Showing posts with label Philip Jeck. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Philip Jeck. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 01, 2024

Details of Readings this Autumn (set lists and comments)

Readings this Autumn (set lists and comments)

During this autumn I have had, to my delight, six readings to perform, some full readings, others short contributions to larger events. (There were some earlier in the year too, bucking the post-Covid trend of fewer reading opportunities, though two of them were online, as was one earlier this year.) They are all quite different, with different work read, often from different books, or from no books (yet)! Sometimes with, or alongside Patricia Farrell, sometimes not.

As they 'passed', I converted my announcements of them on this post into 'set lists' and commentaries. I must admit it's rather taken up more of my time preparing than I expected, and time away from writing. I'm sure Taylor Swift thought the same about the Eras Tour!  

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1. Liverpool 24th October 2024: for Liverpool Poetry Space hosted by The Open Eye Gallery (on the dockside). 

I read with Mandy Coe (I don't know how I haven't met her before) and Maria Isakova-Bennett (who I have seen develop as a poet over the the last decade into a fine writer who always keeps the analogy of her visual art practice to the fore). Eleanor Rees was ill, unfortunately. So we had to add an extra 5 minutes to our readings. 

I decided to launch British Standards (the first of two launches) and I read a bunch of Wordsworth 'transpositions', including this one:


. Then my version of Southey's 'Poem on the Slave Trade', which led, the slavery theme continuing, onto my versions of Mary Robinson, a few verses of 'Tabitha and Thunderer' (there was to be more of her at my November 12th London reading, see below); a bunch of John Clare; and the final final poem of the book, 'After Shelley' as I called it, slightly shortening its title.  

This seemed to go down well. Lots of laughter I was informed by some friends in the sizeable audience. However, the set was designed for sudden swings of mood, so that we were suddenly thinking about slavery or Covid deaths amid the capering of Bo, as the hubris of Brexit hit the mismanagement of public health during the Pandemic.  



2. London: Friday, 25th October 2024 

The Cock Tavern, 23 Phoenix Rd, London NW1


Friday night, it was great to see so many old friends and comrades of our London days, all still thrusting and vital. Here's a brief itinerary of the evening, mainly launches. 


Part One


Bob Cobbing/Robert SheppardCollaborations (Veer/Writers Forum): performed by Patricia Farrell and me. We read 'Blatent Blather/Virulent Whoops', my 2001 collaboration with Cobbing. Thanks to Patricia for all the rehearsing and hoarse throats!  


Karen MacCormackQuaquaversal (Veer): a fascinating unwriting of an earlier text into non-existent words, which were then discovered (mostly) to mean something in other languages. 

Steve McCafferyAlice through the Working Class (Blazevox) (What a great title!) A wonderful or outwonderlandish version of Alice.

Break


Ulli FreerTransition Pulse (Veer): Ulli pulsed this way through this new text, somewhat bucolic in places, excellent as ever.


Adrian ClarkeWalhalla (Veer): a few sequences from this excellent new book, plus a new sequence inspired by Bob Cobbing's decaying photocopier, now in Hugh Metcalfe's garden! This was in part an introduction to another 2 books relaunched that evening: Bob Cobbingthe five vowels & Third ABC in Sound (Veer/Writers Forum), two of his major works back in print. Get on the Veer website and find all these books (and more): Veer Books. (I wrote about the 'Third ABC' some 19 years ago on these pages: here: Pages: Robert Sheppard: Bob Cobbing: Two Sequences )

Although my Collaborations with Bob Cobbing was published by Veer in 2021, there wasn’t a launch (Covid, again) of this splendid box of pamphlets, reprints of Codes and Diodes and Blatent Blather/Virulent Whoops from 1991 and 2001, respectively. On the box: Pages: COLLABORATIONS (Bob Cobbing - Robert Sheppard) published in a box by Veer - out now. There is an earlier performance on video here (somewhere in this Cobbing tribute: OR 35 | Bob Cobbing: a celebration | Videos | 

 

Here's a very short video of me demonstrating how the 'box' of Collaborations is constituted. (The new Third ABC of Sound is similarly in a box.)  

