Almost four months after my last blog post, the WordPress stats helper monkeys (and the excellent posts I’ve enjoyed reading on my favourite poetry sites, lately) have shamed me into rousing my little blog from hibernation. Suffice it to say I won’t be making public my 2013 ‘year in blogging’ stats! I could offer all sorts of reasons for my lack of (blog) activity – the day job, my ageing hip, an addiction to social networking and coffee shops (I know, I know)… Let’s face it, stuff happens, life gets in the way, etc, etc.
I do read a lot of poetry – an increasing amount online, some e-reads (on my iphone – I’ll probably get around to buying a Kindle in about 10 years time when I’ll no doubt be able to pick one up for a fiver along with the rest of the supermarket shopping)but I’m a tactile creature and there’s nowt quite like the sensory experience of a paper book. I’m loving everyone’s ‘shelfie’ pics posted online. My shelves are far too rammed to be deemed at all photogenic, but here’s a selection of my 2013 book reading:
and my favourite magazines/journals:
Successes: In October, my poem, You Do Not Have To Say, was published in the Wild issue of Popshot magazine (above). Here’s a photo of it, alongside Jessica Durden’s illustration, inspired by the poem:
You can view all the Popshot illustrations on Pinterest, here.
Outlook was accepted by Hinterland, a new journal co-edited by talented poets Ian Parks and Rebecca Bird. Lovely to see mine sharing cyber space with work by poets I really admire. You can read all the poems inspired by the spur colour, red, here. And a first print issue is planned, too, I believe.
Tasseography was longlisted for the Desmond O’Grady competition. Sadly, it didn’t make the shortlist, but it was rather exciting to read my poem to a live audience at The White House, Limerick via Skype link. In a way, this was a return visit, having guested there alongside fellow O’Bheal poet Janet Smith in August 2012. Encouraged by this result, I’ve submitted it to another competition across the water. We’ll see. In fact I’ve got rather a lot of poems ‘out there’ at the moment – a flurry of submissions to magazines and anthologies. Again, we’ll see.
My debut pamphlet – the story so far: Following many sessions spent at the dining room table sifting, sorting, rejecting, substituting and re-arranging paper copies of my (hopefully, best) poems, I’ve sent my proposed selection, a contents list in (proposed) order and a (working) title to my editor. A big step, not taken lightly. And her initial response is encouraging, positive – I’m thrilled that I seem to be on the right track, anyway. I may be asking a few willing volunteers (with no existing knowledge of my poems) to play a little Word Association game, soon…
Workshops: I co-ran a rebellious writing workshop, Make Love Not War, with Leicester’s very own Tim ‘Bombdog’ Sayers as part of the city’s Everybody’s Reading festival in October. The workshop was attended by both experienced and beginner writers who produced some amazing poems inspired by images, artefacts and writing about conflict. I’m hopeful of applying for funding to run my own workshop next (ok, this) year. I’m currently thinking of a suitable premise/my own slant…
I’ve also attended poetry workshops. Highlights include my first Poetry Business writing day (a little scary, totally worthwhile) and a women’s poetry workshop entitled ‘Put your Hand in a Poet’s Pocket’ run by Kim Moore, (am biased) also as part of Everybody’s Reading. I came away with several starters for poems, some of which are current WIPs.
Events: a Poetry Tea, a first, hosted by Nine Arches press with readings by Mario Petrucci, Matt Merritt, Clare Trevien and Alistair Noon. One of the cherries on my October half term, I hope Jane Commane has plans for more of these!
Kate Tempest at The Cube, Corby. A Lyric Lounge event and an opportunity I couldn’t resist. I even took my son (to show him what a night out on the town really should be, IMHO). Not a poetry lover, he probably came along to humour his ageing mother – but thoroughly enjoyed both the open mic and Tempest’s stunning performance. So self-effacing, such rapport with the audience! And wonderful to see the audience really did represent all age-groups, including lots of local secondary school pupils who’d been lucky enough to participate in her workshop.
Jo Shapcott’s reading at Leicester University as part of the Literary Leicester festival. If numbers are anything to go by, their publicity machine seems to be more efficient than in previous years. Having heard her read at Lichfield cathedral last year, I was prepared for another hour of being drawn into this quiet poet’s created world. And I wasn’t disappointed! I can never understand why free events such as these don’t seem to have the punters queuing down the street…
Exhibition: I was delighted to have the opportunity to exhibit two of my poems alongside four other Leicester poets as part of Drawing on Words, an exhibition by Leicester Society of Artists. We all read our work as part of the launch night at New Walk Museum & Art Gallery on December 12th. Although I did get to view our poems and the art work it inspired in LSA members, I enjoyed going back for a more detailed look during the run-up to Christmas . I’m always fascinated by collaborations between artists, both as exhibitor and visitor. The exhibition runs until 11th January if you’re interested and fairly local. If not, you can hear recordings of all the poems and view photos of the launch/some exhibits, here.
Tomorrow kickstarts my poetry year with a second poetry workshop I’m running for the same group that kindly invited this novice facilitator in September. Following on from Telling Lies, my chosen theme for the first one, tomorrow’s theme (after much deliberation into New Year’s Eve) is Tell the Truth, but Tell it Slant (thank you, Ms Dickinson). A mixture of several poems to discuss and inspire, and a couple of writing exercises.
I’m contemplating a ‘last poetry fling’ by booking a place on The Poetry Business Reading Day on 11th Jan. ‘Twill be an excellent day, I’ve no doubt, an opportunity to catch up with friends in poetry I met last year and, hopefully, will preoccupy my mind with matters other than my hip replacement surgery the following Monday (currently, my main worry is missing breakfast and that first cuppa of the day, being last on the operating list (oh, please, not), feeling sick with hunger and panicky with thirst…).
I’m hopeful that, after the initial post-op pain, I’ll have a new lease of life. In the meantime I shall console myself (for the lack of a poetry social life and my daily caffeine fix - not the same at home or even in a takeout cup) with daytime TV, a backlog of films on my Sky planner, spoiling our six-month-old kitten even more and working my way through that To Read Jenga tower. Below is just a selection:
And, if I’m feeling up to it, writing poems.
Easter treat to self: a five-day residential poetry course in Cumbria, entitled Encounters and Collisions, run by Kim Moore and Jennifer Copley. I enjoyed last Feb’s three-day course a lot. I came away with several fledgling poems, lots of ideas, a raft of poems by others and having met a thoroughly great bunch of fellow poets, several of whom I hope to catch up with this time around. And Janet Lancaster from South Leics poetry stanza is going, too. Lovely :)
If you’re in need of a poetry wake-up this New Year, why not subscribe to Jo Bell’s new write-a-poem-a-week initiative, 52? Check it out, here
And here’s wishing you all that’s wonderful in the way of poetry happenings and personal writing successes in 2014.
Enjoy it all!