1975 

Chris and I share a room. A whole load of UEA arrive for a party. We leave. Lennon [ah! Him again!] has gone bald and argues politics amicably.

            We’re on a yacht and remember the party and rush back along the bank different ways. He finds it and returns. Everything is okay.

            Later by the swimming pool of the boat, I stand naked with a girl in just knickers. I pull them off and we jump in!

 

Monday, March 24, 2025

Robert Sheppard Looking Back at ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ (and a half) and at some poems for, at, and beyond the millennium.

Looking Back at ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ (and a half) and at some poems for, at, and beyond the millennium. (delivered to the 'Anthology as Manifesto' conference at the University of Glasgow: more on that here, item 2: Pages: Three March readings up the North West coast (set lists))


‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ is one of two acts of poetics committed as part of my long network of texts, assembled 1989-2000, and collected under the title Twentieth Century Blues: the first early on – crudely put – to get the thing going, the second anticipating the manner and modes of its ending, and with thoughts of a ‘beyond’. In the first I define Twentieth Century Blues formally as a

net/

          (k)not

 

- work(s)

a glyph that guided its development and perhaps some of its poetic focus. It’s a net that works itself into knots, with multiple titles and connecting strands, some of them thematic, some of them formal, a few of them deliberate dead ends. They are almost hyperlinks, conceived before I had heard of such things.

I customarily define writerly poetics as: the products of the process of reflection upon writings, and upon the act of writing, gathering from the past and from others, speculatively and anticipatorily casting into the future. That’s precisely what ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ enacts. More magisterially, Jerome Rothenberg, in the introduction to his book of poetics, Pre-Faces, says, ‘The world we share, & our interplay with it, calls again & again for discourse: in the case of Poets, the setting forth of a poetics… I’ve attempted, like other poets so engaged, to create a new & coherent poetics for our time.’ (Rothenberg, 1981: 3) Poetics is thus both for the primary practitioner and for the wider poetry community.

Using ‘network theory’, gleaned from Caroline Levine’s 2015 book Forms which I’ve only recently discovered, we might say Twentieth Century Blues joins those networks that ‘are the forms that rupture or defy enclosed totalities and allow us to understand border-crossing circulations and transmissions.’ (Levine 2015: 117). I hope so (and it was a shame such theory, like the internet, wasn’t in existence when I conceived of the project.) ‘Networks are,’ Levine writes, ‘capable of unending expansion: once there is a link between two nodes, there is a network, and it can grow simply by linking to new nodes. Thus the network form affords a certain infinite extensiveness. But, in practice, many networks are limited,’ in the case of Twentieth Century Blues by the millennium; the work was time-based and scheduled for completion or abandonment at the end of the century, with ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ as a late staging post towards that. In terms of network theory, The End of the Twentieth Century is a node that pulls all the other strands together, through it, a great knotty not-worky flow! Levine puts it thus: ‘a few important nodes are simultaneously part of many large clusters.’ (Levine 2015: 126) All the strands pass through this node but I won’t list all the titles when I perform it. While taking a retrospective line, a taking-stock, ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ is also – as poetics should be – speculative and anticipatory, and I consider some possible avenues of advance beyond the prescribed end of the project, the end of the century, my own personal poems for the Millennium.

It is no wonder that the anthology of that name Poems for the Millennium, edited by Jerome Rothenberg and Pierre Joris, particularly the second volume, which I was then adapting for teaching, comes sharply into focus as an education of my writing desires. I mention it as ‘a prospectus for reading’ at one point. And it was – although I still haven’t followed all of its prospects.

Named after a monumental sculpture of Joesph Beuys, ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ is a hybrid poem, lineated prose, an essay, a rant, a series of bad jokes, a confession, a book review even, a string of allusions and quotations, a poetics piece and an inescapable node of the networked project. This ‘text for readers and writers’ as I call it, was written on the 1st May 1999 and read at the English Research Day at Edge Hill University the following month. Now it arrives at Glasgow, 25 years after composition, but still capable of generating a few sparks, I hope. As Rothenberg himself says, ‘The main activity of my poetics has involved … acts of presentation: assemblage & performance & translation’. (Rothenberg 3). Certainly, in my case, in this text, the first two of those, with a touch of the third.

I can’t perform the whole piece; we join it at page 12 of its 19 pages…

(And I read, 'performed' would be a better word, the last pages of 'The End of the Twentieth Century', the full text of which may be found in Complete Twentieth Century Blues, which is still in print and available from Salt books (through its website, here:  Complete Twentieth Century Blues, Robert Sheppard – Salt .)



