Parnassus blog #5


I managed to get some time with Chris McCabe, the librarian of the poetry library, and a great poet himself, to explain the world record project and some of things the poet’s have been asked to do as part of Poetry Parnassus.
There have been some great events over the last few days. Sasha Dugdale eloquently led a wonderful event with Italian speaking poets down in the white room this afternoon, yesterday’s much discussed New World Order reading was said to be exceptional, featuring some incredible European poets like Valzhyna Mort and Jacek Dehnel, and the Lunch poems the day before that, featured below, continued to entertain. There were workshops with Karen Solie, Kate Kililea, a packed Pacifica reading last night and the Poetry and film screening about David Shook in Equatorial Guinea was very moving. That barely scratches the surface of all that has happened.
It is somewhat inevitable that with all these events that one can get burnt out on poetry and the consistent excess can even seem somewhat deflating. There are only so many readings one can attend without losing the thread of what is being read, and if that happens, one ceases really benefiting from the act of poetry being read aloud, rather than being read alone. That being said, the last few days have been exceptionally interesting, and at times, quite intimate. The experience of the Poets village, and the way things seem to have a momentum of their own, means that hours can pass very quickly and one is left discussing ‘making the most of it’ more than actually doing that. At times an event this size can seem incredibly populated, and you are unable to walk ten yards without beginning multiple conversations. At other times, it does seem like it has been set up purely for you to navigate, always with the nagging feeling you are missing something else, some parallel reading, in some small room, many levels below.

Maintenant: the Balkans at Poetry Parnassus

The Maintenant Balkans event was held at the Poetry Parnassus on friday night. It was great to be around real friends at the reading but it wasn't the highlight for me. Like everything you can have too much of a good thing and by friday I was on a downer about poetry and posturing and this kind of thing. The nature of Balkan poetry is that it holds itself up, perhaps it has to, and that wasn't hitting my mood at the right point. Anyway, the evening had some lovely moments. Jana Stefanovska with her father, the near legendary playwright Goran http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Goran_Stefanovski, was given some reading time with her fellow Macedonian Nikola Madzirov, which was nice and well deserved after all her immense work at the festival. Doina Ioanid is a really fine poet, and it was nice to have her perform with Clare Pollard, who couldn't have been nicer. And, as ever, Damir Sodan was incredible. In fact this is best reading I have ever seen him give, the pace, the wit, the energy - the man is a solar system unto himself, it's hard not to love him.


Interview with the Huffington post

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/feliz-l-molina/poetry-in-the-uk-through-_b_1607822.html
Poetry in the UK Through SJ Fowler

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FLM: I'm enamored by your relentless poetic activities in the UK. Can you talk about your well-balanced and holistic hats as a poet, editor, scholar, interviewer, curator, and whatever else you do that contributes to poetry making and doing in the UK?

SJ Fowler: I am active in London, organizing. Everything I've done has been focused around poetry, and readings, and what can be done to make them conceptually, and structurally, and I suppose theoretically or politically vibrant. It was clear to me that the typical model of a poetry reading, in the UK at least, is one that is suited to certain type of poetry, which is valid, but simply does not translate to the best possible experience for poets with experimental methods or an audience with an interest in the possibilities of what poetry can be when it is challenging and innovative. Events with a large volume of poets, collaborations, installations, DIY poetry fairs, quick reading times, cross-medium work -- all this has been vital to the growth of the Maintenant events.

The motivation behind my taking on so many projects has always been a source of uncertainty for me. I feel very much in two minds about what I've done and I've come to realize this reluctance (I began running events by accident and continued doing so at others' askance) is extremely important. It's becoming clearer with time that I do so many events and projects precisely because, at heart, I believe less than many of my peers in the transformative power of poetry. That isn't to say I believe poetry isn't transformative at all, of course I do ascribe it such potential (to me personally, naturally, it is utterly and immensely transformative), but I refuse it the power to go beyond my own personal subjectivity.

