Sunday, November 27, 2011

Reading thro’ the night

Well, not quite. in the end I put the bookmark in my place in Room by Emma Donoghue and waited for the morning to finish this compelling story of Jack, who is 5 and has lived all his life in a single. locked room with his Ma.  We have just Jack’s PoV –he’s a reliable narrator with a sophisticated commend of language that reveals his age with words like scave –that’s being brave when its scary and his literal translation of the conversations outside of Room. Lots to think about throughout the book –survival, attachment, acceptance … its a long time since I’ve not wanted to put a book down  … if you’ve also read it please post your comments.

My Outside - to use Jack’s word - is wall to wall autumn sunshine, the light reflecting off the few leaves still at eye level. . I’m just back from a long walk whooshing thro’ all those that have already fallen and with more apples from the crate that says please help yourself. –its clearly been a good year for cookers.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

My week with Marilyn

I’m talking about the film, of course, its just wonderful –well cast with the supporting roles as much a part of the story as the stars, some great music and a sense that the ‘week’s’ experience changed peoples lives. A good way to spend Saturday afternoon.This autumn has been packed with good movies –I’ve yet to see The Deep Blue Sea and The Iron Lady but Marilyn gets my best film Oscar at the moment. outplaying Kevin, The Help and Midnight in Paris.

Friday, November 25, 2011

Writing small stones

That’s one of the things that happens on Writing Your Way Home, I joined this group today .., all new to me but it helps when i write regularly, and from little writings –or as they say, small stones – I have grown some poems in the last few weeks> I’m planning to take part in their 2012 event called a river of small stones see http://www.writingourwayhome.com/p/river-jan-12.html 

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Sent three poems to London Grip this morning, and had a reply to say thank you and they will be looked at very quickly … very different from other publishers who are silent for months. The last set of the Poetry and Music poems are now available –I’ll miss the rhythm of the online course in my life –will have to find inspiration elsewhere until the next course starts in January.

Ended my day at the Aveda salon, adding a few pennies (!) to the tokens I won in their raffle to enjoy a facial, manicure and pedicure –lots of massage and fragrant oils. Now I’m enjoying the warm glow of continued relaxation.accompanied by a glass of red wine and Jazz FM.  Well worth the £5 ticket. 

Going to read one of John Berger’s essays when I’ve published this … might start with the one called A load of shit .. Night night everyone

Thursday, November 24, 2011

suddenly its Thursday ….

This autumn seems rather reluctant to arrive properly –a few foggy mornings settled some dampness on those leaves that have fallen but the Pelargonium with its three new flowers has taken a starring role in the end of the year garden. I’ve swept leaves today, most had blown away of their own accord leaving only the large, heavy ones ad those caught under other foliage. There will be more on my wibbly wobbly drive tomorrow.

Only the binding to sew down and my patchwork bag will be finished and ready to carry the next project which is still a half formed idea and several  fat quarters laid out on the floor to consider which goes with what etc. So its back to sewing the squares for the curtain … probably the most boring sewing job ever but I’m convinced the end product will be worth every drop of ennui.

I’m now reading The Summer Book by Tove Jansson… its a gentle ride to a different season in the far north of Scandinavia but keeps reminding me of all the things I did with my Grandmother. We went to see Norman Wisdom at the picture house, watched the brides at St Peters Church on a Saturday afternoon, mainly to see their dresses  -very different to the activities Sophia does with her Grandmother like rowing to the other islands & building tree sculptures -  but in many ways just the same. My Nanny wore a hat to town, and refused to use a stick … yes, different but like Sophia’s Grandmother she taught me lots …  and I think her genes live on in my sewing.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Monday, Monday …

The Christmas cake fruit is now soaking in the most wonderful mixture of spices and very good alcohol –ran out of any brandy but Remy Martin so that just had to do alongside the Rum, Port, and Angostura Bitters. These bottles only see the light of day at this time of the year  -what a blessing alcohol is a preservative.