Saturday morning, bag pretty heavy with all the new Veer publications, Patricia and I walked to the Wallace Collection. They have 3 portraits of Mary Robinson:


 



Romney, Reynolds and Gainsborough (the latter a huge canvas). This was connected to my editing of her work in Mary Robinson Selected Poems and my transposing of it in British Standards. Other specialities: a wonderful Poussin, two Rembrandts, some Boningtons, and an Icelandic drinking horn! Back to Euston... Liverpool ... home.

3. Wednesday November 6th: 7.30. An ONLINE reading from Aquifer Books

I read one part of my finely-designed Aquifer volume, Doubly Stolen Fire, introducing 'Malcolm Lowry's Land' with these words: ‘My book, Doubly Stolen Fire, which I’m so pleased Lyndon has published, is an exploration of various modes of authorship: actual and fictional. The last part, though, collects my contributions to the Liverpool celebrations of the Merseyside born author of Under the Volcano, Malcolm Lowry, [like this one 2024: Pages: The Lowry Lounge 2024 - an account and links] and I’m going to read most of one of these. It tracks a 1979 notebook which itself tracks my visit to Lowry’s grave in Sussex. [Holds it up]. It mimics Lowry’s own writerly methods as it re-narrates the notes for a long-abandoned poem.’

Details of the whole book: Pages: Reviews of my book DOUBLY STOLEN FIRE (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

This Zoom reading was of new and forthcoming collections by Sarah Crewe, Mélisande Fitzsimons, Allen Fisher as well as myself. More info at: Glasfryn Project. It was good to hear the other readers, and I had Sarah's book to hand, to follow her reading. 



4. London 12th November 2024: 7.30: A Shearsman launch of 4 new Shearsman books. 

This reading took place at the Swedenborg Hall, 20/21 Bloomsbury Way, London WC1A 2TH, hosted by Tony Frazer, publisher of Shearsman Books. The building has a painting of the religious sage painted by P. Louthenburg (the subject of one of Mary Robinson's finer earlier poems, and the designer of 'light shows' from when she was an actor). I noticed too late to tell the audience!

I read from British Standards but pointed to The Necessity of Poetics AND to my edition of the Selected Poems of Mary Robinson.

My notes and set list

I’m very greedy – but very grateful (to Tony) for Shearsman publishing three books this year. I will only read from one of them, but I’ll sketch links between them. The Necessity of Poetics, which collects various works on, of, about and around ‘poetics’ as a speculative and anticipatory writerly discourse, also contains a treatise on poetic rhythm, an inaugural lecture, notes on the meaning of form, and some ancient documents which stretch back to the 1980s and 90s, but it comes up to date with a couple of pieces on the poetics of the book I will be reading from, British Standards.

British Standards, book three of ‘The English Strain’ project, was completed in September 2022. Brexit was originally the continuing theme of the project, but in early 2020 the Pandemic intervened to alter its trajectory, although the government's enthusiasm for the former contributed to its tardiness in the face of the latter, as celebratory hubris collided with the failure of Johnson’s government (he’s called Bo in my poems) to take sensible public health measures. Formally speaking, these are transpositions of sonnets of the Romantic period (Wordsworth, Keats and Shelley, but also Mary Robinson and Hartley Coleridge, and others, as you’ll hear), and I’m paying faithless homage to it.

I read three 'Wordsworth' poems. This one below (shown here from the pages of Shearsman magazine), and on video.




Then 'O Friend I know not which way I must look'. (See the other video above for a reading of it.) Followed by 'Vanguard of Liberty, Ye Men of Kent.' 

Then a shift to Robert Southey and his 'Poem on the Slave Trade'.