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 (set lists)

ONE 


This was part of a two monthly poetry evening at the above venue, that I will be helping out with in the coming months. I was the headline act and I read a full (20 minute set) of poems as a retrospective of my writing, reading from my selected poems History or Sleep. I read the selection I made there of my other book, Warrant Error. It seemed to go down well, and I was pleased to see Adam Hampton there, who wrote on this sequence in The Robert Sheppard Companion. He also read in one of the open mic slots. Just for the record the upcoming dates are 21/5 (with Tim Allen), 16/7 (with Sarah Crewe), 17/9 (with Maria Isakova-Bennett) and 19/11 (undecided) this year. I'll leave the details here:  

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📍 Venue: Royales, Lord Street, Southport

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TWO

I read my poetics/poem 'The End of the Twentieth Century' (1999), from Twentieth Century Blues, at the Jerome Rothenberg Conference at the University of Glasgow on 22 March. 

The text of the introduction, where I talk about the network structure of Twentieth Century Blues, is (going to be) posted on this blog.

The conference was a great success, I thought. My little bit was requested by one of the organisers, Jeffrey C. Robinson. (I first met Jeffrey when he drove Jerome Rothenberg and his wife Diane on a reading tour, and all three stayed with Patricia and I, another great occasion.) I also talked about teaching Creative Writing with Scott Thurston, using Rothenberg and Joris' Poems for the Millennium (my poetics/poem also features a 'reading' of that anthology.    

Looking Back at ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ (and a half) and at some poems for, at, and beyond the millennium may be read here:Pages: Robert Sheppard Looking Back at ‘The End of the Twentieth Century’ (and a half) and at some poems for, at, and beyond the millennium.  



Me reading my paper (photo: Scott Thurston)


 

THREE


I also read for Mary Earnshaw's Ainsdale readings Poets' Corner on Thursday 27th March, which was fun, and it was fully booked! Good responsive audience in a great venue (recommended for food and drink and bikes!) I read from British Standards : versions of Wordsworth (4), John Clare (4) and a single silly Shelley one, 'Astro Zen Knickers'. 





Photos of the event by the well-known Crosby photographer Ron Davies of: me; Eleanor reading to the room; Alison, Paul Mullen, me and David; me again.  

Here are a number of videos of me reading the poems, which, although not recordings of last night, will give you some idea of how they were performed. (These vids were made largely on the days I wrote the poems, and do differ a wee bit from the published versions.)


 The above is my version (transposition) of Wordsworth's 'One Might Believe'...



The above is my version of Clare's 'I Love to see the Old Heath's Withered Brake'...


The above is my version of Shelley's 'To Wordsworth', an address to a fallen hero, as is mine.

More on British Standards here, from the period when I wrote it: Pages: Transpositions of Hartley Coleridge: the end of British Standards (and of The English Strain project). It feels like ageing news now, and I need to read new work soon. 

Wednesday, February 26, 2025

Dream Diary Wednesday 26 February 1975

Wednesday 26 February 1975 

Dreamt of bare fields of Thundersbarrow Hill with white things (like burnt trees) across the dead earth. Something to do with chemicals.

Saturday, February 22, 2025

My Tears’ review of Philip Terry’s Dante’s Purgatorio and my own Dante project revived – plus thoughts on reviewing

I have just published a review of Philip Terry’s Dante’s Purgatorio in the 81st edition of Tears in the Fence. I have published poems quite regularly in the magazine for a long time now, but I think this is the first time I have written a review for them. The review section is very good and it’s a nice place to appear. Despite having published a new book of (kind of) critical pieces in the last six months (The Necessity of Poetics) I have not written many reviews for a long time. (Pages: The Necessity of Poetics - out now! ) Partly, this is the result of having moved from an early policy of book reviewing for magazines small and large (including New Statesman, TLS, PN Review) to writing academic literary criticism, which resulted in several books (not so much The Necessity of Poetics which largely collected disparate materials) but like The Poetry of Saying and The Meaning of Form. (Believe it or not I’ve only recently noticed that ‘The X of Y’ structure of these book titles! ‘I thought it was deliberate,’ Patricia opined. It wasn’t.)

Somehow, the thrill of writing reviews wore off. Perhaps I could do it in my sleep. Perhaps I regret not being paid (the New Statesman stuff was vital to our survival, I seem to remember, even though I had a full time job in FE). But I’ve seldom returned to it. Of course, my disenchantment with academic publishing is pretty high, too. A system where you’re lucky if you receive a pdf of your book title instead of the whole book, or where you have to buy a copy yourself is difficult to explain to friends in the pub. One said, ‘You need a better agent.’ (I didn’t like to tell him.) I don’t mind paying a bus fare but I don’t expect to have to build the bus first before I travel!

