Sunday, 18 March 2012

Poem for Mothers' Day

While it Lasted

One day when I was thirteen, my mother’s hands fell off.
They rolled under the table, giving the cat a bit of a turn.
We looked at them but they gave no sign,
a couple of twitches and that was that.
Mum stood at the chopping board as still as a goalpost.

Dad made her lie on the chaise and put on the potatoes.
She lay holding her bloody stumps high
so they wouldn’t make a mess of the gold velvet.
Dad cooked the dinner and dished up.
We gave her a plate too but how could she eat it?
“Don’t mind me,” she said.
I gave her a bite of my ham and all of my broccoli.

Dad asked if he should call the doctor.
“I don’t want to make a fuss.”
The cat jumped on her lap but, having no hands,
Mum couldn’t stroke her or tip her off.
She rubbed her head against my mother’s cheek
then left to wind in and out of my legs instead
purring, which she never did before.

“You go off and enjoy yourself,” Mum said
so I went and watched Top of the Pops
with the door shut, tied up my school blouse,
danced on the rug like Pan’s People
and didn’t turn down the volume for the loud ones.
Dad asked if she wanted to go to the pub.
“I don’t want to be in the way,” she said
and read the same page of the paper over and over.

The next day I made my own school lunch
and had toast for breakfast instead of Weetabix.
Dad put Mum’s hands neatly in a Tupperware box
and stored them next to the lentils.
“Don’t worry about me,” said Mum. “I’ll get by.”

Weeds grew, dust gathered and the cat shed ginger hairs.
We lived on fish and chips and Chinese.
Dad shopped and washed, I cooked and cleaned.
We gave up ironing and cabbage and mowing the lawn.
Mum’s stumps healed up nicely.
On the shelf next to the mouldy lentils,
her hands shrivelled like marigold seeds.

Then the cat caught a blackbird, ate it
and sicked it up all over the hall floor.
We stared at the lake of vomit and feathers.
“It was good while it lasted,” Mum sighed.
She opened the Tupperware with her teeth,
screwed both hands back in
and filled the bucket with hot soapy water.


Included in my dinky poetry book, Some Poems, available to buy here for €4 or £4 P&P included.
Why not buy a copy for your mother, aunt or child?
There's a review here

Friday, 16 March 2012

Poets to Check Out - Neil Gaiman

Neil Gaiman, the gifted storyteller, does poetry too. I read this one in a book of his short stories - highly recommended.

Thursday, 15 March 2012

Poetry on the Lake International Competition

Deadline: 15th April 2012

3 Categories:
Open (max.60 lines), adjudicator Gillian Clarke, Welsh National Poet
Formal (max 40 lines) adjudicator Carole Baldock, editor of Orbis
Short (max 10 lines) adjudicator Christopher North

Suggested but not obligatory theme: 'Beastly'
Each adjudicator will read all the poems in his/her category.

Prizes:
Overall winner: Silver Wyvern and €400
Please note: the overall winner will be chosen from the winners of all three categories

Two prizes of €200 each to winners of other two categories.

Three runners-up prizes (one in each category) of €100 each

Prizewinners who come in person will also receive, besides the cash prize, an object of design awarded by Alessi

EXTRA: 10 minute readings at Celebration for all prizewinners present and the first three poems in the Formal category will be offered publication in Orbis.

Fees:
Postal entries: £5 per poem or €12 for 2 poems or $10 per poem from November till end March.
Postmarked April:£6 or €15 or $15 per poem
Email entries (preferably as Word attachments) to poetryonthelake(at)yahoo.co.uk):

£7 per poem or €15 ( for two poems) or $15 per poem.
Critique service: £10 or €15 or $20 per poem, max 40 lines.

Link here

Wednesday, 14 March 2012

Writing Facts in Fiction

This applies just as much to poems as to fiction, plays, whatever.

When you read a piece of fictional writing and there is a specific fact in it, a reference to something that everyone knows or recognises, it makes the writing suddenly more real, more personal to the reader.

Use a visual detail such as the doilies so carefully described in Elizabeth Bishop's poem Filling Station that you can see them and you can see their history too. Did the doilies exist? Did Elizabeth Bishop see them and take out her notebook to jot down some details? I don't know for sure. I'd bet a tankful of unleaded that she did though.

It's the specificity that does it.

Philip Larkin's Whitsunday Weddings has so much specificity, the tim, the colours of the going away clothes. I believe it happened. I feel like I was there too, leaning out of the windows of the hot train. I can almost smell the dust and sunshine.

So be specific. If you mention a dog, tell us the breed. Rotweiler? Labrador? Pooch? If you mention cake, is it Victoria sponge? Swiss Roll? Battenburg? If the place stinks, is it rotten fish? Sewage or exhaust fumes? Think about the five senses and drag the reader alongside.