After that, I said (more or less): 

The third book launching today is my edition of the poems of Mary Robinson, which might seem a surprising departure for me, until it’s realised that I first came to her work through writing a transposition of her 1796 sonnet sequence ‘Sappho and Phaon’, an extraordinary work that (even at the time) was read as analogical of her relationship with Banastre Tarleton, Liverpool slaver referenced in the street name of the previous poem. I call them Tabitha and Thunderer, but Thunderer seems to become Boris Johnson at several points. Mary called herself ‘The English Sappho’ on occasions. My sequence is a corona, 14 sonnets, with a volta at which I’ll pause, to change the hapless narrative, to allow her, in Brexit-speak, to ‘take back control’. Sappho is hetereosexual in Ovid’s version of her life that Mary followed, though she has a troupe of women following her: they become the weather girls, registry girls and Mamas of this poem, written just after the first lockdown, summer 2020. Here is a video of me reading one of the sonnet-verses, the one which refers to Mary-Tabitha-Sappho having read Coleridge's 'Kubla Khan' long before it was published.



I finished with one of the 'final' final poems to the book: 'After Shelley, After Sheppard, which I wrote about when I wrote it, here: Pages: Robert Sheppard: A final final poem for British Standards! With pictures of some of the poem's weird contents.


Details of all three books: Pages: British Standards published by Shearsman - out now (robertsheppard.blogspot.com) and Pages: Selecting for a Selected: The Poems of Mary Robinson 1 (robertsheppard.blogspot.com).

Details of two of the books: Pages: British Standards and The Necessity of Poetics published simultaneously (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

 

I was reading with Elaine Randell, which was very exciting. I'm never ceased to be moved by her accounts of working with children, AND by her affective lyricism. She was launching her Collected Poems

It was good to see some old friends, including those not associated with the poetry world.

5. Patricia and I had a very small part in From the Grooves of Vinyl at the Bluecoat on Saturday 16th November 2024 (Nobody said, but 15th November was Phil's birthday!)

As a tribute to Philip Jeck who died in 2022, the Bluecoat presented an evening of film and performance in celebration of the life and work of this remarkable composer and artist who wrought exquisite sounds from the worn grooves of old records. [I'm quoting the copy for the evening, and amending it.] An internationally renowned pioneer of experimental ‘turntablism’, he brought old record players and vinyl together with electronic effects to create expansive sonic landscapes.

Throughout his career Philip worked with dance and theatre makers, visual artists and musicians and composers across the musical spectrum and toured internationally. He was also a lover of poetry (he came to a lot of the readings I organised or gave.) Over three decades, his work was released and promoted by the experimental electronic music label, Touch.

Philip also had a long association with the Bluecoat and this special tribute included a screening of an excellent film by Gina Czarnecki of him performing in the intimate surroundings of a friend’s kitchen. (This was fascinating, not least of all because I was there, and have my own memories of that performance.)

There was also the launch of a double CD tribute to Philip collated by Touch, and performances from experimental composers Chandra Shukla (US), excellent sitar and electronics work, Benjamin Duvall and Andrew Hunt (Liverpool), who (Ben told me) have a complete album of work improvised with Phil in preparation. (They are half of the band Ex-Easter Island Head. Poets Patricia Farrell and Robert Sheppard briefly read (although Patricia ‘appeared’ via tape). The bar was open till 11pm, with a disco-banger DJ set from Bryan Biggs (and then off with Bryan to the Grapes for a last two).

Click here for further information on Touch, its work with Philip and his releases.

This was a moving evening, particularly when Bryan and Mary Prestidge introduced the event, and later, when Jon Wozencroft and Mike Harding from Touch introduced the new album (which I have bought and am much looking forward to). The music was inspiring, whether on film, tape or live. 

Patricia’s poem was written especially for the event, and was untitled.