I refuse the idea that poetry is improving in and of itself. There is a tension here, maybe even a paradox. I have both feelings at once, that poetry is both nothing and everything. Yet I do believe, somehow, without articulation, in the Brodskyite notion of poetry being the most important art form because of its relationship to the profundity of language, because of its engagement with what fundamentally constitutes all other creativity and discussion. It is impossible for me to escape the feeling that this relationship is wholly individuated, and so at the very same moment -- poetry is nothing, a game for the initiated, the distraction of a select.
My poetry, academic research, and my efforts in organizing events are about stripping away a glib assumption that poetry is profound. I suppose to get to the private profundity, which I do believe is utterly closed and personal. My activities are about not overvaluing poetry because poetry is nothing next to people, to health, to life -- it is a component of a well-lived life, for me -- a component of humility -- but only alongside, or below, a mindful and constant engagement with emotional erudition -- love, courtesy, care and respect for other people in the most immediate, difficult and practical circumstances. What is poetry next to that? A luxury, and thus we should celebrate it for that, as often as we can, because we are lucky to have the facility to even consider it. I am at pains to stress too that I'm speaking only for my personal experience in my place, in my time. This not supposed as a general rule; that is precisely the point I am trying to make.

In the events themselves I try pursue the notion of a community, and bring together the vast number of brilliant writers working in this city who don't seem to know of each other, if not artistically, then communicatively. It seems trite to say I am trying to create a space that offers a synthesis of styles, or factions, because I never over-design this element of the events, but it seems to happen, and the events do create new relationships and a dialogue. Paulo Friere's notion of organization as the has become increasingly important to me, the idea that organization presents the antagonistic opposite of manipulation, that it is a natural development of unity, and ties in to the idea that my activities in promoting innovative, politically engaged poetry is founded on a central turn, a paradox of dismissiveness and legitimacy about the poetical act and the poetical group and the nature of poetry's power.

If we are to envision poetry in the service of social agency it should be more complex in its constitution than that which it serves to overthrow. In fact, perhaps it is just the concept of complexity over simplicity. I think that my involvement in the Occupy movement and the marches against government cuts in the UK and as a member of the trade union PCS and against the pope's visit to London was, and is, very much removed, but nonetheless palpable, because it is mediated with a reasonable sense of doubt. Not a crippling sense of doubt, but one that has made me active in what I do, and what I do not do. This sense of doubt should be innate, but my experience is that people involved in both sides of the divide -- the cynics and the true believers -- are both erroneously convinced of absolutes. In fact, to speak optimistically, I found the Occupy movement in St. Paul's to be peopled by primarily learned, reflexive and engaged writers and thinkers. That being said my involvement was minor indeed, so I may very well be wrong.

To maintain this sense of doubt from the outset is to acknowledge that poetry is very unlikely to change anything concrete in social terms. In a sense, to cut to the quick, to even expect this change is to begin to fail, to set oneself up for disappointment and cynicism beyond that. By accepting limitations and getting on with it, with doubt (and, it must be stressed, humour) activity continues and blooms, and draws in new minds and new energy. This is true of readings as it is of activism, and this is what I've tried to do, while not being embedded in these protests to the extreme physical lengths others are, I've taken the concepts to those who have often not heard them, and related them in a way so that they might be heard. But perhaps I am just retrospectively theorizing what has happened to me over the last three years over and again, which is a gentle, but forceful, questioning at almost every juncture of my activities. The answer has become stripped of such bloated aspirations as social change, legacy etc... and it has become about simpler things - stimulation of ideas, humour, energy, bringing people into one space and that is a joy, and more than enough, and so the events continue.

FLM: What's the climate of poetry in the UK including certain kinds of aesthetics, politics, groups, styles, etc. concerning or indirectly relevant to poetry in the UK?

