James Harvey memorial reading - July 19th at the Keynes Library, Bloomsbury

Veer Books / Xing the Line / Writers Forum Workshop (New Series) and The Blue Bus have come together to celebrate the life and poetry of James Harvey, who died last month.  This memorial reading will take place at Birkbeck College on Thursday 19th July, from 18.00-21.00. The address is Keynes Library, Birkbeck Centre for Poetics, School of Arts, 43 Gordon Square, London WC1H 0PD. (When you  come in to the foyer, ask the person on the front desk who will give directions – it’s a room on the first floor overlooking the square.) Readers/performers will include Carol Watts, Will Rowe, James Wilkes, matt martin, Jeff Hilson, Holly Pester, Michael Zand, Stephen Emmerson, Juliet Troy, John Gibbens, Keith Jebb, David Miller, Antony John, Edward Carey, Peter Philpott, S J Fowler, Elizabeth Guthrie, and The Children (Armorel Weston and John Gibbens). Please note that this is a free event.  James Harvey 
James Harvey (1966–2012) studied biology at UCL before becoming a full-time poet in the thriving experimental and innovative poetry community in London. His interest in science, especially biology, extended into his poetry. He was fascinated by the potential of ‘science in poetry to dismantle existing structures, and then put them back together again, build them up “mechanically” while at the same time each level of complexity is acted upon equally through “the forces of nature,” questioning the integrity of the structure.’

Camarade: edition III

Another evening of poetry that really was a pleasure to be a part of, and so easy to witness because of its quality. I keep saying the people I invite to read at the maintenant events may not be bound by a specific stylistic approach to poetry but they are, in my opinion, bound by a clear sighted vision of what they personally want to achieve and an ability to develop that extremely idiosyncratic notion into something that can be shared. The lack of pretentiousness in the work on display again comes down to that fact I think, that the poets involved have vision. Despite this being something like my eleventh event in two weeks, an evening like this only makes me want to do more.

all the vids can be viewed here www.youtube.com/fowlerpoetry, there are six more

Poetry Parnassus Pictures #1 - Alexander Kell - the Rain of Poems



The advantage of having a close friend who is also an amazing photographer is quite evident. More so when you are reading and organising events which, at the time of their happening, seem like simple, small occasions, but when time passes, you realise a record of them would be invaluable. When the record is a single frozen image, with all the indelible, and subtle, qualities that make up good photography, then it is all the more special. Alexander Kell's presence at the Poetry Parnassus was quite obviously important (in this picture to the left, i seem to be eating a swiss roll in one bite, which I dont remember doing)


These images really capture what was so personally important to me about the festival, it served as an occasion to bring my friends closer together through something I was fortunate enough to be doing, and the Rain of Poems was the night when it seemed most intense and even emotional.  You can see more of Alexander's work here http://alexanderkell.tumblr.com/, and there are loads more images from the festival that will be up all over the place, including in an exhibition for the Poetry Library about the Poetry Parnassus.

Maintenant celebration II & the end of the Parnassus

The last day of Poetry Parnassus was really a way of saying farewell and recovering from the intensity of the Saturday. It wasn't exactly maudlin but without a doubt there was a note of relaxation and resignation to the proceedings. I had one more event to maintain, the final Maintenant celebration reading featuring six very different poets - Gerdur Kristny, Nigar Hasan Zadeh, Ilya Kaminsky, Agnes Lehoczky, Donatas Petrosius and Immanuel Mifsud. I thought the reading had its highlights and was nicely varied in tone and style. Many said afterwards they thought the reading really stood out. I had the chance to say a few words below, before Gerdur began in on Bloodhoof... This was it for my involvement in the festival.

As ever the great Ilya Kaminsky showed why he is held in such remarkable esteem around the world.

Immanuel Mifsud has always been known to many as a poet and dramatist of the highest order, one who balances intimacy with relentlessness in the way few can. This reading evidenced beyond a doubt that his place is amongst the finest contemporary European writers and in person, was a genuinely moving and intensive experience.

