Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Sunday, February 27

a busy ol' week

well, i don't quite know where this week has gone!

i got back from a long overdue trip to see my family in london on monday night.

it was great to see everyone again and i really enjoyed the trip my mum and i took to the william morris gallery, wonderful - even if it did take three hours to get there on public transport!

then before i knew it, we were off to edinburgh on wednesday for m to read at 'the ghost of shatner', which was held as part of the let's get lyrical festival.

i really loved the idea of this event, which was an experiment to see if song lyrics would stand up on their own, no music, no accompaniment. each reader chose a song that was important to them, gave a little intro and read the lyrics, which worked remarkably well.

a really well organised event, in an amazing venue but a bit of a late night for a work night which meant i slept most of the way home in the car. you can find pics of the event here: flickr - including a rare photo of m and i together that i actually quite like! and audio recordings of all the readers: here.

if i can recommend only one, it would be the last reader of the evening, stephen barnaby who 'read' rasputin by boney m - an absolutely hysterical performance and i can't remember the last time i laughed so much!

friday saw some much longed-for sunshine so m and i headed off out with the nature bag for a walk, heard lots of birds but didn't see that many but we did see lots of mushrooms! it was glorious to be out in the sunshine again, although it was a little windy at the top of the hill ... (as i had hoped to show you but the video i took won't upload for some reason and now i can't even get it to play again, aaaaaargh!!!).





yesterday i went to my first workshop in far too long a time. part of my goals for this year is to learn new techniques and get back to having fun playing with feltmaking and i certainly ticked both of those boxes! i went along to hat in the cat, which is co-owned by jeanette sendler and alison mountain, for a chunky wall hangings workshop and i had a ball.

test piece

this was the first time i had ever worked with raw fleece and i loved it! we were also able to use fleeces that had been washed once and others that had been washed twice, it was amazing to see the difference. but i loved the raw fleece, a lovely warm brown with hints of caramel and oatmeal through it. it was a total aladdin's cave with so many different types of fibre to play with: merino; shetland; cashmere; viscose; soybean ... there were so many i can't quite remember them all.

detail on test piece

it was also a good opportunity for me to see the benefit of making a smaller test piece, which we did in the morning, before jumping in to the bigger piece we made in the afternoon. this is something that i haven't tended to do in the past, partly because i'm so impatient but i'll definitely be changing the way i work now. i love the textures in the final piece, not too sure about my use of colour though ... perhaps it'll grow on me?!

chunky wall hanging with lots of gorgeous chunky surface texture

we also had the chance to have a play at lunchtime and made some felt balls (or 'shapes', mine weren't really ball-shaped when they came out of the washing machine).

and now i'm off to help out some friends who are having a work-party to clear their field and build a fence, followed by the first bbq of the year!

ahhhhh it's so lovely to see the sunshine and blue sky after the fog, rain and bleurgh of the past week. hope the sun is shining on you and you're having a great weekend :)

Wednesday, March 24

possibly my longest ever post!

after looking forward to it for so long, stanza finally arrived! in case you’re not familiar with it, stanza is scotland’s poetry festival and is held in st andrew’s every march. this is the third year that we’ve enjoyed the festival and huge thanks need to go to everyone who is involved as this year really was the best yet. the theme for this year was myth and legend so, as i’m quite obsessed with myths, was really looking forward to enjoying what was on offer.