Picked up my knitting –a pair of cable mittens-  for the first time in several weeks today  … not only had I forgotten where I was in the pattern but I’d forgotten what size i was knitting. Several hours and much unpicking later I made a little progress. Good job I had the distraction of looking at all the wonderful patchwork being done by my fellow classmates at the ‘show and tell’. My aim is to put the binding on my bag and have a contribution to the ooh and wow session next week.

Poem for the online workshop is coming along –not sure I’ve working to the brief  but I do have a draft of something unrelated to music that was inspired by listening to music –yesterdays accompaniment on my walk down Water Lane, in the fog and without a map –not really very wise so I’ve now ordered a local OS map for further and more knowledgeable progress in that direction.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Brush strokes

Sunday morning reading –the first part of Julian Barnes The Sense of an Ending –what a joy. To tell about things that matter as if they might, only might not matter: to brush lightly aside aspects of possible importance and bring lowlights to centre stage. A casualness that grabs attention, slips the reader into harness with the writer or put another way, is an invitation to be alongside, not quite in cahoots. I was soon wearing the fabric of the story, trying this and then that on, for size, for a fit with  

Watching A Round Heeled Woman gave a similar feel to Barnes’ style … the audience as the audience we often use to try out our ideas with, that we need to dissolve, dissemble, and, yes, to confess to.

Just noticed that it has taken to midday for the Sunday morning mist to clear … blue sky out there now for a few hours. 

Friday, November 18, 2011

Writing, memory and bells

Lots to think about this week after my poetry tutorial. Also spent time getting to grips with school attainment data and the concept of Value Added which, I think, is the education mantra of the moment of the Coalition Gov., and, in contrast, delighted in a second read of The Vanishing Act of Esme Lennox. Thank you Maggie O’Farrell for such a powerful story, told with a light touch –able to make me laugh and cry on the same page. Looking forward to discussing it at book group next week.

I’ve signed up for a second on-line poetry course –the discipline of assignment writing continues to appeal, the one this term has had the very much needed effect of keeping me to the poetry task . I’m collecting my music influenced poems together with the aim of submitting them in January. Are there patterns in my work? Maybe like Anita Desai I have Emily Dickinson’s line in my head –’Memory is a strange bell –jubilee and knell. Seven words that say so much –that sort of reduction is what I am aiming for…

Some words I heard this week. More people died in WW2 from starvation than from a bullet and there’s a strange distribution of aid in Afghanistan  -less to the peaceful north than to the war torn south apparently, asking questions about rewards for insurgency.   How to look at these big issues at a slant … mmm needs thinking about on a long walk I think.

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

A week of reading & writing

It's the writing week in my online poetry course and the assignment was to include a reference to a piece of music in a poem. As usual I struggled and then ran out of time so I went back to my stash of work in progress and looked for an early draft of something that might be enhanced by including a musical reference. At the same time the excerpts from Jeanette Winterson’s latest autobio, read on Radio 4 last week,  were still running in my head. The result is a poem called Tales about our Mothers –the feedback will be very useful, as always.  Watch this space.

More but different work on my poetry today as I compiled a group of poems of about 200 lines total for my tutorial next week with Tamar Yoseloff … made me realise that I write very short poems (mostly) … one thing to discuss with Tammy as well as my questions about starting to put together a first collection.

I’m still reading the How to be Alone essay’s –a memorable few lines this week from The Reader in Exile as Franzen quotes Sven Birkett ‘on the initial engagement with a novel “I feel a tug, The chain has settled over the sprockets, there is a feeling of meshing, then the glide forward” … a wonderful description that works for me. Its just what happened when i started Ian Rankin’s The Corrections earlier this week … sad to see Rebus go but Fox replaces him with ease and interest.

One final thing … I’ve just discovered May Sarton’s work, I found her through a Twitter follow and now have her selected work to browse. So far I’ve read a few poems –I really admire the craft of this one. It swerves gently around the subject keeping on track with honest language and uses the sonnet form and half rhymes to effect. A great example of how to write an unsentimental elegy capable of bringing meaning  to the individual reader.