Alejandra Pizarnik

this book is truly remarkable http://www.waterloopresshove.co.uk/
#/alejandra-pizarnik/4548331837 from waterloo press in Hove, Cecilia Rossi has achieved something profound


"I speak of cunt and I speak of death
all is cunt, i have licked cunts in various countries and I felt only pride in my virtuosity - the Mahatma Gandhi of licking, the Einstein of the blow job, the Reich of sucking, the Reich to make one's way among hair as if of an unwashed rabbi - oh the delight in filth" 
                           Alejandra Pizarnik



London Sinfonietta video of the Revenge of Miguel Cotto


Blue Touch Paper work-in-progress preview: The Revenge of Miguel Cotto

VIDEO(14:03),16 May 2012

London Sinfonietta's Blue Touch Paper programme nurtures and promotes the next generation of composers and inter-disciplinary collaborators. The Blue Touch Paper preview event on 16 May 2012 at Village Underground showcased the culmination of a year-long collaboration between 3 groups of composers and multi-disciplinary artists.
This film features a work in progress preview of The Revenge of Miguel Cotto by Steven J Fowler & Philip Venables exploring the violence, sanctioned by society, that is boxing, through music and poetry.

The Revenge of Miguel Cotto
Graham Lee trombone Tony Boorer trombone Simon Baker trombone Laurent Quenelle violin Joan Atherton violin *
Miranda Fulleylove violin Oliver Lowe percussion Serge Vuille percussion Ian Watson accordion
Richard Baker conductor Leigh Melrose vocalist Alexander Robin Baker vocalist Sound Intermedia sound projection ** London Sinfonietta Principal player
Video produced by De Novo Arts.
Blue Touch Paper is delivered in partnership with the Jerwood Charitable Foundation with support from the Esmée Fairbairn Foundation.

Maintenant: the avant garde at Poetry Parnassus

Without a doubt, the highlight of my week. The reading last night really brought together everything I feel I have been repeating over and again recently - that unpretentiousness and humility and community is the reason to be engaged in more than just a writing practise. The news of the death of James Harvey, a fine poet, a member of the avant garde poetry scene in London and a true and decent gentleman, brought into focus what matters - that if poetry does anything more than just bring people together in an atmosphere of exchange and expression and humour and intensity, then that is wonderful, but an excess. James had friends in poetry, and so last night was a gathering of friends, a circle that extended somewhat for one night to include poets from Mexico, Guam, the Cook Islands...but it was, palpably, a community. The room was completely full, they were turning people away because of health and safety limits and every poet on the bill was fantastic. It could not have been a warmer atmosphere and really left me with a good feeling about my involvement in the festival, which, if we're honest, is often contingent. The realisation was, that when things constrict, when it becomes about people as poets who you can reach and touch, communicate directly with, then the resonance is all the more, especially when their work is marked by innovation which in and of itself demands an attention to engagement and meaning as its defining mode. And it was an achievement to find a corner of this enormous festival and make it about a community that is often unfairly overlooked. Thanks to all who came.





the rest of the videos can be found at www.youtube.com/fowlerpoetry

Patchwork Renga workshop at Poetry Parnassus



We had ten poets in all for this workshop, which took place at the Poetry library in the afternoon of Saturday 30th of June, and which featured a chain poem methodology constructed of lines of other poets poems, stolen from the Poetry library collection. 


We decided on four themes, Moon, Corpse, Fire and Theft, and then we each went off to plunder the books. When we returned, we took two turns, running clockwise around the table, inscribing the lines to create new poems. 


In attendance were Els Moors, Tiphaine Mancaux, Robert Kiely, Jon Stone, Kirsty Irving, Alex Kell, David Kelly, Ghazal Mosadeq and Jon Shaw. It was a success, I think. 



Literature Across Frontiers at Poetry Parnassus & the International Poetry Fair

I was delighted to be asked to host the Literature Across Frontiers event to be in the clore ballroom for the International Poetry Fair part of Poetry Parnassus. They have really done exceptional work for the past ten years, adapting with a unique flexibility and plurality of interests across the European literary scene. They have done so much for festival, readings, publishers, translations, workshops, research - the list is endless. And this event was a really refreshing experience that cut through any feelings of poetry burn out! Els Moors and Katerina Iliopoulou were poets whose work I knew but whose readings I had never witnessed, both could not have been more clear and honest to their own integrity as poets, which is what cuts through so much.


I also managed to get footage from the Wolf celebration reading, hosted and featuring James Byrne, one of our finest contemporary British poets, though only brief snippets as the battery was packing in.

& the Salt celebration reading too, hosted by Roddy Lumsden.

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