Saturday 31 January 2015

The New Bohemians

A great evening yesterday at Deepspaceworks Community Arts Centre here in Cheltenham - "Imagine: Introducing The Pleasure Of Poetry", the inaugural event of the New Bohemians, founded by Su Billington, Jennie Farley and Eley Furrell. It had been advertised as an "evening of creativity and fun" for "practicing writers, 'closet' poets, listeners and those looking to learn"  and it certainly did not disappoint.

Jennie Farley
     Eley Furrell
     
     We started by sharing some of our favourite poems - a wonderfully broad selection encompassing such diverse voices as Edward Lear, Hardy, U. A. Fanthorpe, Sylvia Plath, R. L Stevenson and Carol Anne Duffy. Then, after a short refreshment break, the fun part - creating a poem based on a selection of phrases inspired by a surrealist painting and chosen at random from Jennie's shopping bag - some suprisingly interesting results!

The next meeting of the New Bohemians will be on Friday April 17th - with poems and music based on "Heroes and Heroines", it will certainly be enthusiatically awaited.


Iris reads from "The World's Wife"
Annie - a Robert Louis Stevenson fan




Penny reads an old favourite


A very small painter ignores her servant
and paints cabbages.
Who is the painter?
Whose is the portrait?
The Chinaman considers the savoy,
decides pak choi cannot be substituted -
and still I hear the bird's wings
flapping in its cage ....


Wednesday 21 January 2015

Perfection in brevity

I've just finished reading "Stallion's Crag - haiku and haibun" (Iron Press) by the wonderful Welsh writer Ken Jones. I wrote about my fascination with the Hafren (River Severn) in a previous post and, of course, the river rises on Plynlimon, the setting for this 6,000 word prose poem. Its remoteness, its wildness, its magical compulsion are all captured by the beautiful descriptions and the interspersed haiku in the book - "a mysterious whiff of something strange yet somehow familiar".

The author states in his Preface that he hopes the collection "will encourage others, on both sides of Offa's Dyke, to try their hands at haiku and haibun." Ah, how deceptively simple the forms look! Anything but in the actual execution .... although I have made one or two attempts (witness the haiku below, included in an account of an early morning walk) and I shall certainly work on them.

glimmers of sunlight
quicken the dawdling brook
ghosts of millwheels turn

Friday 16 January 2015

Almost there!

Yesterday, despite the wind and rain, I managed a good long walk with my husband and our dog to a fairly remote Cotswold location that I love to visit at this time of year. Hidden away in a wood, at the end of a rutted track, is a small stone cottage which years ago I named "The Writer's House". Who it actually belongs to I don't know, but I believe it is let out as a holiday home; given its location and its ambiance, who better to inhabit it than a writer, looking for peace and quiet to write, inspirational surroundings and a comfortable, cosy place to relax after a hard day's work!

Why I particularly love the place at this time of year is explained by the garden - a sprawling grassy area surrounded by ancient trees, beneath them a sea of snowdrops. As we reached the house yesterday a brief burst of sunshine lit up the sky. Perhaps a week too early this year to catch them at their best, I was still delighted to see the snowdrops "almost there", their buds just opening as they danced in the breeze. The winter is moving on!


Saturday 10 January 2015

The Magic of Numbers

An useful morning at the Richard Jefferies Museum in Swindon; Hilda Sheehan was facilitating a workshop on "The Magic of Numbers". As someone for whom numbers are a mystery in themselves (a hang over from primary school days!) I was unsure as to what I'd make of it but it proved an interesting and enjoyably challenging couple of hours - the only calculations required being the numerical equivalents of the letters of the alphabet!

Of the poets whose work we considered, I found Jackson Mac Low clever but not really to my taste; the Mary Cornish poem "Numbers" however I loved -

"... multiplication's school
of fish times fish,
whose silver bodies breed
beneath the shadow of a boat.

Even subtraction is never loss,
just addition somewhere else;
five sparrows take away two,
the two in someone else's
garden now ..."  

It's a poem well worth looking up if you're unfamiliar with it, as I was.

As with all good workshops, the morning left me with a host of ideas and possible avenues to explore, both topic and style-wise. An exercise we did, based on a Mac Low technique, produced superficially nonsensical poems that, on closer study, contained some startlingly original use of language - definite food for thought there! Significant dates, numbers of bus routes, telephone numbers, PIN numbers, passwords - our daily lives are almost constructed around these now, so they certainly offer a plethora of writing opportunities. Thank you, Hilda!

Hilda Sheehan

Tuesday 6 January 2015

Lightening the January blues

I always find January trying - especially with the dark mornings, no daylight to speak of for walking my dog until nearly 8.00am - half way through the morning for an early riser! But two things cheered me considerably this morning as I came back from our constitutional on Crickley Hill - the scent from the bowl of hyacinths in my study (a Christmas Eve gift from my cousin's widow) and the appearance of a profusion of buds on the tree just outside my window. Hints of better days to come!


Early last year I met some writers from Dean Writer's Circle who were visiting us at Writers in the Brewery in Cirencester. One of them, Toni Wilde, told me of an anthology of women's poems they had in preparation and promised to let me know when the project came to fruition. Yesterday morning the end product arrived in the post - a beautifully produced book entitled "Seven Ages of Woman", compiled by Toni Wilde and Heather Randall, published by Blue Funk and sold in aid of Macmillan Cancer Care. I sat down yesterday evening with a glass of wine and read it from cover to cover. The minutiae of women's lives, the major milestones, the dizzying highs and the depressing lows, it's all there. So many wonderful poems - humorous, movingly sad, all thought-provoking and deserving of much closer attention, with local Forest of Dean poets cheek by jowl with Carol Ann Duffy and Lady Mary Wilson. It's a book I know I shall really enjoy returning to many times.

(Seven Ages of Woman is now available from The Forest Bookshop, St John’s Street, Coleford, Glos; Chepstow Bookshop, Chepstow, Mon; Taurus Crafts, Aylburton, Glos; and Brockweir Community Shop, Brockweir, Glos. Price £6-50; all proceeds to go to Macmillan Cancer Care)