I introduced my piece, ‘Spectres of Breath’ with something like these words:

‘I’m going to read a text I wrote for Phil’s birthday in 2012. It comes out of a conversation we had about writing about music, music journalism in particular. About that time I was subscribing to The Wire – and I was particularly taken by the short reviews which tried to describe the nature and quality of certain musics in very few words. Partly mimicking this facility, possibly purloining the odd phrase here and there, and condensing descriptions and coining the odd neologism, I proceeded to compose a compilation album in words. It is not – even in the passage that mentions ‘styluses scraped’ – an attempt to describe Phil’s own music. After all it is a ‘compilation’, though the imaginary musicians of this imagined music are unnamed. As we reach side B (how could this not be a vinyl record?) the descriptions become more synaesthetic, relating to more senses than sound. I’m not being entirely serious, which is fitting since Phil was the funniest man I’ve ever known, as well as a musical genius.’

It seemed to go down well, particularly with the two guys from Touch, for whom such language is a constant torture! The poem may be read here, after my memoir of Philip: Pages: Philip Jeck 2022. When I said ‘genius’ (Bryan also used the word) I mean ‘genius’. 

6: 2nd December : Online Reading by Paul Robert Mullen with Guests:


a landmark celebration of Paul Robert Mullen’s work as we launch it’s all come down to this, a powerful retrospective spanning 25 years of poetry and prose from one of contemporary and independent literature’s most distinctive voices. This special online event will bring together readers, writers, and fans for an unforgettable evening of live readings, conversation, and community.

Hosted by: Alan Parry, Editor-in-Chief, The Broken Spine

  • Readings by Paul Robert Mullen: Experience selected works from it’s all come down to this as Paul takes us through his journey from 1999 to 2024, offering insights and reflections on his evolution as a poet. This he did through short poems and a long extract from a long poem 'Vinyl Redux'. 
  • Open Mic with Special Guests: specially invited readers offered an intimate chance to hear voices that resonate with Paul’s own approach to life and poetry. In my case, I decided (as I did when I last read 'with' Paul, pre-Covid, see here: Pages: Robert Sheppard: The Broken Spine reading, Southport (set list)) to read poems about music (possibly amassing towards a collection), and (I'm certain) influenced by his 'Vinyl Redux'. I read a few sections from 'Tone Poem: Starlight and Stardust', the sections relating to recent albums by Fred Hirsch, James Brandon Lewis, Brad Mehldau, Donny McCaslin, Shakti, and Miho Hazama's m_unit.    

A fine ending to a mini-tour!

Locating Robert Sheppard: email: robertsheppard39@gmail.com; website: www.robertsheppard.weebly.com NEW, note: follow me on Bluesky not on X , at https://bsky.app/profile/robertsheppard.bsky.social

Wednesday, February 15, 2023

Eighteen Years of Blogging today!

Blogging is more than a publicity exercise for me. Although this blog started out as the extension of an earlier magazine, it is an instrument for thinking (and writing, as I explain below in relation to the sonnets I have now finished). It is even therapeutic in some strange way: I lose myself in the process and within the labyrinthine linkages it makes. (It took me a long time to realise this aspect matched the strands and links of my Twentieth Century Blues project. (See Pages: Twentieth Century Blues published ten years ago! (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)) It is, clearly, a mode of publishing (which reflects its beginning as a blogzine). 

This year has been an odd one, not least of all for having radiotherapy in the summer and on-going hormone treatment for prostate cancer (get it checked, old lads out there, that's the most serious message of this post, believe me. I've never had a symptom. And here's the most important link today: Prostate Cancer UK | Prostate Cancer UK ). It hasn’t made much difference to my blogging (though I timed my annual summer break for those 20 radiotherapy sessions at the wonderful Clatterbridge in Aintree). 