SJ Fowler: A huge issue with UK poetry is factionalism. I think anyone who surrounds themselves with acolytes, whether it is their doing or not, no matter how socially engaged or artistically vital and their work may be, is, in some fundamental way, intellectually bankrupt. This urge to reject factions and social cliques is, on my part, from my 20 years practicing martial arts I think.
The world is full of martial arts masters who chop blocks of wood and teach from behind a green curtain. Whenever we are protecting our egos we become less than we need be, because as soon as a situation becomes live, becomes battle-tested as it were (here it is vital to remember avant garde is a military term) that which has not been really considered and modified through contrast, confrontation and difference becomes flaccid and useless, and falls away.
We spend more time protecting ourselves than thinking through what it is we're doing. So it is with writing, with thinking through writing. To believe one style of writing, one approach, one turn of language is the right one, solely, at the expense of others, is myopic. It is our taste, and a taste which should be fluctuating, should be growing, and should allow for the great appreciation of others, and what their own learning and experience has brought them too. People are too precious about their ideas in poetry. They seem not be able to have flexible tastes, as they seem to in music, film and so forth. To follow a poetry mode, to proudly defend the ramparts of that mode as a cadre, patting your fellows on the back while not really reading other work and then denigrating it -- it is a corrosive, incestual practice.
I believe a poet should be somewhat constituted by the voraciousness of their reading habits and broad in the company they keep, to learn, to be challenged and to grow. And frankly, if someone is really reading what is being written at the moment, for there is so much good new poetry and prose and theory and philosophy etc., they shouldn't have so much time to fling shit at each other. Of course I'm not saying there shouldn't be a space for disagreement -- that is fundamental. But it is 'disagreement' that many hide behind in order to build their castles and hurl stones from behind their walls. So many ivory towers have been built on the rubble of other ivory towers. So often the most elite group of poets are constituted solely by those who share an interest in sneering at another 'elite' group of poets. It has become preposterous at times, and disagreements or debate have nothing to do with this, because there is no dialogue with the factionality in the UK.
How can anything in poetry, in culture, or in society, change without dialogue (without it being fascistic)? There are only, often toothless, divisions speaking to themselves, in a language only they understand, conceited in the pretense they are doing something important -- which they might be, but it isn't for them to say. Change is not a proud thing, nor a grand process -- it seems to me to be dirty, often as slow as sudden, and quite unpretentious, requiring mediation and conciliation. As in poetry, as in society.

I personally go a step further, and I'm not advocating this for anyone else, because I see the advantage of criticism, but I won't write reviews of work I don't like, not even on commission. I don't style myself a critic, not yet anyway -- I feel I haven't developed the faculties or the education, but just personally to spread bile, even if it is deserved or necessary, when there is so much good, exciting, inspiring work in existence which very few people seem to know about, seems to be perverse. To have to mull over that which I dislike, it is like responding to a fool's insult. Again this is another luxury I choose to exploit. And so often shit work is so palpably shit it critiques itself. Well, perhaps not. I initially agreed with Eugene Ionesco's pronouncement that 'criticism is valuable only in so far as it is a battle. Criticism when it is calm, serious and self assured is neither useful or important.' As time has passed, and I read criticism avidly, the more I realize that his notion of 'battle' is a grand term, and this is not the kind of battle that predominates current criticism in London; it is of the smaller, measlier variety.

The fundamental realization for me was that there are many poets whose practice is, and was, so wide and so fluid that such myopia is unnecessary. It is happening more and more in our generation, in London anyhow, poets are writing across mediums, collaborating and showing different methods and styles. Those who laid down the road map for this change, their work evolved, it changed as they changed. This seems immensely desirable to me. I am often shocked that the opposite seems to be de rigeur. Poet's work barely changes over three or four decades and their themes become narrower and narrower, their language too. That I find extremely disconcerting, especially when I turn over and again to poets like (and I could name a thousand names) Tom Raworth, Henri Michaux, Jack Spicer, Yannos Ritsos, Mario de Andrade, Pablo Neruda, Velimir Khlebnikov etc. ... and find so much depth and such superb shifts in tone, style and register, and this, in a wholly subjective way, becomes a huge influence -- the perceived narrative of change in their work, the transmutations, the evolutions. This excites me, and undoubtedly influences much of what I write and curate, and I believe, should shape the nature of the poetry community in the UK in the future.

FLM: Can you talk about your work with Maintenant series and the upcoming events at Poetry Parnassus in London?

SJ Fowler: My work with the Poetry Parnassus is an interesting topic to discuss. From the outset there have been many assuming because it is thematically tied to the London Olympics, that it is somehow ideologically connected to the games. This assumption is made I think because a project this size requires large sums of money and the collusion of supposedly 'mainstream' institutions and poets who are commercially successful (if this is not an oxymoron). This assumption is a fallacy.

