This week, I’m suffering from a bout of cabin fever (life stuff, eh). Just about everyone in the poetry world is sharing the love at Verve Poetry Festival (or so it seems, as social media serves to fuel my envy). I’ve also missed two Midlands poetry open mic nights and Saturday’s South Leics stanza meeting.
I’ve not been totally bereft of a poetry social life, though. Thanks to the kindness of a fellow Soundswriter who gave me a lift, I attended our poetry reading/discussion/workshopping meeting on Tuesday. And there have been ‘injections’ of poetry to sustain:
A Valentine’s Day gift from my husband (okay, I did drop a very specific hint about this one):
I was pleased to find this sassy little number includes Jo Bell’s ‘The Shipwright’s Love Song,’ which I think I first experienced as a film poem, a few years ago. (It might have been this one).
The latest e-newsletter from the Academy of American Poets comprised a themed selection of love poems; among them, Wislawa Szymborska’s ‘Love at First Sight.’ I love the narrative that belies the title of this poem – the premise that Chance has been toying with them/now for years. I’ve copied the last four lines into my notebook, to savour:
is only a sequel, after all,
and the book of events
is always open halfway through.
I always get a poetry kick out of coming across another unfamiliar/new poem by one of my favourite poets. Liz Berry’s poem, ‘The Republic of Motherhood’ is the subject of writer and book vlogger Jen Campbell’s latest (Dissect a Poem) video. Berry’s poem is a journey through the unmapped territory of new motherhood; there’s a pervading sense of detachment and isolation right up to the last line’s turning point of this rite of passage.
Current reading also includes issue 58 of The North (I know, I’m really behind with my reading of poetry mags). I nearly punched the air on reading Anthony Wilson’s ‘I Come to Your Shit’ Hell, yes! (If nowt else, I hope I’ll be remembered as a supporter).
Whatever you’re reading, I hope it nourishes the parts etc 🙂 x