Tuesday, 13 March 2012

Interview with the poet, Barbara Smith

Barbara Smith was a recent reader at the Oxfam Spring into Poetry series in London. A first collection, Kairos, was published in 2007. Her work has been shortlisted and awarded prizes, such as at Scotland’s Wigtown Poetry Competition 2009 and the Basil Bunting Award to name a few. She is hard at work on the 'dreaded' second collection, 'The Angel's Share', due this year.

Hello Barbara and welcome. How did you first get into poetry?
 

I always loved English, I was an early reader and devoured books growing up. I got into poetry through a great English teacher I had. I went to a convent school in Newry and we had one of those teachers who is able to make poetry come alive. I remember vividly poems such as
'In a Station of the Metro,' by Ezra Pound, as an introduction to the idea of how poetry worked in images; brief but startling - where people's faces became 'petals on a wet, black bough'. All that compression seemed intriguing. Later on Sr. Olive introduced us to Wilfred Owen, Ted Hughes and an especial favourite from school, Robert Frost. I can still remember her reading 'Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening.'

Later on in my late teens I took to scribbling lyrics for a band I was in- they were rubbish! the lyrics I mean, not the band. Later still,in my twenties, I met someone who was into poetry; reading it well as writing it. We would share work and criticism, and I then joined a group, which was helpful in getting my work straight.

Why did you decide to do the MA in Queens University, Belfast?

I did the MA in Queen's sort of by accident. I went back to study English Literature, as a mature student in my 30s, with the Open University. In my last year of my primary degree, I thought I would do a module on Creative Writing, as I had been writing poetry. I wanted to try out writing stories as well. Anyway, I was thinking of doing a MA in Queen's, but in Irish Literature, not writing. I met a poet whose work I admired, Todd Swift, at a reading of his work in Galway. He knew my work too, and he thought I was mad not doing the MA in CW. I remember him mentioning Medbh McGuckian and Ciaran Carson, and thinking that he had a point. I came home and changed the registration, and the rest is history. The MA was terrific, and really helped my work to grow immensely, as well as giving me much more confidence in my poetic capabilities. I had a few competition placings as well, which helped too!

You teach creative writing yourself. Do you have any classes coming up? 

I have been teaching CW in Dundalk to a very capable group of writers, but alas, they don't need me anymore- one lassie in particular is now turning up on competition shortlists everywhere, and she won the Fish Short Short a few years ago. We still keep in contact and I meet them regularly at reading events around Dundalk. They are very proactive in writing! At present I work for Meath VEC in Adult Education and I would use a lot of the CW techniques I have to encourage people to tell stories or write poems - whatever gets them turned back on to writing!

What do you think about the question of how much writing can be taught and how
much is unteachable?


I think that in the whole nature vs nurture thing in CW, you can't teach imagination. That's the key element. You can show people techniques; how story is constructed; how alliteration works in a poem; the job that rhyme does - but you've got to have people there that are into wanting to know more. This argument is a little like saying painters are born, they learn nothing in classes or college. Of course they learn more - but they already had the raw talent to start with!

What would a new writer look for in a writing class or one-off workshop?

If I were a new writer looking for a class or a workshop, I'd probably be looking at the name running it - if I was a new writer I'd be reading a lot of contemporary Irish writing and I'd know who I liked and perhaps want to attend classes by writers I'd admire. I'd maybe look at the Irish Writers Centre website and also ask locally in my own region. Each area has an arts officer and they are only too glad to point you in the 'write' direction! You can find a local arts officer by looking at the co co website.

What advice do you have for writers who are starting out now?

My advice to writers starting out now? Read, read, read. Read your contemporaries. Go to their launches; they're human like you and they'll appreciate your coming along. Buy their books; you'll want them to buy yours when the time comes. Go to readings, you'll hear how the work sounds and you'll get to meet other writers like you. Join a peer group or a writing club -- you can't exist in a vacuum alone. Network on FB and twitter; try blogging, you might just be good at it. Foster connections whenever you can. Do unto others as you would have them do unto you. ;)

Which magazines would you recommend for new poets to read?

I would recommend reading journals like Stinging Fly, PIR, Mslexia, if you're a woman (great tips and advice too) Crannog and Southword online. Also in the north, Abridged isn't bad either. Try getting outside Ireland too, go for Poetry London, Poetry North; or Iota is nice, and changed ownership recently too; think Templar publishing have that now. It's a good idea to subscribe to different things if you can at different times; see what's being published and who knows they might take your work too. Orbis is another one, as is The Rialto. Look at some of the writer blogs, if you aren't doing that already; some of my favourites would be Emerging Writer, Baroque in Hackney, Women Rule Writer, Eyewear, Heaven (mairead byrne's blog). Mostly women, I've just noticed, but then I am one!


