WHAT ANNOYS – DELIGHTS – AND IS OFTEN UNEXPLAINED.
What is ANNOYING me this week?
Lack of Time
What is DELIGHTING me this week?
Warwickshire Life printing the poem The River Anker by Emma Putland
And The Glass Handed Kites – MEW
SOME OF MY DOINGS.
Last week, my writing week started on Tuesday evening with a trip to Coventry, I went of my own volition, I wasn’t sent, before you ask. Night Blue Fruit at the Tin Angel is Heaventree Press’ monthly poetry night, its name taken from Joyce’s Ulysses, which itself finds its roots with Homer, and so the poetic air of the event hangs around the doorway of the Tin Angel. This café come bar is made for reading poetry, it is not an “in your face” place, its low lights and small bar, its hum of Jazz. If Hopper had come to Coventry he would have painted it, with its slight shabbiness, its mix of furniture, the CD bar and posters that show real music is a live and being performed on small stages in Coventry. And so to our temporary stage with its open mic. The seating and surroundings don’t matter, the Jazz is tuned out, it is the poetry that people want to hear.
The night was compered by Barry Patterson who gave us poetry and song from the heart of the woods, his drum beating out the tribal dance of the ancient knowers. He introduced a wonderful mix of poets of all ages. The young Josie Allen whose poetry from the art gallery buzzed with sexual tension, and the not so young Colin Dick whose poetry always entices you into the world of someone with a wise artists eye, his colour filled words trip from his brush tongue, to nostalgic times that could have happened yesterday. Diane, whose monthly poems of her mysterious muse, who wants her, but then never arrives.
There were new faces, all young: Charlene, Anna and Si, all expressing the nervous mellow voices of poets climbing aboard the poetry clipper for the first time.
Then there was me, not one of the young, closer to the old. Taking my time, I got into a place where my lyrics floated from my tongue, my carefully crafted words sent in peace to drift among the ears and into the thoughts of my fellow poets, as they sat on the oddments of chairs, in this unique space.
This is the first time I felt really good about my reading, I didn’t have to act like a stand up comedian, didn’t have to make them laugh, I could hold them with my threads.
Night Blue Fruit is held at the Tin Angel in Old Spon St, Coventry on the First Tuesday of the Month.
Wednesday afternoon brought a meeting on the Poets Trail and saw me more business like. I presented the plans for the next phase of the trail, which were well received and I was able to confirm the dates for my workshops. Thursday saw a frenzy emailing and promoting to encourage poets to sign up for the twenty places to explore the ten new themes from which the new poems will be selected.
Within the first hour a quarter of the places were taken and as of now three quarters of the places are allotted.
If you missed the details on my last blog then here are they are repeated below:
Polesworth Poets Trail is moving forward to complete the trail with the creation of a further TEN POEMS to be displayed along the canal and up into Pooley Country Park.
The POEMS will be selected from the works created as part of these workshops, which will explore themes around Coal, Nature, Navigation, Motorways and Heritage.
There will be four workshops are planned the following dates from 11am – 4pm
Sat 26th Feb – Sat 12th March – Sat 19th March – Sat 26th March in Polesworth and Pooley.
The workshops are FREE and open to everyone over the age of 16, who wish to develop their poetic style and be considered for inclusion on this award winning poetry trail.
Attending these workshops will be the ONLY WAY to be considered for inclusion on this phase of the trail. So don’t miss your opportunity to be included on this internationally recognised poetry trail.
Email me if you are interested in attending email@example.com
Wednesday evening saw the Mad Hatters Writers and Thursday evening, the Runaway Writers, both groups were depleted due to bugs and viruses, never the less both evenings created some interesting debate and careful and due consideration for the pieces offered.
These included an exert from Alex Simpson’s excellent Boy at War autobiography, with a chapter on the feelings and adventures of a seven year old boy evacuated from Glasgow. Gina Coates wonderful short story from the perspective of a retired nervous greyhound, there is some real mileage in these stories and I look forward to more. Leanne Beardmore read the start of a re-found piece on the interactions of teenagers, which invoked discussion on dynamic teenagers who do real things. The piece has some great hooks and left us with a real desire to know what happens next, I hope she develops this further. We missed the Secret Writer, as she was fighting off a bug.
On Thursday we had some really thought provoking poetry from Dea Costelloe on the unacknowledged victims of war, A wonderful poignant poem from Margaret Torr inspired by the Yorkshire poet Ann Moss on the theft of hearing and dealing with deafness and following the fire alarm, which saw us rush out on to the car park, only to find it was a false alarm, we ended the evening with Terri Jolland’s humorous poem on being a loose knitter, which lightened the evening. We missed several members with bugs and viruses and I only hope this winter goes quickly and we can get back into our stride.
This week sees me organising a party and putting the final preparations to workshop material.
COMING SOON DOINGS
The Poets Trail Workshops