I am not a proponent of the Olympics in London, and there is no need to write a thesis on why. It seems pretty evident the games are a product of capital; its excesses and its need to find use for itself at the cost of real people, and real experience. It is another example of simple concepts smothering the uncontainable complexity of real life. The Olympic machine spews pseudo-philosophies like the promotion of 'cultural diversity' etc.... but how, in the wake of the riots and the savage economic cutbacks and increased wealth disparity does a Roman circus with enormous stadia, a grotesque monstrosity of a shopping centre and elite athletes playing beach volleyball help grassroots communities and contrasting cultures integrate is never really explained. That the 9.3 or 11 billion pounds (depending on who you believe) that have been spent on this project could have been put to better use for Londoners is so overwhelmingly true is it physically arresting.

In the face of this pretense, I would suggest poetry does not eschew the complexity of real life, it increases it, albeit, as discussed previously, in a subjective and perhaps minor way. It requires something significant of those who would give to it, and it teaches them to do this in a mode that extends beyond poetry. More than that, it can speak directly of culture in a manner that is beyond didactics and mawkish biography -- the culture of the person, the writer, the witness are communicated to expose what seems like the deliberate ambiguity and misinformation that surrounds the language of the Olympics and similar projects. And if poets happen to come from a background of many or divergent cultures from that of the reader then it truly begins to enter into to what I assume is meant by the unnecessarily glib terminology of 'cultural diversity.'

The Parnassus has been conceived as a space to discuss, to exchange, to share ideas, and protests, from poets of 204 nations. It has been inherently designed to be representative of genuine opinion, not just bloated cultural terminology or anti-establishment fury -- it runs the gamut, exactly as it should. I've had the fortune to interview 100 of the poets attending on commission from the Southbank. So many are in exile, so many have dirtied their hands in real political struggle, they have risked their lives for change for their people and their country. Many have faced unmitigated violence for the very act of their writing poetry and the extent and vehemence of the values within that poetry. Is the cynical criticism of the Parnassus supposing that these poets are coming to London to pay lip service to Seb Coe and the great Olympic industry of comp tickets and corporate sponsorship? It's a convenient, if ugly, fiction. The Parnassus is arguably the best opportunity for global dialogue between poets for decades. All who attend will be free to speak their minds, and though many in attendance will be moderate, I can assure you that many more come from nations where oppression is not oblique but direct and violent and all encompassing, and where the capitalist machine that splurges out shiny golden eggs like the Olympics in the UK, squeezes real people into destitution and death.

SJ Fowler
 is a British poet, theorist and activist working in the London poetry scene. He is a member of Contemporary Poetics Research Centre at Birkbeck college, University of London, and the founder of Maintenant. He is the poetry editor of 3am magazine, and the UK editor of Lyriklineand VLAK, and he curates the Camarade and the Covers projects. His work is concerned with poetry and ethics, and the avant garde poetry movements of contemporary Europe. 

the evening beneath the bomb of poems

Giddy with sleeplessness and surrounded by friends I had specifically inculcated to join me because of their grabbing abilities as well as my fondness for them, I went out onto Jubilee gardens after running the inaugural Maintenant event as part of Poetry Parnassus. That event itself was the end of a long day, and was an intense experience for me personally. The Viking music of Pekko Kappi gets me, and his presence at the Parnassus was really emblematic of my personal satisfaction of what I had been able to introduce to a proceeding that is so large to dwarf all those involved. Also reading the translations of Endre Ruset's remarkable poem about Utoeya, having lived in Oslo for a year when I was younger, was a private and at times, grueling experience.

I had met some of the Chilean collective Casagrande before the Parnassus, through the avant garde workshop Writers Forum, and I had always tried to follow their activities. Knowing their sense of history, their intelligence, energy and their artistic sense of judgement, I expected the Rain of Poems to be a spectacular, but I knew, on the night, it might be more than that, having really tried to give time to educating myself on the history of the project, it's tradition as an act of declaration without didactism and a true synthesis of the happening, the political and the poetic. 

The experience was moving. Bombardment after bombardment of poems fell over the garden as the crowd swayed between the obtuse and competitive, and the joyous and cohesive. I was one of the voices who thought the character of London would leave people cynical and banal in the face of the profound, but it wasn't the case, genuinely, friends and families were all turned into something close to children, a stage of emotional brevity, laughter, lightness and engagement. I can only speak for myself, but sharing the experience with those I care about so much, knowing they were there for me, because my poem was part of the bomb, will stay in my memory for a long time. It was a special event for that reason, it brought people into something overwhelming through the act of something simple, and it did on more levels than can be expressed briefly.


