I can’t believe it’s been so many weeks since I last blogged! Arrgh…where does the time go etc etc?
I’m currently sat on a train but unusually for me it is not the train from Barrow to Manchester across the bay. Today I’m going to Newcastle which means the slow train along the west coast of Cumbria – one of the most beautiful and bleakest train journeys in the UK I think. We’ve just pulled into Seascale and on the beach are various dogs running around in a state of excitement, apart from one rather sedate St Bernard, walking calmly along next to his owner who had one hand on his back as the train pulled up then pulled away.
The photo is the view from just outside Barrow from the train.
I’ve got a couple of hours until I get to Carlisle and then I change there for the last bit of the journey. I’m going to Newcastle to meet up with other artists who are working on a project called ‘The Backbone Of Our Land’ which will be a performance piece about what it means to be northern. I have been worrying and worrying away at this for weeks without coming up with anything, but I’m hoping inspiration will strike during the train journey.
As soon as I start to talk or think about the North I find myself sliding into cliches and it is hard to pin down what it is that I loved about the north from the moment I set foot in Leeds in 2000 and felt like I’d found somewhere I could feel at home. Maybe it’s something to do with unpretentiousness – but that is a huge abstract word and I can’t use that in a poem without questioning its purpose there. The people seemed friendlier and more open, more down to earth – but again, here I am slipping into stereotypes and abstractions. Tomorrow is a R & D day with the other artists so I hope being around other creative people will jolt something poetic into existence.
So I have lots of news to share with you all because it has been so long since I blogged. First and rather excitingly, the news is now public that I will be judging the Primers Volume Four pamphlet competition. I really like this competition because the prize includes editorial support and development from Jane Commane and mentoring with yours truly, so it is very much an ongoing support for writers who are chosen. There are also up to 25 free entries available for low income writers which I think is fantastic news, and I hope is the sign of things starting to change with the problem of working class writers being shut out of publication opportunities.
The Primers pamphlet competition is run in association with the Poetry School and Nine Arches Press – both wonderful organisations and you can find more information about the entry terms and conditions here. So my July/August is going to be filled with reading poems – which is pretty standard actually, but exciting to be looking for three potential mentees to work with on a longer term basis.
Last Saturday, if you are Barrovian, you were probably either walking the Keswick to Barrow, the Coniston to Barrow, or standing drinking beer at the finish line, waiting for someone you knew to come in. I decided to run the 21 miles between Coniston and Barrow a while ago in a moment of madness and I am very pleased to tell you I survived and managed to complete the course in 3 hours and 12 minutes which I was pretty chuffed with, considering some of those 21 miles go over Kirby Moor and the rest could kindly be described as ‘undulating’. I’m not sure where overall I came as the results aren’t out till Thursday so I will let you all know whether you’re interested or not!
I thought I would have a great sleep after running that far, but the muscles in my legs were so sore that I kept waking myself up in the middle of the night, and eventually gave it all up for a bad job and got up at 6am. I am pretty much recovered now and walking almost normally, and I’ve even bought my trainers to Newcastle in the hope that I’ll be able to get out for a short run around the city once I’ve checked in to my hotel.
Plans for Kendal Poetry Festival have been progressing and the full lineup for the programme is now live and up on the website. You can book tickets for the Brewery Arts Centre – and they are selling really well. We have less than half of our Festival Passes left, which is the cheapest way to see all of the readings and discussions at the festival, and workshop tickets are also looking low – so if you have been thinking of coming, do book soon!
We are also offering three bursary places for writers who identify as disabled, or low income writers – please check out our latest blog on our ‘Opening Doors’ project to find out more, and do pass this information on to anyone who you think might be interested. It is a relatively simple application process but do get in touch via the festival website if you have any questions about it. One of these places is funded by the generosity of the wonderful poet Christine Webb, so thank you again to her.
Getting the programme up and presentable on the website is a HUGE amount of work – Pauline Yarwood and I have been working so hard on the festival stuff. We had a few days respite and then got on with the next job – editing the information on the website down so that we can fit it all onto a hard copy brochure. We are still in the joyful throes of this and due to meet our brochure designer in the next few weeks.
I’ve also been rehearsing with Soul Survivors – we had a gig last Saturday and have another one coming up in June, reading in Manchester with Clare Shaw at an event organised to raise money for Greenpeace by the wonderful Ann Heathcote and going to the pamphlet launch of one of my fabulous Dove Cottage Young Poets Hannah Hodgson. Hannah did a brilliant reading and speech, complete with powerpoint slides – it reminded me of a Ted Talk – she was so professional. The same couldn’t be said of me however, as I nearly cried in my introduction to Hannah and then nearly cried at the end…
The pamphlet is called Dear Body and it’s published by the fantastic Wayleave Press, run and edited by Mike Barlow. The whole pamphlet will make you think differently about the body and ability and disability and all the things that can be taken for granted if you are able-bodied.
So although the Sunday Poem has temporarily ground to a halt, I thought that the Occasional Poem might be more fun, as I can post them as and when I feel like it. It feels rebellious not to be blogging on a Sunday – this is about as rebellious as I get you see – blogging on a Tuesday!
I’m really happy that Hannah has agreed to let me publish the title poem of the pamphlet on the blog today. I haven’t checked with Hannah, but I’m sure I remember her writing this poem in response to the C.P.Cavafy poem ‘Body, Remember‘. I think you can hear the echo of that Cavafy poem in any poem that addresses itself directly to the body – but whereas Cavafy’s poem is full of longing and a desire to remember ‘those desires glowing openly/in eyes that looked at you’, Hannah’s poem is an admonishment to the body, in an almost parental voice, asking it to ‘look over the job description/for a body./Read it over -/ let’s start again tomorrow.’
Even though this is a poem filled with exasperation and disappointment at the body for not doing what it is supposed to do, there isn’t a shred of self pity here – there is even a kind of wonderful black humour in the first and last stanzas, while the middle of the poem is wonderfully tender: ‘I never learned/how to calm the heart’.
Hannah has been published in literary magazines Acumen, Under the Radarand Poetry Salzburg Review. She has won several young poets competitions and been poet in residence at Lakes Alive and Kendal Poetry festivals. She has a YouTube channel (www.youtube.com/c/HannahHodgson) where she talks about her illnesses and reviews books and poetry collections. She has just been selected as one of the young writers for the next instalment of The Writing Squad.
You can also find Hannah’s blog here where you can buy a copy of her pamphlet and make her very happy! Thanks to Hannah for letting me share this poem and I hope you enjoy reading it
Dear Body – Hannah Hodgson
I’d be handing you
a redundancy notice
if the end of you
the end of me.
My brain is filled
with corrupted code –
in my organs.
I never learned
how to calm the heart
how to stop it battering
my chest, acting out
like a child.
I never learned
the nursery rhyme
to quieten it down.
I need to learn how
to parent these organs.
look over the job description
for a body.
Read it over –
let’s start again tomorrow.