My Father's Death By May Sarton
After the laboring birth, the clean stripped hull
Glides down the ways and is gently set free,
The landlocked, launched; the cramped made bountiful--
Oh, grave, great moment when ships take the sea!
Alone now in my life, no longer child,
This hour and its flood of mystery,
Where death and love are wholly reconciled,
Launches the ship of all my history.
Accomplished now is the last struggling birth,
I have slipped out from the embracing shore
Nor look for comfort to maternal earth.
I shall not be a daughter any more,
But through this final parting, all stripped down,
Launched on the tide of love, go out full grown.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Mole Valley Poets and Poetry Society Stanza Group Events: Autumn 2011


The Mole Valley Poets/The Poetry Society Stanza Group ran an enjoyable Poetry in the Community event at the Star Pub, Dorking on September 27th, 2011. There were readings, creative activities, and lively chat in a hospitable atmosphere where the acoustics were good, the audience joined in and poetry flowed from pen to paper to stage. Congratulations to Kevin Connelly who won the loudest applause prize for his list poem (see below). Our thanks to landlord Ian for hosting us once again; we hope to see you there in 2012.
The List
A rather dented Walker’s shortbread tin
That makes a rattley noise. Contained within
a deck of cards, complete but for the hearts
a model Messerschmitt with missing parts
three football cards signed by Nobby Stiles
a V and I that once were scrabble tiles
nine Chinese checkers, seven pawns from chess
a Barbie doll, sans head, and missing dress
one childhood, only slightly damaged.
©Kevin C Connolly 27-09-11

Our links with the community continued in October as part of the Mole Valley Arts Alive Festival. Tamar Yoseloff was our Sofa Poet on the 10th; we were back in the front room of the hospitable Lincoln Arms with pens, paper and the anticipation of writing by request on an unknown topic. Tamy eased us into the poetry mode with work from her new collection The City with Horns and her thoughts on narrative in poetry. She spoke of the challenge of this when writing very short poems, about the need to capture archetypes, to suggest and the use of symbolism. We were also introduced to the idea of writing poetry that begins with a flashforward: so good to have a suggestion for an approach to writing a poem that borrows from another genre. From this, and our imaginations and experiences, we wrote and shared our first drafts –it’s amazing how strong these can be and we listened to many examples around the table. The evening finished with more of Tamy’s poems, including some of those linked to the work of Jackson Pollack.  Thank you, Tamy, for an inspiring evening.
On October 27th members of MVP participated in an evening of poetry, dramas and short stories in the Mezz Bar, Leatherhead Theatre, organised by Trevor Danby.  Poets read from their own work, others read their short stories and poems from the English canon were performed by two guest actors. In between, we all become part of the scene for three one act plays. A great way to enjoy local talent ... let’s hope this initiative continues. 
Finally, on the 31st, as the last Arts Alive event, Mole Valley Poets hosted an open mic event, again in the Lincoln Arms. Our Poetry Pub has become a mix of music and poetry and we welcomed a guitar duo with a repertoire of 60’s music that remains contemporary. It was also an evening to celebrate the publication of the new MVP anthology Seen and Not Heard and to hear some of the poems it contains and from visiting poets, who had travelled from near and far to join us. We heard a melange of poetry: long performance pieces, personal work about family and travel, many with the unplanned theme of the sea!  Thank you to everyone who read, played and listened.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Writing in public

That's what I've just been doing ... although until I read this http://www.nybooks.com/blogs/nyrblog/2011/oct/12/take-care-your-little-notebook/ I was unaware that I was -writing in public - that is. An almost perfect afternoon: walking in the surprise of November sunshine, Mimi's fresh coffee and words in my notebook. And, as often but not always, one word led to another and to the first draft of a poem filled with images I hadn't known were lurking until I put pencil to paper.