I actually asked many of my friends to join me specifically to find my poem in the melee, I really wanted it as a souvenir and because it featured a Spanish translation. Toward the end of the evening, they had become so generous as to approach strangers with offers of money to somehow draw my poem from the pack! The incomparable Tiphaine Mancaux really became the centre of the evening when, after disappearing for half an hour, she returned to pull out nearly 100 poems from her jeanshorts. She must have destroyed swathes of children for the haul. 
In the end, after pacing the Southbank for a few more hours and scouring it the following day, her and David Kelly had collected 98 different poems, and many duplicates. This essentially means they found one third of the possible poems, and of 100,000 that were dropped, there were only 300 poets involved!

Moreover, as we were leaving the Jubilee gardens and I began the benevolence that will mark the rest of festival by using Tiphaine's industry to appear generous to other poets, by giving them their poems (which have included Agnes Lehoczky, Chris McCabe, James Wilkes, Sylva Fischerova, Kristiina Ehin and Jo Shapcott so far), Tiphaine, somehow, found my poem, resting on the ground. 


I have spent time the following day talking in depth with the amazing poets and activists from Casagrande and have suggested we make plans to create a resource for the artistic responses which are bound to flow from such a once in a lifetime evening. David Kelly, who is producing new work in response to Poetry Parnassus, has already begun, creating these incredible collages on the very night.



Maintenant at Poetry Parnassus


My first event at the festival was the first of two Maintenant celebration readings. The Maintenant series is a regular interview platform for contemporary European poets designed to allow elucidation of their work, theoretically and otherwise, and to present poets who are truly contemporary, and not occluded by the near legendary figures of the near past. It also aims to show a true breadth of what poetry might be in the 21st century, and promote the idea we can leave stylistic and factional dualisms behind by just presenting good work in all its forms.
The event was housed in the Blue room, on the spirit level of Southbank centre, which is a little bit hidden to say the least. I was worried no one would be able to find it but in the end we had near 100 people in attendance and it was standing room only.
The reading were magnificient, a truly varied and fascinating mix of European poetics. Karlis Verdins’ wit, Christodoulos Makris’ energy, Endre Ruset’s gravitas, Damir Sodan’s ebullience, Sylva Fischerova’s power and Pekko Kappi’s brilliance really made an impact on the audience and couldn’t have been more pleased with the event. I had the privilege of reading the translations of Endre’s poem about the tragedy in Utoeya, and having lived in Oslo for a year when I was younger, and having not seen the poem up until the moment I read it, the experience was emotionally intense. And Pekko Kappi, with his pure engagement with the great balladic tradition of Finnish poetry really ended the night perfectly.

Poetry Parnassus blog 1 & 2

Blog #2 The first day of the festival proper was a really remarkable, exciting, exhausting and profound stretch of poetry and discussion and happenings. It began for me at 9am and finished around 11pm.....
I carried a lot of those thoughts into the World Poetry Summit, which was a chance for people with a stake in poetry, its reception and its growth, to discuss a myriad of issues that specifically related to the art in the current climate. I chaired a genuinely engaged discussion with Rocio Ceron, Tom Chivers, Tishani Doshi and Christodoulos Makris about whether Tradition v Innovation was a still a truism in poetry, and how we might move past that dualism into the future with new understandings of poetry, and new and different methodologies and attitudes. As continued to be the case throughout the day, the atmosphere was eloquent and forceful, but never didactic or declarative. People were genuinely interested to listen and learn as well as express.
From the Summit, I had the pleasure of watching the first Lunch poems event, which featured Gerdur Kristny, Bewketu Seyoum and Pekko Kappi, all of whom I had interviewed. The sun was ridiculously hot on the QEH roof garden which bode well for the Rain of Poems going ahead in the evening.