I’m going to select 10 ‘areas’ with links for this year (but there's really 11!):

 1 The great work of the year was the co-editing of New Collected Poems by Lee Harwood. Here’s one post, about the launch, with a link to other links (there’s lots about Lee on the blog!)   Pages: Lee Harwood New Collected Poems launched and on sale now (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

 


2 It was great to participate in the Cliff Yates @ 70 tribute and I write about that (and have links to the tribute, for which I wrote the introduction and submitted a specially-written poem) here: Pages: Cliff Yates at 70 : my parts in this celebration of his poetry and poetics (links to it) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com). Andy and Alan did him proud - as we all should. 

 3 Good also to be asked by Lyndon Davies to provide poem and essay to the John James/Chris Torrance issue of Junction Box, here: Pages: The John James/Chris Torrance issue of Junction Box - plus my poem for, essay on, James (robertsheppard.blogspot.com). I wrote for and about James, but I did have a fruitful suggestion for the Torrance part (that is, to reprint an interview with Torrance I read waiting for one of those radiotherapy appointments). 

 4 It’s grim to announce the deaths of friends (whether they are artists are not). But we lost two extremely creative friends in the last year and they are remembered here:

Philip Jeck: Pages: Philip Jeck 2022 (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Alan Halsey: Pages: I.M. Alan Halsey: some thoughts, links, and a poem dedicated to him. (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

 5 I continued publishing excerpts from British Standards (my transpositions of romantic sonnets) in magazines over this year and I provide links to them, BUT I also include on this blog short videos of those poems too. So here is a piece on transposing Wordsworth, which is also a homage to the brilliant work Phil Davenport is doing with homeless people using Wordsworth’s poems in a parallel way to me. (No, I am using them in a parallel way to him.) See: Pages: Robert Sheppard: Wordsworth’s Sonnets Transposed for the 21st Century appears on Zwiebelfish!

6 Keats got a similar treatment, and here are four posts, with videos, of work that appeared from the 14 sonnets I’ve tackled (or mangled, depending on your view of the project):

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

 Pages: A version of a Keats sonnet published on STRIDE today (links and video and context) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

 Pages: Four more Keats' overdubs published online in LITTER (and videos here) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

 Pages: THREE new sonnets from British Standards (overdubs of John Keats) appear in Shearsman 131 and 132 (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

 You’ll notice on the video I wear my Keats (life mask) with pride.

 7 John Clare got the same treatment in British Standards and here are the two posts about the publication of some of the resultant poems (again with videos): here:

Pages: My transposition of a sonnet by John Clare, from British Standards, is published on Beir Bua (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: Robert Sheppard: Four new versions of John Clare published in Talking About Strawberries (plus videos and links)

 

Here's my accidental 'poem-film', or is it 'film-poem' of one of those Clare transpositions.

These sonnets were all temporarily posted on this blog so blogging became part of the process of their becoming. (And, therefore, as I say above, of me.)

8 Talking of performing or reading, I did a reading (and would love to do more, if there are any organisers left after Covid!) at MMU’s English Futures conference in July 2022. Here’s my set list: Pages: My reading at the English Futures Saturday 9th July 2022 (set list) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com). It’s more of the Wordsworth transformations. I read a whole block to make absolutely clear what I was doing. 

9 I wrote about Fictional Poets (looking back at the two volumes I published of such work), beginning with a post here: Pages: Reflections on Fictional Poetry and Fictional Poets (1 and hubpost for the sequence) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com) and with links to the rest. I was also thinking through (even writing) a third part. I am quietly announcing here for the first time that a cleaned-up version of these posts will form parts of a book called Doubly Stolen Fire which will be published later this year.

10 Even before the eighteenth year of blogging began I was posting posts about having FINISHED the ‘English Strain’ project with its serial ‘final’ poems. It didn’t turn out that easy: these posts quite amusingly trace the process of closure, as I debate HOW and WHEN to end it. The final post here even contemplates starting it all up again, but decides against it (it is also the least consulted post of the four). Since the whole project was published and discussed on the blog (unlike other projects you won’t know about from reading these pages) it seems appropriate to cluster them together. I think they make interesting reading:

 Pages: Another 'final' poem of the English Strain sonnet project: looking eastwards and to the Ukraine (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: Goodbye to Bo through the Medium of Jake Thackray’s masterpiece (not a book review) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: Robert Sheppard: A final final poem for British Standards!