What do you wish you had known when you were new at the game?

I wish I'd known more about technique in poetry; I'd always thought it was too hard or difficult. When I got into it I found it easier than I expected it to be. It's still hard, but I get it much more in other people's work now because I know how it's worked for. The other stuff I've enjoyed learning as I've gone along, so I wouldn't change that.

When I say technique, I suppose I'm referring to the poetry toolbox of rhyme, rhythm, assonance, as well as things like form - you know, sonnets, haiku etc etc. I knew very little of it when I was starting out, and I've learned a lots as I've gone along, but I suppose, to use the artist analogy again, it's a little like knowing all the different ways you can apply paint to get different effects. At the start you're just firing the words on the page like so much paint, hoping that there'll be something nice at the end. When you know what you're doing you don't even have to think of those things, it's just there (I hope!) to be drawn on as and when you need it. Not to say that you don't have to work at it; I think you have to work even harder at making it look like you do know what you're doing, when you supposedly do know. If you follow me :)

How did your first collection come about?

My first collection, Kairos came about from sending the manuscript out and getting lots of rejections. I did the Poetry Ireland Introductions series in 2005, and I was asked when my collection was coming out. I hadn't thought it was ready, but when I went home and looked at all that I had and the publishing credits I'd gathered, maybe it was time to send it and see. I tried the usual suspects in Ireland, but I hadn't heard of Doghouse before. I sent to them and then forgot all about it until a nice phone call came from their editor Noel King, telling me it was a go. That was five years ago, and it's good to be able to say that the print run is all sold.

Why do you think the second collection is dreaded?


I think the second collection is dreaded because you're hoping to surpass the first. It's got to show some growth or development past what you achieved in the first one and that's really hard to gauge when it's yourself looking at it. You can see it quicker on other people's work than you can with your own - a bit like your kids; it's only when they grow up and go away that you realise you've done a pretty good job raising them.

What have you got coming up?

The new collection should be out this year; could be early rather than later; I'm hoping to be doing some good gigs with the Poetry Divas. Anything else will be a bonus ;)

Well good luck with that. Looking forward to reading The Angel's Share.

Monday, 12 March 2012

Improbably Frequency

This sounds like a barrellful of laughs.

Presented by the acclaimed theatre group, Rough Magic and written by Arthur O'Riordan, Improbably Frequency has already won three Irish Times Theatre Awards including Best Production and Best Director.

It transports you to WWII Dublin, where a mad scientist, a cruciverbalist and a host of spies and saboteurs threaten Ireland’s neutrality. We come across the well known spy/poet John Betjeman, spy/physicist Erwin Schrödinger and spy/satirist Myles naGopaleen. Expect twists, laughs and music.

"a theatrical tour de force and quite unlike anything else you'll ever see" - The Guardian
  
“If Tom Stoppard and the novelist Jasper Fforde collaborated on a musical, it might turn out something like this … Riordan’s script has some of the funniest lyrics since The Producers: lines you are doomed to bore your friends with for days after …”  - The Sunday Times

It's on at the Gaiety theatre, Dublin for the next 2 weeks. 13 - 24 March 2012

Box office:  0818 719388
Tickets:  €15 - €49.50

Ticket deals:
Previews (13 and 14 March): all tickets €25
Bank Holiday Monday 19 March: all tickets €30



Sunday, 11 March 2012

Wedding Poems

I have been trying to write a wedding poem. It's proven harder than you would expect.
There are a lot of wedding poems on Youtube. Some of the others are just terrible, most rhyme, some are funny, some are outrageous, some are sentimental (OK most are sentimental but that's OK)

This one above is far and away the best. It's called Long Distance Bike Ride by Andrea Hope

I also found a wedding poem generator, here. See mine. I really love it.

The Last Fizz of the Day

Your skin glows like the peach,
blossoms merry as the violet in the purest hope of spring.
My heart follows your cello voice 

and leaps like a wolf at the whisper of your name.
The evening floats in on a great penguin wing.
I am comforted by your coat that I carry 

into the twilight of sparkbeams and hold next to my arm.
I am filled with hope that I may dry your tears of tonic.
As my hand falls from my hat, it reminds me of your cavan.
In the quiet, I listen for the last fizz of the day.
My heated ankle leaps to my scarf. 

I wait in the moonlight for your secret flight 
so that we may walk as one, ankle to ankle,
in search of the magnificient blue and mystical lamp of love.