I was joined by my friends Alexander Kell and David Kelly, who are both in residence throughout the week of Poetry Parnassus in order to document the events through photography and art respectively. Their work, from image to drawing to collage, will form part of the post Poetry Parnassus exhibition, curated by Chris McCabe and housed in the Poetry Library. We stayed in the Poetry Library for sometime, with Alexander taking portraits of at least two dozen poets and capturing the moment they signed the World Record book of Record and the specially made Parnassus desk in the front of the library.
I described the feeling of the first day at the festival like being in the army – great lulls in between intense exertion, but somehow the day had a very specific rhythm, one that was continuing dotted with unique and fascinating encounters with poets from around the world. The idea that the immensity of the conflagration would see egos clashing, or prima donna poets strutting around the poets village seems laughable now – the air of relaxation, of informality and friendliness  is ubiquitous.


Blog #: I will be writing this blog, hopefully full of videos, images, artworks and recollections throughout the Poetry Parnassus which is begins tomorrow morning and runs all the way to Sunday evening.
We had our first contact this evening, a chance for many of the poets who are arriving minute by minute from around the world to meet with their British counterparts and the myriad of tireless organisers from the Southbank centre. Often these occasions feel like a slightly tepid school disco but everyone was genuinely enthused and relaxed and in a wholly earnest and positive mood. The ambition of the project, it’s clear desire to strike out against cynicism has really left everyone who is lucky enough to be part of this project feeling humbled by its size and keen to make their work speak. There is so much good work going to come out of the next six days, not just the readings, but the interchange between poets, their methodologies and the chance happenings which are the lifeblood of such understanding. This sense of creative freedom, to have the remarkable space we have in which to discuss, to write, to collaborate, really hit home, sitting in the Poet’s village. With so many poets around too, over 200 in all, the endless possible interchanges are almost overwhelming.
Simon Armitage and Martin Colthorpe gave warm, welcoming speeches and Jude Kelly spoke with a real sense of inspiration and purpose about the project and its origins, and its goals. I will quite rightly end this slight beginning to the blog by bringing attention to the remarkable work of Anna Selby and Bea Colley, Jana Stefanovska and Emma Mottram, who, amongst many others, have been astounding under heavy fire in putting the thing together

Two Renga workshops for the Poetry Parnassus


Im running two workshops as part of the Parnassus. The first will be housed in the Poets Festival village, at 2pm on Friday June 29th, and open only to the Parnassus poets and the local poets chosen to be hosts, or 'buddies.' 

Parnassian Renga: a workshop with SJ Fowler - 2pm on Friday June 29th in the Festival village: Following the tradition of the global adaptation and idiosyncratisation of the form of Renga, this workshop follows the chain games of the Surrealism, the translations of the Vou group, the chainpoets of New York and the Tomlinson / Roubaud / Paz project of the 1970s. A riff on what Charles Henri Ford defined as “intellectual sport … an anonymous shape laying in a hypothetical joint imagination.”

The second is open to all. It starts at 2pm on Saturday June 30th and runs for two hours, meeting outside the Poetry Library on level 5 of the southbank. The caveat is that the lines are all stolen from books housed in the poetry library, but, in fact, they can be from books participants bring, and I don't really care if they are poetry either, or if they are adapted or rewritten. All that matters is the essentially Oulipean / Situationist spirit at the heart of proceedings. http://www.poetrylibrary.org.uk/events/writingpoetry/?id=7768 

Cento, or patchwork text or homage renga or thievery poetry: a workshop with SJ Fowler Saturday June 30th at 2pm in the Poetry Library foyet
The ancient art of Renga, but as an act of homage and theft, creating a Remix poem out of the singled, lost lines of other poets great works. A collaborative work of plagiarism, attendees will be given a set of rules with which to work and let loose.Using the poetry library as a resource, this workshop is a facilitated session where those in attendance work line to line with in concert with each other, creating series of poems in small groups while writing simultaneously to order their lines after writing, and then coming together to write one larger poem in narrative, responsive order. Friday 29th in the Festival village