Pages: The Horrible Thought that Bo mioght be back: only The Bard could save me now! (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

I’m saying goodbye to the sequence but I’m also saying goodbye to Bo (and to the sonnet: I’ll never return to the form! (He sez.))

One other thing (this isn’t point 11, believe me): I’ve also started this last year adding a set of addresses to every post (if I remember to do it!) That’s to make sure people can contact me. The other way of putting this is: don’t use my edgehill email address! I can’t access it. So:  

Locating Robert Sheppard: email: robertsheppard39@gmail.com  website: www.robertsheppard.weebly.com Do follow me on Twitter: Robert Sheppard (@microbius) / Twitter  latest blogpost: www.robertsheppard.blogspot.com

The little block of four raw links below will take you to the posts I made after merely 10 years of blogging, trying to make lists of 1, the best posts, 2, my favourite posts (one for each year), 3, the most neglected posts, and, 4, my blogging plans for the (then) future. It was all quite fun, quite a lot of work, and is still interesting (even informative) to look at now. 

http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/ten-years-of-pages-best-bits.html
http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/ten-years-of-pages-one-post-year.html
http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/ten-years-of-pages-ten-posts-nothing-or.htmlhttp://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2015/02/ten-years-of-pages-plans-for-future.html

 My annual accounts of blogging all link (up). In fact, they are a sort of guide to that year’s ‘best’ posts (though it’s only in my estimate). Here’s 14, 15,16 and 17 years…

Pages: Robert Sheppard: My 14 years of blogging

Pages: Fifteen Years of Blogging (A hubpost to all the hubposts and other goodies) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: Sixteen Years of Blogging! (links to the best of the blog) (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

Pages: Seventeen Years of Blogging. A look back and the best of the last year (robertsheppard.blogspot.com)

The pre-history of this blog, as a print magazine, may be read here, on what was my first post (even though I moved it later). I also outlined the complete run of the second series of Pages before it became a blogzine, and finally this blog. However, the first run of the print magazine is now online, at Jacket2 where it is hosted here

Sunday, March 27, 2022

Philip Jeck 2022

The Relevant Posts:

 https://forma.org.uk/artists/philip-jeck

https://philipjeck.com/ 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Philip_Jeck

 

It with great sadness that I am blogging about the life (but alas the death) of Philip Jeck, the musician, but also a friend of well over a decade, and a near-neighbour (and friend of other mutual friends too, both in Liverpool and elsewhere). I am writing this on the Sunday after the Friday on which he died. (I was not going to post it until I had seen official announcements elsewhere. Searching for the informative links above, I see that Touch, his record label, has quietly announced the fact in the last hour.) We were going to visit him on Saturday and found out just before we’d planned to leave that we were too late. (We had spoken on the phone the week before.)

There were many Philip Jecks, and there still are. He was foremost a musician – and his performances of turntable music was touched with genius. The sonic textures he built up and released were extraordinary and the result of his unique ear, and the product of hours of improvisatory performance and prepared recording. (He managed to cross the boundary between the two.) Music produced by this method is often weak laptronica, processual, whereas Phil was symphonic and lush. This was obvious in live performance, whether his re-visiting of his earlier Vinyl Junkyard, his collaborations with Janek Schaffer and Jonathan Raison, or his solo work, whether at the Bluecoat, with a public audience, or at Netti’s Kitchen, an annual invite-only kitchen performance. (I’m limiting myself to performances I witnessed. He also read poetry and prose at the Gramophone Ray Gun readings (and he was usually at my Liverpool readings over the last decade. He was a great reader of poetry).)

