WHAT ANNOYS – DELIGHTS – AND IS OFTEN UNEXPLAINED.
What is ANNOYING me this week?
Not writing poetry
What is DELIGHTING me this week?
A package of poetic things from a certain on-line book store.
The best of Gil Scott Heron – RIP
SOME OF MY DOINGS:
The last week has seen so much happening on the Nuneaton Poetry Day, which now has its own blog and twitter sites:
So all future updates will be posted on these sites rather than this blog.
I have however been selecting poems to be used by a group of artists from Art Alert (http://www.artalertnuneaton.com/who-we-are.htm) who will be using them to provide the inspiration in decorating the benches in the town centre. The poems I have selected are from 1590 to the present day and represent some of the real gems in Post Medieval English Poetry. There are sixteen in all, with a mix of well known poems that are full of imagery and modern poems written by local poets.
As of the time of writing I am still awaiting confirmation for permission to use one of the poems, which may result in me having to substitute this poem with another, which I hope I do not have to do as the selected poem is a wonderful poem on a subject that is not normally associated with the poet and I would like to think that we can widen the audience for poets who are perhaps pigeon holed into writing on specific themes and their other work is overlooked. Not so much a lost poet, but lost poems.
I am sorry to be a little vague on the details of the poem and the poet, but I dealing with his estate that controls the copyright and it would be unfair to give any further details at this stage.
The weekend saw me in much need of a break and some relaxation. This started on Saturday with a leisurely start and then an afternoon trip to Sole Suckers to have my feet nibbled by Garra Rufa fish.
Now I know people cringe at the thought of fish nibbling at your toes or the idea that other people have put their feet in the water. But that never bothered me and I had no qualms or anxieties about doing this.
You also read reports about so called dodgy operators, but the staff at Sole Suckers were very knowledgeable and constantly checked the tanks, ensuring that the temperatures and purity of the water was right. The water is constantly filtered and the fish are rested between sessions on a rotation basis.
The fish are a brownie reddish colour and ranged from one to two inches long. They don’t have teeth and they just suck at your feet. The bigger fish give you more of tingle, like minute electric shocks that are quite relaxing and must be similar to reflexology in providing minute, though I am not at all knowledgeable on how these things work, so I could way off the mark. All I know is it was a most enjoyable experience and I am going back for some more next Saturday.
Sunday saw a trip to the seaside, as we headed to Hunstanton, which is about 130 miles from Tamworth and took about two and half hours to get there. This was a decision taken over a couple of ciders in the local pub at 10pm the night before.
I love this almost spontaneous approach, no fuss or major planning. Just a basic picnic, fill up the car with fuel and hit the road. So Sunday morning dawned, a little overcast but that was not going to stop us and we set off listening to the Archers omnibus on radio 4.
Hunstanton or “Sunny Hunny” is fairly quiet town on the East Coast. It is developing into one of the more tasteful seaside resorts. OK it has it’s fairground and the usual ice cream, beach wear and burger kiosks, but it is clean and has some nice looking restaurants and cafes, including the Tamworth Tearooms – which the waitress was not sure where the name came from and said it was something to do with someone called Tamworth, however there was a picture of a Sandyback on the wall so I am of the opinion that it may well have something to do with the town that I now call home.
There are several miles of beach mainly shingle but it is pleasant to walk upon even though the tide was out, heading down the side of the Wash through to Heacham and Snettisham.
We never got to visit the Old town or the cliffs or Sandringham, which is a couple of miles away, so it sounds like a few days in Norfolk are on the cards before the summer is out.
I have placed Hunstanton as second to Filey in my list favourite seaside towns, they have a charm that harks back to the middle of the last century, they are not in-your-face the way some places are, they do the contemporary in a quiet, unassuming way, they show and not tell; these are places for writers to set their stories and poets to reflect upon.
Congratulations to my good friend Colin Henchley whose play Sin has been given a second call from Nottingham Playhouse, which means he has to take the original 5 minute play and develop it into 10 minutes for a second performance.
More details can be found here:
I am still making a Call for films for the Polesworth International Poetry Film festival in November. I have had several poets / filmmakers come forward and will be actively gathering the films offered so far over the coming weeks, but there is still space for some more, so please contact me if you are interested in submitting a film.
This coming week is really busy, with two readings, a trip to the theatre, a birthday party and a writers meeting. That will see me in Coventry, Nottingham and Birmingham.
COMING SOON DOINGS
Readings in June and July.
7th June – Night Blue Fruit – Taylor John’s Coventry.
9th June – Memoirs Poetry – Erdington Library Birmingham.
17th June – Spoken Worlds – Burton upon Trent.
2nd July – Summer Poetry Day – Nuneaton.
5th July – Night Blue Fruit – Taylor John’s Coventry.
15th July – Spoken Worlds – Burton upon Trent.
16th July – Lichfield Festival – Lichfield.
19th July – The Fizz 8 – Polesworth Abbey.
23rd July – Love Parks Festival – Polesworth Abbey Green Park.