Voices of the Grieving Heart

Here's the poster for the launch I wrote about in the last post. If you're free for an hour or so on Sunday May 23rd please do join us (registration details above). It promises to be a very interesting session on a a topic that affects us all at different times in our lives. The book's been very carefully curated by Mike Bernhardt and it's beautifully produced - it's well worth a look at.  
 

Launches here and there

 A lovely evening on Saturday saw a really good turnout for the launch of the two pamphlets whose authors had won the Cheltenham Poetry Festival Frosted Fire First Pamphlets competition last year. I had heard David Lukens reading with the Brokenborough Poets a few years ago and was very taken by his work then, but I hadn't come across Lee Potts before. One Brief Wave and A Drought Will Follow will definitely be on my reading list now. And I was delighted that my ex-Somewhere Else colleague, Iris Anne Lewis, was shortlisted for this year's award.

Also published this week, but in the States, was Voices of the Grieving Heart, an anthology edited by Mike Bernhardt, in which I have two poems. Nearly 30 years ago Mike turned to poetry after the sudden death of his young wife and a first edition of this book came out in 1994. The universal experience of loss and bereavement seen over the last twelve months however prompted him to bring out this second edition; in it 83 contributors speak movingly of many different manifestations of grief and healing in poetry, essays and images. All the profits from the sale of the book will go to the Institute of Poetic Medicine which does such tremendous work in promoting the therapeutic use of poetry in some very diverse settings. 

Looking forward

Time seems to have taken on some strange characteristics in lockdown - sometimes crawling, sometimes flying, then disappearing without a trace. Suddenly it's Easter, Spring has sprung (or at least it had yesterday, though today it may have changed its mind ....). But seeing the first bluebells in the woods yesterday certainly brought a sense of better things to come.

Over the last few weeks I've taken part in several interesting workshops and a couple of on-line launches (an especially enjoyable one last night with my Women Aloud colleague Belinda Rimmer, whose pamphlet with Stroud Poets has just been published). But I'm now itching to get back to face to face events! A year on Zoom has certainly kept us all in touch but nothing beats actually being at a reading, feeling the energy, the creativity engendered in a workshop. And I'd dearly love to resurrect a couple of projects currently sitting on the back burner - parked there pro tem until various archives reopen and I can finish the requisite research.

But a couple of new projects are emerging too, about which I'm quite excited. One involves the setting up of a new local radio station, writing and commissioning broadcastable material for a variety of programmes. I've always enjoyed radio work and really look forward to the challenges that venture will bring. Another centres on a possible collaboration with two other life writers and could be very productive. The writing life is certainly never a boring one!

International Women's Day - Raised Voices

What a great way to mark the United Nations 2021 International Women's Day - "Raised Voices", a poetry evening organised by Gloucestershire Poetry Society, in which eighteen local poets read one poem of their own and one by a favourite woman poet. Last year had seen a packed event at a church in Gloucester, but of course this year we had to join in from home - it was no less an occasion for that though. It brought into sharp focus the energy and creativity of women writers from all ages and all corners of the globe and was  a really inspiring celebration of their achievements.

Some of the "favourite" poems were by poets I know well - Helen Dunmore, Mary Oliver, Kim Moore - others were new to me. But some of the most memorable poems of the evening for me were ones written by the readers themselves. The contribution of Lucia Daramus - How I Cheat Myself, written in Romany, Spanish and English and centering on homelessness - was electrifying. Katherine Alderman's Widow's Dues was such a poignant tribute to an Irish grandmother. But my favourite had to be Cathy Baker's Borrowing A Mother, a remembrance of all the women involved in her growing up; it made me think of all the women who in so many ways made me who and what I am, and to whom I owe so very much.

Goodbye to a good writing friend

After the bitter cold of the weekend and then the howling gales of earlier this week, this morning seemed like Spring Incarnate! I've written before about the effect rivers have on me - both soothing and stimulating - and the Wye this morning, lined by catkins, snowdrops and wild daffodils, was lovely. I can't think of a better way to start a day's writing than walking for an hour or so in that setting; I'm always aware of how fortunate I am to have it almost literally on our doorstep.

Tomorrow I have a less welcome event in the day - the funeral of my Catchword colleague Richard Hensley. He was an immensely popular man with a wide circle of friends and acquaintances, but in the present circumstances attendance at funerals is so limited. I'm really pleased that I shall be able to be there to represent all his friends at Catchword, a group he belonged to and to which he contributed so much over many years. He was a constructive and generous critic, a great source of scientific information should you need help with a tricky plot, fun to be with - and a prolific writer. I'm so delighted that he was able to see his magnum opus, the Star Stone trilogy, successfully published; I heard him read extracts from all three books at several different events and I'll always remember his beautiful bass voice and his commanding delivery. He'll be very much missed by us all.  

In the right direction

Out walking the dog early this morning I came across the first snowdrops I've seen this year, and lots of daffodils not far from opening. Last week I saw some early lambs in the fields. The first signs of spring always raise my spirits tremendously but this year doubly so. We may have a fair bit of winter still to go before temperatures rise and the sun makes a concerted effort, but just to know that we're moving in the right direction now cheers the days along no end.

It's been an interesting week with two great workshops alongside the wonderful poets Ben Ray and Anna Saunders. Ben's was entitled "Journeys Into And Out Of Ourselves" and Anna's "Our Imagined Futures"; both fitted the current situation perfectly and both produced some fascinating work. I was also able to attend the Gloucestershire Poetry Society's Crafty Crows evening where David Clarke was headlining, supported by my Women Aloud colleague Cathy Baker. On the page Cathy's poems, with their fantastic richness of language, always move me greatly, but to hear her reading them takes them to another level. A really special evening.

New Year, new book!

 After nine months of lockdowns and restrictions, I think we've recognised that we can't defer all our hopes and plans. They may need reappraising, they may need adapting, but we have to drive them forward one way or another, we have to keep our momentum going. So much hope rests on the vaccines now becoming available but life as we knew it won't reemerge overnight and living can't be put on hold indefinitely. 

So - new year, new book! I'm delighted that Waymarks, my poetry collection published by Graffiti Books, is available as from today. The current situation precludes the launch originally planned of course, but as soon as a suitable degree of "normality" resumes, there will certainly be a more appropriate celebration!

You can find my books for purchase at http://gillgarrett.blogspot.com/p/buy-my-books.html.

Wishing you all the very best of luck with your ventures in 2021. Here's to a brighter time ahead for us all.