60 poets took part, coming from canada, usa, germany, italy, spain, cuba, croatia, australia, ireland and from all over scotland and the uk. they were joined by other writers, artists, musicians, actors, comedians and film makers to offer a really diverse range of events including: intimate round table readings; ‘inspire’ sessions; showcases of up and coming poets; poetry breakfasts, poetry theatre, slam night; open mic nights; stanza lecture; readings; poets past & present events; exhibitions; workshops; poetry masterclass; collaborations with musicians; poetry film; children's events; various public participation events – how on earth did they pack it all into five days?!

we were also really spoiled this year as we’d booked accommodation rather than travelling back and forward every day and it was such a treat to be able to spend so much more time in st andrews and meant we could really relax and enjoy ourselves. i didn’t even think i was that stressed but felt very refreshed and relaxed after a few days away, despite the busy schedule we gave ourselves!

we started on thursday with a lecture from matthew sweeney on georg trakl and colin will on gregory corso. i’m ashamed to admit I hadn’t heard of either of these two poets (austrian expressionism and american beat respectively) so it was really interesting to hear a little about their lives and listen to their poetry as well as how the two poets reading related to them.

next for me was grevel lindop's lecture on ‘myth, magic and the future of poetry’ – what can i say? i was totally blown away! grevel was interesting, thought provoking and entertaining, just wish it could have lasted longer. m was one of the lucky twelve to have a round table reading with seamus heaney,who he spoke highly of afterwards.

thursday night saw us head to the open mic night which was a bit of a disappointment this year i’m afraid to say. given the venue, i know you can’t expect total hush from the entire bar area but to have folk standing near the performance area chatting away (loudly) while poets are performing is down-right ignorant. even a few fierce glares from me didn’t do the trick and m dragged me away before i resorted to ranting in their direction!

after a breakfast on friday morning which would have shamed any top class hotel, with groaning tummies we headed off to the younger poet’s showcase where we heard: monika rinck who read in german and was then translated by alistair noon; sam riviere; swithun cooper; catriona lexy campbell who read firstly in gaelic and then read the english language version and andreas unterweger who also read in german and then read his translated version. it was wonderful to hear such a diverse range of poetry from the younger folk and also to hear poetry in german and gaelic, even though we don’t speak much german and even less gaelic it’s lovely to be able to focus on the sounds of the words, letting the sounds wash over you, rather than the meaning initially.

that evening we optimistically headed back to the open mic night but didn’t even stay ten minutes after not being able to hear a word from the mc or the first poet!

saturday morning saw us getting up early for ‘poetry breakfast: myth and legend’, which was a discussion panel of stephen halliwell (who read a short extract of the iliad in ancient greek – bless you dear learned scholar!); moniza alvi; rebecca seiferle and tiffany atkinson who were discussing the attraction and challenge of ancient myths and legends and how poetry and mythology interact. this was probably my least favourite event (sorry guys) but still provoked an interesting debate for us as we headed back to perth for m to give his reading at the writer’s day, a sort of mini launch for his new book!

we then dashed back in time to catch the last half hour of the poet’s market which is always a good chance to catch up with folk you’ve not had time to chat with and also a good excuse to spend, spend, spend on delightful new poetry pamphlets, this year it was also another opportunity for m to have heaps of praise lavished upon him for his lovely new book (did i mention that already?!).

after a quick detour to the delightful patisserie we discovered (hand made cakes in boxes, with ribbon - why do so few bakers do this any more?) we just made it to the five o’clock verses event where we heard karen solie and emma jones. i have flicked through both of their latest books but hearing them read really helped to breathe new life into their work for me.

despite being almost totally exhausted we managed to get out in time to see ‘poetry centre stage’ which was a fantastic evening event with john akpata and then linton kwesi johnson. i really loved john’s performance (even if i disagreed with some of his arguments/points), in fact when he first came on to the stage i got goose-bumps and couldn’t stop grinning – i had never seen poetry performed this way – a combination of heartfelt message, song, dance, rythym, my dear man you are a genius! linton kwesi johnson’s performance was fantastic also but in a totally different way. m had seen him perform many years ago and was glad to see he’d lost none of his presence. i found it a really sobering, thought provoking reading, hearing commentary and poetry surrounding some of the horrific racial attacks he had witnessed in london. speaking about it afterwards i said to m that some part of me really wanted to disbelieve what he was saying, certainly no disrespect intended to lkj because i know these are real events that did happen and sadly continue to do so around the world, but because i don’t want to believe i live in a world where people can behave in such a horrific way to their fellow man.