The first 60 Poetry Parnassus Interviews

#1. Luljeta Lleshanaku - Albania http://ticketing.southbankcentre.co.uk/poetry-parnassus/poets/lleshanaku-luljeta


the Rain of Poems

Just days from the event itself, I had the privilege to attend a briefing on the upcoming Casagrande rain of poems that will take place on June tuesday 26th at 9pm at the Southbank centre. The political context of the project, its genesis being a poetic refutation of Pinochet's bombing of La Moneda during the coup in 1973, and Casagrande's remarkable continued engagement only with sites that have had their history scarred by bombing (Berlin, Dubrovnik, Guernica, Warsaw) is a tremendously valid act, and the project in general is extremely well considered, a thoughtful meditation on the power of literature to encapsulate the essence of a place and its historicity, if that is possible at all. I'm very pleased my poetry will be thrown out of the helicopter. http://www.loscasagrande.org/


http://ticketing.southbankcentre.co.uk/find/literature-spoken-word/tickets/rain-of-poems-1000249

Halfcircle 4 released- Ashbery, Bergvall, Notley et al


Halfcircle 4 is now available online (www.halfcircle.org/Halfcircle_4.html) for £7 incl. P&P. It is 138 pages, perfect bound, and features previously unpublished work by, amongst others: 



John Ashbery, Peter Manson Linus SlugAnatol KnotekJuha VirtanenAlice NotleySean Bonney, SJ FowlerMarianne Morris, nick-e melvilleCaroline Bergvallbruno neivaNat Raha, Frances Kruk & Steve Willey

Hosting the Literature Across Frontiers event at the Poetry Parnassus


Poetry Parnassus June 26 - July 1 2012
Literature Across FrontiersWith over 150 poets visiting the UK for a week-long celebration of poetry, Poetry Parnassus at the Southbank Centre in London is set to be the largest ever gathering of the world’s poets. Inspirational poets, spoken word artists and rappers from each Olympic country will perform their poetry in over 50 languages and dialects.There will be over 100 events taking place: from a World Poetry Summit which will tackle the issues facing the art today and masterclass workshops to edible poetry installations, a session on women’s erotic poetry, garden readings and a poetry tea party for children. Many of these events are free. Literature Across Frontiers is very excited to be involved and will be staging two of these events. We hope you can join us!
 
International Poetry Fair: Literature Across Frontiers Reading
Saturday 30th June 2012,Clore Ballroom, Royal Festival Hall 
11:00am, Free

Literature Across Frontiers celebrates a decade of making literature travel with three poets from Europe. Flemish poet Els Moors (Belgium), Katerina Iliopoulou (Greece) andAna Ristović (Serbia) join moderator Steven Fowler to read and discuss their work.

Poetea!

zimZalla object 015 is Poetea by Jo Langton. This comprises 10 handmade bags in handmade felt sleeves, with each bag containing text relating to a different variety of tea: Builder's; Black; Delicate; Exotic; Fresh; Fruitea; Green; Rich; Strong; White. Available individually or as a set. See http://zimzalla.co.uk/ for more details. Accompanying this object is an interview with Jo describing the aims and methods of the project. This can be found in the Adjuncts section of the site.

I shall writing a poem in response to the Strong tea....

Muyock

Part of my ongoing long poem Muyock, which is about Tiphaine Mancaux, the D-Day landings and Matteo Patocchi's photographs of Aomi Muyock, has been published by Walter Ruhlmann's 'D-Day 68th Anniversary Anthology' through the Anglo-French online press mgversion2.0>datura. http://mgversion2datura.blogspot.co.uk/ You can buy the anthology on Issuu and Lulu, in both digital and hard copies.... an excerpt below


      on m knees
           theearth bere
 ft breaks
       intodryred
         mud
        heavy w birds
                   & gherman pricks
dumpin a  way   that invites...
     until th wet congeals
   everywhere / in the great
     arches of invitation
..

   all th roads ar ebuilt
   now you can fuck
    off back to spider island
  w allthe dead i cant thank enough

Performance at Cafe Oto with Ben Morris for Mercy: Electronic Voice Phenomena

It's the first time I've ever performed at Cafe Oto, though I have attended shows there often. It was really pleasing to do so with Ben Morris, whose practise has been extremely influential to my own for many years. When we met, and still to this day, his understanding and control of his medium is far more advanced than my own, due to both his sense of patience, subtlety and experience, and he has been generous in offering me a new avenue into sonic conceptualism, an organic offshoot from my own work in avant garde poetry.

