WHAT ANNOYS – DELIGHTS – AND IS OFTEN UNEXPLAINED.
What is ANNOYING me this week?
People who won’t listen.
What is DELIGHTING me this week?
If I am in Cork it has to be The Essential RORY GALLAGHER.
SOME OF MY DOINGS:
A shorter blog this week as I am currently on my reading tour of Southern Ireland, so my blog this week has been pre-written and scheduled to be posted as I board the plane.
News from the Poets Trail – Penny Harper’s poem installation from the first phase of the Poets Trail has now been installed in its final position along side the path on the drive at Polesworth Abbey.
The poem on Osanna the abbess from 1100 to 1135 has been laid out in the Sensory Garden, whilst the driveway was refurbished as part of the Gateway refurbishment project. It has now been permanently installed and looks wonderful in its new location.
A note for your diary, for those who are interested in the GRAFT project, that I have mentioned before on this blog.
The Pitmen poets will be performing at the Century Theatre at Snibston Discovery Park, Leicestershire on 1st October 2011, performing songs from the North East Coalfields following in the traditions of one of my Lost Poets Tommy Armstrong (if you look carefully, you can see Tommy in the background of the poster) and also another poet who may well feature as on of my lost poets that of Joseph Skipsey.
My lost poet for this week is Morten Nielsen, (1922 – 1944).
I cannot find a photograph of Morten, which is unfortunate, but then again it allows me to picture him as I want too. I have the freedom; to do this, to read his work and to capture in my mind the importance and privilege of being free.
Morton Nielson was born in Alborg, Denmark in 1922. He was a Danish poet who is recognised as being symbolic of his generation’s desire for freedom, which saw him being killed, aged 22 for his participation in the organised Danish resistance against the occupying German forces in World War II. Not an agitator, Not a martyr – Morten Nielson was a poet.
His poetry expresses his thoughts and those of his countrymen, faced with living under the forces of occupation, his work in contrast to his contemporaries, is still read in Denmark. A full collection of his poems was published ten years after his death.
His poem Death is a very well crafted poem, where each verse builds upon the next from Death as the acquaintance he once met as a child when some one dear to him died. To the ever present stalker, always around him, living on the edge of everything he does, always on the side, as an almost omniscient presence, living in the light above a forest floor or as a moan that hovers over the sleepers mouth, Both the poet and Death are aware of each others presence and that one day they will meet.
It shows him living with death and not fearing it, almost accommodating it into his life, always aware that on the edge of freedom lives those forces that want to suppress. Freedom does not come with a blissful, contentment, it is something that is fought for and for which those of us who enjoy it, have to take a carefully, considered responsibility in how we use it.
Another poem – Moment,
Captures moments in past summers and compares them to a moment in a war time summer. Rain is the central theme, cleansing, life giving, taking pleasure in the stillness.
There is very little on the web about Morten, sketches of his life, the two poems I mention above and no photographs.
But the two poems are magnificent examples from a man tied by the bonds of war and occupation, with no certain future, capturing a presence in a way that continues to touch people.
Morten Nielson, shook the hand of Death in Copenhagen in 1944, a city where today, I have many friends, a city that has many freedoms not least the village of Christiania, the original hippy village, built from the remains of a military barracks.
Freedom is not to be taken lightly, on the edge of freedom, on the side lines, in the breath of the sleeping, in the light above the forest floor stands death, waiting to extinguish it.
The considered responsibility that comes with Freedom means that we take care in our actions, that we consider the outcomes and the impact on others. That we do what is right and not take ourselves on a selfish ego trip, just because we can, we need to weigh up the consequences.
Some may argue that this is not freedom, that the self controlling barriers are the Death that is trying to extinguish it. So many people see Freedom as the means of criticising the current order of the things; I like to think that freedom is the means that allows me to offer alternatives.
SOME OF MY COMING SOON DOINGS
Readings in August.
8th August – O’Bheal – Cork – Ireland. http://www.obheal.ie/blog/?page_id=19#8thAugust
10th August – The Whitehouse – Limerick – Ireland.
19th August – Spoken Worlds – Burton upon Trent.