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Showing posts with label Peter Sansom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Peter Sansom. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 June 2013

Ut pictura poesis. What? Precisely.

Never one to miss an opportunity to exploit an online contact, I sent a message to Bloodaxe's Neil Astley back in April to ask him to recommend a book on poetics for me.  I've read Stephen Fry's Ode Less Travelled and Glyn Maxwell's On Poetry (thanks Jamie!) but beside the more academic books which were recommended at Blackpool & Fylde College, haven't read an awful lot around the subject.  I wanted something to get my teeth into.  His response certainly gave me that:

For reading or writing? For writing, Peter Sansom's Writing Poems. For reading and writing, The Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics which covers everything you could possibly want to know.
Neil


The former is a brilliant resource for its writing games (think workshop planning) and quick guide to some of the best contemporary poets with reasons why they rock.  This book therefore doubles as a bluffer's guide to the British poetry scene in the 21st century.  It has loads of practical tips, some of which are suitable for new writers wishing to learn the craft and others which give an 'Ohhh, yeah -that's what they're doing' moment for those who have been lingering on the scene for a while and wondering how the best poets do what they do.

The latter is an incredible tome which I dearly wish I'd bought in hard copy rather than for my Kindle.  You know the joy you get from flicking through an encyclopedia and picking out something fascinating at random?  This purchase led to the conclusion that e-books are definitely not superior to print.  There is so much information in this book and flicking through it in order is really unsatisfactory.  I'll try to give you an idea of what it covers:


Yes, that is half of the index page covering Al - An.  It's bloody amazing isn't it?  It gets me all hot and bothered that index.  Blackpool and Fylde doesn't have it in their library catalogue.  Nor does Blackpool Central Library.  I wonder if the wonderful folks at the Library Service could be convinced to order it for their burgeoning population of keen poets? 

As for my own recommendation, I'm going to plump for something a little closer to home.  Sculpted is an anthology edited and devised by the minds behind the North West Poets' group; Lindsey Holland and Angela Topping.  The contents page reads like a who's who of poetry from the north of England and every time I dip into it I end up lost in its pages for an unfeasibly long time.  This list includes Rachel McGladdery, Cath Nichols, David Riley, John Siddique; all poets who have written for the Dead Good Blog at some point.  The many other contributers are on my hit list for the near future.

Honorable mentions must go to the powerhouse of poetry that is Kim Moore (follow her blog for weekly in-depth poetry analysis and why not buy a copy of her book If We Could Speak Like Wolves - it's insightful, funny and full of carefully observed portraits) and V A Sola Smith who I am yet to meet but would love to shake by the hand, if only for the phrase 'the not-yet ghouls, tripping unseen about their fate' from her poem about kids in a seaside town, Poor Fish.  The book has an introduction from David Morley and the front cover bears the following quote from our poet laureate: "The North West is a hotbed of poetry.  If you want to know why, read this book."

Copies of the book can be bought via the Wordpress page.

Now, I don't expect to hear another peep from you until you've read all of the above.  Then we'll talk poetry.

Tuesday, 25 October 2011

A Missing Poem...

Before I begin my actual post, I’d like to mention Lancaster Litfest. I attended their Great Poetry Day on Saturday: eight poets and over four hours of poetry. It was like being transported back to the poetry tent at Latitude, except there were padded chairs and no-one’s shoes were caked in mud. However, the line-up was as eclectic and as inspiring as the poetry that I listened to during July. It moved me, inspired me, made me consider, and lingered in my mind like the smell of freshly baked bread. It made you crave another warm slice, Vitalite melting into its aerated structure. It is moreish – the language teases the insula – and leaves you wanting more line breaks, an additional stanza, and just one more helping of poetry. The afternoon began with the youth of Helen Mort and Paul Batchelor before moving to the poetry of Jen Hadfield and Kei Miller, infused with island culture and tradition; there was something to satisfy any hungry mind. The later performances saw Jacob Polley (who graduated with an MA in Creative Writing from Lancaster University in 1997) and Phillip Gross sharing new and unpublished work. Jean McNeil took us to the Antarctic with a multi-media reading, while the charming and witty Peter Sansom provided the perfect conclusion to a fully enjoyable day.

This week’s theme is ‘Ghost Stories’. I had hoped for something that would allow me to discuss Litfest in a less heavy-handed way, but Halloween is approaching like a zombie on speed. It’s preventing Christmas from dominating our supermarket aisles, as crooked noses and fake blood compete against mince pies and selection boxes. So I’m happy to embrace this week’s theme – anything that has the capability to stem the splurge of Christmas can only be a good thing in my opinion.

For those of you that don’t know, I live in a building which is in fact holiday accommodation for Blackpool’s loyal tourists. It’s a fairly old building, dating back to 1880, and was originally listed as a residential property before becoming a guesthouse in the late 1890s. After inheriting the business from her father (Joe Credland), Eva Credland ran the business until she died (sometime before 1940) – and some still believe that she continues to roam the corridors. I’m not one of these people, but we have a few guests who are convinced they’ve either seen her, heard her, or woken in the morning to find that objects have been mysteriously moved during the night. Unfortunately, I cannot offer an explanation to these strange occurrences – but I’m sure it has nothing to do with empty wine bottles...

Anyway, whether you believe or not, I thought it might make for an interesting, dark and haunting poem. But (and it is a rather significant ‘but’) I’ve not written it. This is deliberate, rather than an act of laziness, because I’d like you (the reader and now writer) to collectively contribute to the formation of the poem. The finished poem will then be posted this Sunday, and all that participate will be acknowledged on Sunday’s blog post.

The idea is simple: Write two lines of poetry in the comment box below, then add your name. If others have already left lines, please read them so that there is some degree of cohesion.

Thank you for reading – and happy writing.
Lar.