Another Phil was the record collector and enthusiast, of all kinds of music, experimental to pop, Basinski to Beyonce, one might say, but our tastes met in a love of Frank Sinatra and bossa nova (and perhaps blended perfectly in the albums Sinatra made with Antonio Carlos Jobim). We often listened to his choice of music. The last time I saw him it was to listen to the whole of his latest album, which was quite different from earlier work, being a collaboration with a volcalist: Stardust with Faith Coloccia (2021, Touch). (He also has a video, made with Mary Prestidge, in a current exhibition at the Bluecoat.)

 Patricia and I and others, including my old poetry-dance collaborator Jo Blowers (it’s a small world) spent many happy evenings with Phil and Mary and their son Louis, and as the drink flowed, so did the conversation. Here's another Phil. I have long said that Phil was the funniest person I’ve known (you might not guess it from the austerity and purity of the music) – and this I will remember always. Of course, I can’t think of a single comment or joke that he told, now I’m writing this, but I don’t think even if I could, I would tell it now! I like this image of him larking about. 

 


Our thoughts are with Mary and Louis (both currently down with Covid). Mary’s just phoned up to ask for a pint of milk.

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I wrote one poem for Phil, a fake ‘album’ (vinyl, because there is an A and a B side!). It is not a description of a Jeck album (as is clear from the above, I lack the words to describe what he did). It is a response to the kinds of impressionistic language that was often used in magazines like The Wire and I imagined a vinyl album in, or of, words.

You may read it here: Robert Sheppard - Spring 15 (blazevox.org) . You need to scroll down to find it. But now, the following morning, I've been fiddling with the text (which I've lined up for a book or section of a book that relates to music) and here's the reworked poem. It was written for Phil's 60th birthday (his birthday was 15th November, the day after mine, different year). 


Spectres of Breath

                                    Compilation album for Philip Jeck

 

Side A

Wispy digital noodling, with woozy laptronica lines over clipped guitar riffs, humming bowls, unprepared piano, Noise quotes

Post-punk guitar-scuzz, amid a wash of tone fluctuation, psych-garage munge with soun’tracky form-sloth jiggers, over vocaleering dream lounge flair

Serpentine drones with rough camel skin gauze, filtered through punchy kook-oriented space-electronic phrases, low-bore gush and drool, segueing to raw hypnagogic handclaps

A live jack lead, plugged into a bass valve-amp, crackles, while yacht rock tropes think through ring-modulated nasal sustain

Torch songs with Morricone twangs, dubbed out by reggae-funk lite, for clubfooted clomping along to burps, blips, dips and clanks

Washed-out melancholia, junkyard jams alternating with palm-muted bleeps and trickles, plangent bird calls and fluttering wings

 

Side B

Smell the pixels on these ice-cracking fire-spitting loops, re-mixing bathysphere pings, amid scorched-earth saxes played by improv avant-allstars

Effete acoustic jangle against lacquered finish, with FX and channel bravado, opens polished black space for scrying, to glimmer until cycling chords crescendo and ring silence

Styluses scraped against spinning bodies, an entire spectrum of partials grounded by synth-puffs and granular pitches

Spectres of breath in arrangements, layered up from scratch glossolalia, elbowed by tonal clusters, vocal sighs, and automobile-shudder basslines

Bitcrunched microtones and pitchbending grinds sunk in a seedbed of screaming

A pop savvy barrage of dense keyboard doodles, clenched multiphonics on bassoon, motoric minimalism of ghostly warbling, organ clusters, bone-rattling brittleness in the voice, so convivial you can taste the retro crazed latency that gives it human tape hiss

 2012


Saturday, May 19, 2018

A Day of Collaborations/ors (Liverpool Light Night)

Yesterday, a day of collaborations, without fully realising it. Until reflecting this morning.