It was also a great pleasure to perform for Mercy. Nathan Jones is one of a few remarkable figures in poetry and sonic art I am fortunate enough to call my contemporary who is genuinely enthused by complex and intense performance, and who will do the hard work it takes to get that performance a proper stage and reception. He feels a stringent sense of responsibility to promote the work of others and this kind of selflessness is integral to the building of a scene of dynamic poetry and sound performance. I know I speak for Ben when I say to have the opportunity to work with Mercy producing these new commissions is a privilege.

The evening was a really engaging but sadly I was ill and not really able to comprehend properly what was going on around me. I had been dragging some sick around for awhile and then rehearsing for this piece, in the mask, which really boiled me, a few days ago in a tiny studio under a railway bridge in Bermondsey, it really sent me over the edge. We nearly had to cancel the performance in fact, I had been yakking two days up to this night and had stomach cramps and sweats even on the way over to Dalston

In the end, the performance was something I am pleased with, of course never wholly, but conceptually. I had really hoped it would explore avenues of delirium, confusion, kineticism - that it would not just be about violence and force, as some of my other pieces have been. I deliberately made the format of my punching non combative, so I stood still, used 'James Toney' type hands, with sloppy angles and no power form, and would emphasise my breathing and noise and would create motion blurs, using speed, rather than some dumb platform for the force of my punching.

It was gratifying to find an offshoot of my thematic interests, where energy and intensity are fundamental but do not become intimidating, and it was really pleasing that many were kind enough to say they did not experience repulsion but confusion and intrigue. The piece was found strange rather than aggressive I think, and it will be a memory for me, it was torture in the mask, I felt so ill! 

The piece is called "We're getting married tomorrow" and is described as "A piece of conceptual sonic art in collaboration that explores notions of exhaustion, suffocation, exertion & kineticism, drawing together a specific mode of bodily, as well as vocal, experimental expression and innovative performance."

Massive thanks to Alexander Kell, who held the pads for me and is a loyal friend and great training partner, to David Kelly, Tiphaine Mancaux and Catherine Carncross who came to support and film and photo, and of course Nathan and Ben. I have a good feeling more work will emerge from this relationship.

The Revenge of Cotto - preview performance

Philip Venables and I had the preview performance culmination of our London Sinfonietta Blue Touch Paper commission a few weeks ago at the Village Underground in Shoreditch. Philip has kindly aligned the video above. From Phil "The preview version of The Revenge of Miguel Cotto was premiered on 16th May at Village Underground in Shoreditch, London.  What a great evening!  The London Sinfonietta were performing, conducted by Richard Baker, with vocalists Leigh Melrose and Alexander Robin Baker" It was undoubtedly a special evening, the culmination of much hard work by many.

Species published by Sand: Berlin's English language journal

Really proud to feature again in SAND, it's one of the best quaility journals in Europe and to have ties with the Berlin literary scene is important to me. You can see the contents, where the issue is sold and other stuff here http://sandjournal.com/issues The poems included this time are a meditation on species of bears.

{Species}
all bears today have descended from a common ancestor known Ursavus or ‘dawn bear’. This animal, which lived about 20 million years ago, was about the size of a small terrier.
Bernd Brunner
i.                    Ursus Arctos
blonde bear
so populous to be popular
& if blackened, silver tipped
watch for the large hump
of muscle, if you see its worry
you are likely food

ii.                  Ursus Maritinus
give of thy hands
to measure its awful size!
creampuff or fat white its blubber ...........

Museum of death & an interview with Jack Little at Ofi press


The Mexico based journal Ofi press has published the first part of my collaboration with the photographer Alex Kell, due out this summer, the Museum of death http://theofipress.webs.com/collaboration.htm

#1
wife; lunatic
until moonlit
then, a dwarf
of melody
a celestial harmony
perfection
below
thus, a debut
in the unter
tow



Alongside this work, the editor Jack Little, has interviewed me for the site http://theofipress.webs.com/interview.htm


3. Is poetry flourishing today?

Hard to know and of course it depends on each individuals perception. I would say in general probably not, but that isn’t a bad thing necessarily. Perhaps I should only speak for England, or even London. I would say if poetry isn’t flourishing, it is doing poets as much of a service as a disservice.....

This is a genuinely exciting enterprise from Jack Little, a journal that is bringing together some genuinely exciting work from across the globe and really creating a hub for an exploration of contemporary Mexican poetry in and out of that country.