Tuesday, 28 July 2015

A Worthwhile Weekend

A weekend trip up to North East Wales to walk in the Clwydian Hills provided interest on several fronts. Firstly, the area well deserves its designation as one of Outstanding Natural Beauty - from Moel Fanau on Saturday afternoon the views extended to Snowdonia in the west, the Irish Sea to the north and across to Liverpool and Chester to the east. Apparently it is sometimes possible to spot Blackpool Tower but I can't say I picked that out this time!

Our couple of days also enabled me to fulfill two long held ambitions - to visit Gladstone's Library in Hawarden and to meet the poet Wendy Cope. Founded by the prime minister William Gladstone, the library is residential and home to courses and study days on topics as varied as creative writing, film and theology, Latin in a week. Architecturally the building is fascinating, the grounds are lovely and the facilities excellent. A bistro looks out across the lawns and provides really great food.

A guest lounge, relaxing and inspiring ...


The brochure for Gladstone's Library states that "Our aim is that everyone will leave having encountered something new or unexpected". Wendy Cope's workshop ensured that for me. I have been an admirer of her poetry for many years. She is currently the Writer in Residence at the library and sixteen of us had a hugely enjoyable few hours with her looking at poetic form. Usually I come away from workshops with lots of ideas but little writing actually achieved; on Sunday I came away with concrete first drafts of two poems that I shall certainly pursue further.   

Wendy Cope

Wednesday, 22 July 2015

Poems and prose

Very exciting - copies of my poetry pamphlet, "Bones of an Older Landscape", have just arrived from the printers; I'm really pleased with them. They are very nicely produced and make all the effort that went into the poems feel worthwhile!


But over the past week it has been prose rather than poetry which has occupied most of my writing time. I spent a fascinating day in Newport reference library, following up on the additional research I'd identified as necessary for the next section of the family history write-up. So much material of interest there - it was a real effort to discipline myself to stick solely to the matter in hand! And then it was on to the completion of two short stories which had been a long time in gestation - a relief to get them both safely delivered and launched into the world.

Saturday, 11 July 2015

Summer Away Day

Yesterday Catchword, my writing group, enjoyed an "away day" in Stroud, with a morning visit to the museum in Stratford Park, a delicious lunch at the home of one of our members and an afternoon of writing activities in her beautiful Cotswold garden.

No hint of the future ...
The museum is small but has fascinating exhibits - some definite inspiration for writing there! In the "schoolroom" gallery I was interested to find Laurie Lee's school reports; he was from Slad, of course, just two miles up the road, and attended the boys school in Stroud in the mid to late 1920s. The report at the end of his first term, Christmas 1925, would not have led to expectations of his later literary genius, stating "English - position in class 28th - disappointing"! His periods of absence and illness are documented and the difficulty he experienced in music tuition with his very poor family unable to afford a bow; a couple of years later, however, his progress and achievement are rewarded with the comment "Violin - his playing is a pleasure to himself and listeners".






Monday, 6 July 2015

Something for everyone ...

It's hard to believe that it's twelve months since I wrote about last year's Ledbury Festival - how the time whips past. But Saturday saw me back in the small Herefordshire town that is now synonymous with poetry and it proved a great day. I had gone primarily to hear the actress Juliet Stevenson reading Emily Dickinson's poetry, interspersed with Mark Fisher's narration of the poet's life story, and for Simon Armitage's session on "Walking Away", the prose and poetry account of his walk along the South West Coastal Path. But so much else was going on, much of it free to attend, and all of it thoroughly enjoyable.

The doctor will see you now ...