It began with writing through some of Trev Eales' photographs in preparation for our collaboration. See here:
 
http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2016/03/trev-eales-photography-and-friendship.html
http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2017/01/robert-sheppard-talk-for-open-eye.html


Here's a random snippet:
 
he’s re-formed for
the music as
he reads the
hands on the
keys to find
where he is
or where he’s
being pushed


Later, I read more of EUOIA collaborator Alys Conran's brilliant first novel, Pigeon. It's grim, it's funny; it captures the nuances of bilingualism, and I haven't finished it. I seldom read a book where I don't want it to end. This is one. See here:


http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2018/02/meet-euioa-collaborators-alys-conran.html


Alys reading our collaboration in Bangor

Then it was out to the Liverpool Light Night, and to Bluecoat to look at the many paintings Pete Clarke has produced using my poem about the Liverpool car park fire, 'Arena Area':

parked in the park forever

a darkness that darkens the lungs
concentrated pitch

That's one of them in the Bluecoat studio: 'blistered skin...' it says...


Pete has collaborated with me (I have collaborated with him) on making a number of prints and paintings over the past decade and I posted images from our Edge Hill exhibition here and here. A later work for the Print Bienniel in Krakow may be viewed here and Pete's own website is here. One was a runner-up for the Adrian Henri Prize, and this year his work has been selected for the John Moores Painting Prize! Fingers crossed.

Then, from the very windows you see in this photo, I spotted Jo Blowers, watching a dance piece, with whom I have worked over many years. She'd been ill so it was great to see her out and about! And to talk.

Here's Jo performing (appropriately) at Bluecoat, a piece with a text by me (published in Unfinish). Some links to her work, our works:


http://robertsheppard.blogspot.co.uk/2016/02/robert-sheppards-shutters-at-prelude-to.html

and https://robertsheppard.weebly.com/collaborations.html


Then we (Patricia, Philip Jeck and I) walked to the Belvedere and I checked that they had put up the poems about the place by Chris McCabe and myself (a collaboration of sorts) - and they had. (More of that later, I think.) The whole day being spent in the company of Patricia, my most consistent collaborator (and currently an author of a piece on my collaborations with Pete!), as well the other half of Ship of Fools. (And so much more.)


https://patriciafarrell.weebly.com/


Odd then that I should wake up to find a note I clearly made to myself the night before: 'Write a book about Frank Sinatra - and you.' I wonder what I meant.

I have a page on my website about my collaborations (outside of the EUOIA), here:


https://robertsheppard.weebly.com/collaborations.html

Read more about the collaborative project EUOIA here and here. All the collaborators are accessible via links here. More on Twitters here and here.
  

Tuesday, April 07, 2015

Robert Sheppard: Poems in Blazevox's 15th Anniversary Edition (for Ern Malley and Philip Jeck)

I’m pleased to say I have work in the latest Blazevox here. This is the first time I have appeared in this long running webzine, and I’m delighted to find I’m in the 15th anniversary edition. Read about that here in a piece by editor Geoffrey Gatza. 

The main link takes you to all the work, but my two contributions are special (to me, anyway). Here.

One is my ‘Ern Malley Suite’, my writing-through of the collages one of the hoaxers made during the 1940s hoax in Australia. I make much play of the fact that 'Ern' was meant to have been born in Liverpool. It is due to re-appear as my contribution to the EUOIA anthology in which I appear as a fictional poet (or imaginary author).See here.

The second is a piece I wrote for the musician Philip Jeck, 'Spectres of Breath'. It is a response to the strange language we find in music reviews. It is a verbal vinyl album (sides A and B), it is in ‘tracks’, but it is NOT an attempted approximation of Phil’s own music. See and hear material on Phil here. Or even here:


  An essay on the Ern Malley affair and its Liverpool celebrations may be read here:

https://robertsheppard.blogspot.com/2022/05/robert-sheppard-my-essay-on-ern-malley.html