on sunday we went to the first of our ‘border crossings’ events where we heard poetry from will stone who we had heard read his translation of georg trakl at an earlier event, but this time had the chance to read his own poetry. and also victor rodriquez nunez who was just wonderful – although he spoke perfect english, he read his work in spanish and then a lovely lady from his publishers read the translated version. again, it was a delight to let the spanish words just wash over you but hearing his poetry in translation let you understand the beauty of his words, he seemed a genuinely lovely bloke.

grabbing a quick bite on the run we just made it in time for our second ‘border crossings’ and our last event of the festival.

lewis mackinnon read his poetry first in the gaelic he had written it and then in his quirkily lovely canadian accent read us the translation. he was great to listen to and told a story of how his latest book had three ‘swear’ words in it, when his book came out his dad asked his aunt what she thought of the book and her only comment was that ‘she didn’t much care for the salty language’!

mario susko followed with what was a great way to round off this year’s festival for us. he is a genuinely funny man and very talented poet with a great skill of expression.

then we rounded off our weekend with a trip to hear andy jackson read for the dundee launch of his new book the assassination museum.

now my head is a buzz of poetic, mythic inspiration!

Tuesday, February 9

poetry at the...

fancy something a little different for valentine’s day ... ?
then read on!


poetry lovefest at the grv

on 14th february from 7.45pm to 9.45pm at the grv (guthrie street, edinburgh), come and hear 20-30 poets reading a poem written especially for this occasion.

poets were asked to write an original poem, each one based on a different verse from the song of songs, that ancient love poem.

bring your partner if you have one but don't be shy to come alone or with a friend. the poems will all be on the theme of love, but that can include everything from romance, sticking together and first dates to endings, loss, and bitter memories.

excellent writers such as kona macphee, alexander hutchison, kapka kassabova, andrew philip, kevin cadwallender, morgan downie and many, many more will be reading so it looks set to be excellent evening. there will also be a few other surprises and … who knows? you may even find love. what else is poetry for?

tickets, which can be purchased on the night, cost £4, or £3 for concessions.

poetry at the … is run by a small group of people on a non-profit making basis. they aim to hold live poetry events which demonstrate the range and vitality of poetry in the uk today, particularly (but not exclusively) in scotland. it was formed in november 2007 and has since become known as one of the best poetry-related events in the country, featuring some of the uk’s top poets alongside new and emerging writers.

Sunday, December 13

this week ...

well a couple of nights out and some christmas preparations have kept me busy this week.

wednesday saw us at the national library's poetry pamphlet fair which was a lovely evening of browsing, catching up with friends, listening to music and hearing poets perform pieces from their pamphlets. if you're interested in poetry pamphlets, here's a link you might like the scottish pamphlet poetry website

friday saw us back in edinburgh for a lovely evening at the scottsh arts club, to celebrate the launch of the national galleries "inspired? get writing!" book. everyone we met was very welcoming and we had a really enjoyable evening.

and then on to christmas preparations, i'm having a totally home-made christmas and am having a great time making lots of lovely gifts, i just hope the recipients enjoy the gifts as much as i've enjoyed making them!

and then today, m at work, a chance to monopolise the laptop and get some more updates made to my folksy shop, here's a few pics of my latest updates, would love to know what you think.

necklaces



bracelets






pencil case


keyrings



Monday, April 13

atlt 33 of 365

leisure by w. h. davies

what is this life if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare?
no time to stand beneath the boughs,
and stare as long as sheep and cows:

no time to see, when woods we pass,
where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

no time to see, in broad daylight,
streams full of stars, like skies at night:

no time to turn at Beauty's glance,
and watch her feet, how they can dance:

no time to wait till her mouth can
enrich that smile her eyes began?

a poor life this if, full of care,
we have no time to stand and stare.