On the corner of High Street and Church Lane sat a retired ambulance from which the "Emergency Poet" Derborah Alma dispensed poems and wisdom. Her display was stocked with "medication" for most "ailments" you could think of and everyone was invited to try a therapy. The agony of decision - should I take an antidote to the strenuous life? A pill for unrequited love? Should I try "poetry viagra"? In the end I concluded that I needed something for reassurance and, in the large blue capsule I had to "take" I found inscribed the following message:

"You're alive. That means you have infinite potential.
You can do anything, make anything, dream anything.
If you change the world, the world will change"
Neil Gaiman

Now, who lives in this one?
Over a picnic lunch in the Walled Garden next to the church I noticed a lot of small children excitedly running around looking under plants, behind trees and benches - all part of the Fairy Door Trail. I hadn't known that a troupe of poetry fairies had set up home in enchanted dwellings with lines of poetry on their doors! The race was on the piece their poem together - or to write a magical poem for uploading on the Festival website. Great excitement all round.

It had been a very busy week and the day was just what I needed to relax. Unfortunately I shalln't be able to make any more of the events on the Festival - but do check out their programme (www.poetry-festival.co.uk) if you can be in the area over the next week. Workshops on "How to Get Your Poetry Published", presentation of the National Poetry Competition prize, sessions on Yeates, poetry and belief, Philip Larkin, Desert Island Poems, local groups giving readings - there really is something to suit all tastes. And the surroundings are delightful - especially if this lovely weather holds, and, if not, there's no shortage of pubs, tea shops and cafes!





Monday, 29 June 2015

Working from a different angle

A busy weekend got off to a very good start at New Bohemians on Friday evening here at Deepspace in Cheltenham. The poet David Clarke was leading a workshop on "Poetic Form". I must say I wasn't much looking forward to an evening dissecting sonnets, villanelles etc. so his approach - that of using novel forms to stimulate creativity - was most welcome. After a brief discussion of the Oulipo (about whom I knew nothing - do look them up if you're in the same boat!) and an introduction through some very different types of poems, we launched into a few very interesting exercises. For example, David presented us with five poems in quite obscure languages - with which none of us were familiar - to be "translated" to the best of our understanding and imagination. Valiant attempts at examining rhythm, line lengths, word repetition etc. etc. yielded some impressively creative responses!

David Clarke

Thursday, 25 June 2015

Swanwick, here I come!

I'm really pleased that this year I shall be free to go to the Swanwick Writers Summer School in August. For several years now I've been hearing really good reports of the week - the excellent speakers, the great choice of courses, the stimulation and excitement of meeting and working with so many other writers. I've not previously had the opportunity to go myself, but heard earlier this week that there were a few places left for this year's event so booked last night. I shall be going along with my fellow Catchword writers Richard Hensley, Pam Keevil and Susannah White; Pam has won a free place this year with an amazing children's story ("Old Stinky Feet") and Susie won the poetry competition for a place, so I shall be in elevated company!

The Hayes Conference Centre, Derbyshire

Tuesday, 16 June 2015

A Writer's Paradise


Culbone Church
Tarr Steps
We have had a magical couple of days down on Exmoor. The glorious coastline, the windswept moorland - no wonder the area has generated so much wonderful writing! Coleridge is reputed to have thought out "The Ancient Mariner" here, Blackmore set his Lorna Doone amid the desolation of the Valley of Rocks and its wild surroundings - and present day writers are no less inspired by the locality.

On Sunday we climbed up through the wood from Porlock Weir to Culbone Church - the smallest (and probably the most secluded) parish church in the country. Once home to charcoal burners and vagrants, the woods were alive with rhododenrons; the church, dedicated to the Welsh abbot St. Beuno, was mentioned in the Domesday Book and the very stones seem imbued with the centuries of worship they have witnessed.

Yesterday, in warm sunshine, we visited the Tarr Steps, the clapper bridge that spans the River Barle, and walked the shady valley in the company of numerous irridiscent dragonflies, sapphire, gold and jade. A few hardy souls were swimming amongst the shoals of fish in some of the deeper pools though we decided to give that a miss! But at five locations we were delighted to find ....


"Poetry Boxes"! And, yes, they were that way up as they were attached to tree trunks. Opening the boxes, walkers find a notebook and pencil with the invitation to write a poem and to read the ones penned by earlier visitors. At the end of the summer season all the poems will be collected and exhibited in a local arts centre. What a great idea.