Another reason why I think I should review new poetry books (in particular) is that there is a shortage of reviewers out there (as I have discovered with my own latest, British Standards; I am thankful for Billy Mills’ tracing of its trajectory here: Two by Robert Sheppard: A Review – Elliptical Movements). And I feel I need to do my bit.


Now I have, with my account of Philip Terry’s Dante’s Purgatorio which you will not be too surprised to hear is his follow-up to his masterful Dante’s Inferno! In short (and without repeating the review) it’s great fun and serious at the same time, an Oulipo wonder, using the constraint ‘Up to Date’, which he operates in a much more systematic way than I did in my ‘English Strain’ project; I have collaborated with Philip and have observed him at work. See here (Pages: Twitters for a Lark launch at Bangor University 6th April 2018 (set list)) and here (Pages: 'My' Quennets from A TRANSLATED MAN published in The Penguin Book of Oulipo) for our meetings, over the remains of my ‘fictional poets’ project (something close to Philip’s own heart!).

Details of Tears in the Fence 81 here: Tears in the Fence 81 is out! | Tears in the Fence


Anybody reading this blog carefully (is there such a being out there?) will perhaps notice that I was advancing my own ‘Dante’ project, which I rather flagrantly ‘abandoned’ in this post here: Pages: On abandoning my transposition of Dante: thoughts and extracts.

 


For the moment, the old text shall remain there but I might remove it, since I have (as I thought I would, and said so, on the post itself) found a way to ‘treat’ the text, submitting it to a ‘coherent deformation’, daily working through the 80 pp of notes with a method, not (it should be recorded) an Oulipo method. In fact, today yielded, probably roughly, and in need of further work, these lines:

 

 Lower down the

proscribed Covid stairwell, very finely done, ‘Oh,

you know, the plague!’ says Blake. ‘Let’s watch

“this metamorphosis of a malefactor.” Everything’s

one day about this man. You’ll write other

dimensions, you already have.’ The riding figure

disintegrates before any masks. The Poet muffles

his nose in human decomp, arriving like an olfactory

fester. He acts to bloat and gloop the great naked

blasphemer, knocking, who blasts flames,

sequenced backwards like this story, which is,

admittedly, unambiguous and coiled with serpents.

 

Blake is my Virgil, and Dante is ‘The Poet’. Blake was my Virgil, since I used his very lopsided coverage of the Commedia, for the object of the original ‘writing through’, which I have now returned to, partly because I’ve forgotten the ‘abandoned’ text (and have not looked back at it); I have, however, kept its title, Stars: a Comedy Machine, and one of its epigraphs is


                                    Thus the cause

                        Is not corrupted nature in yourselves,

                        But bad government that has turned the world

                        To evil.

                                                Purgatorio XVI

 

which I mention in my review of Philip’s work, plus his own version of these lines. I say, ‘In a version of lines in Dante from Canto XVI that I think of as central to the Commedia, Terry has:

 

                                    What I’m saying is that the

           

Present state of the world is caused predominantly

By one thing and one thing alone: bad leadership.’

 

Interestingly, he keeps this in focus as a major theme.

 

Talking of epigraphs, mine, to the third, HELL, part of my ‘commedia’ (it’s narrated in reverse, ‘sequenced backwards like this story’ as I ‘wrote’ this morning) is taken from Terry’s Inferno:

 

 Capital divides

                                                            and rules     its kingdom

                                                Like a greedy spoilt dictator,

 

though I might choose another from his Inferno.

My own version is thus much taken with Terry’s. In fact I might have abandoned my version much sooner, since the very existence of his version threw mine into doubt. But Philip encouraged me to continue: as an Oulipean there can never be enough versions of the text for him (so long as he doesn’t have to write them all, I suspect!).

 I agreed to review the book in order to deal with it (and I knew it would be as funny as I found the first volume, though more poignant). I’m glad I did. It’s been useful for seeing what he’s up to, what I’m up to, and it might very well propel me to write further reviews for whoever wants them. It gets the news out there. There is always this blog, too, for further thoughts.  

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Previous appearances in Tears in the Fence are recorded here, the first 2 links carrying details of poems printed from the aforesaidmentioned ‘English Strain’ project, with videos of me reading some of these poems. Thanks again to editor David Caddy for taking these works and the new review! 

Pages: Two new poems from British Standards published in Tears in the Fence 73

Pages: Two more sonnets from British Standards (from Keats) in Tears in the Fence 75

Pages: Robert Sheppard: 'Between' a poem for Roy Fisher published in Tears in the Fence