After some good acceptance news in the middle of the week—I know you’re all desperately hanging in there and waiting for my annual “stat attack”; it’s coming, I promise—the week has drawn to a close on a sad note.
We had to say good bye to our beloved cat, Wilbur, on Friday. The poor lad has been poorly for a while. We thought we’d lost him in the summer, but he seemed to rally. However, the last few days saw him take a downward turn, and after a trip to the V.E.T’s on Wednesday it was decided there was nothing could be done for him. My wife and I took him on on Friday and let’s just say that there were tears…
While I think he left us with some lives in the bank – he was more of a lover than a fighter, he certainly had more than his share of names. Florence had named him Wilbur after the cat from Winnie The Witch. She adored those books when we got him about 9 years ago, so Wilbur it was to be. My choice of Alan was rejected, but one day I will prevail.
However, on top of Wilbur there was also: Prince Fur I, Captai, El Capitano, Prince Floof, Prince Wilbur of Catland, The Floof, Floofy Bollocks, Old Floofy Bollocks, The Bollock, Little Twat, His Nibs, Mr Wilb, Mr Wilbs, Knobhead, Knobbo, El Knobbo, Knobbolino The Riches Cat, El Knobbolino, Lad, The Lad, Laddo, The Wanker, Little Man, Prince Fluffy Trousers, Shithead, Best Boy, Handsome Prince, Sausage Chops, Wilbo Baggins and almost certainly many other names that I’ve forgotten.
Fare thee well, Knobbo.
There are always articles floating round that try and define the poetry experience, or what is poetry, etc. I can’t think of any that have ever precisely nailed it. I’m not sure there ever will be, or even needs to be, but I quite enjoyed this quote from Roy Marshall this week.
THE WEEK IN STATS
1 car breakdown- but not mine. Although it was in the same spot on the same night a week later. Weird.
1 car battery bought and fitted
1 precious cat lost, 1 cat still left
1 house decorated for Xmas
1 pint of blood given
0 rejection: this week
0 poems finished:
1 poems worked on: Nature Abhors a Vacuum but I bloody love it
2 submissions: Mary Evans Picture Library, The High Window
1 acceptance: Mary Evans Picture Library
32 poems currently out for submission.
72 Published poems*: Was 69, but one was not used in the end, having been accepted.
40 Poems* finished by unpublished
25 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
3 reviews to write: How did that happen, I’ve gone from 1 to do to having more…Hmmm
1 day without cigarettes…I was doing well…
0 Days since drinking
1 sleepless nights: This is not a development I approve of
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green
* To date, not this week. Christ!!
Uh Huh, etc
Naomi Foyle: Importents
Poetry London 100
Olafur Arnalds: Eulogy for Evolution, Dyad 1909, And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness
Octopus Project: Hello Avalanche
Demon Fuzz: Afreaka
Matthew Halsall: Salute To The Sun (Live)
Arooj Aftab: Vulture Prince
Deep Throat Choir: In Order To Know You
Massacre Massacre: Bunkaa 1
Fleet Foxes : A Very Lonely Solstice
Don Cherry: Live At Cafe Monmartre
Old Canes: Early Morning Hymns
Andrew Scott/Ryan Jewell/Ryley Walker: Post Wook
Explosions In The Sky: Those Who Tell The Truth, The Wilderness, Take Care Take Care Take Care
Caspian: The Four Trees
Bardo Pond: Amanita, Vol. 1, Dilate, LapsedBalmorhea: The Wind
Pearl Jam: Vitalogy, Riot Act
Michael Nesmith: Texas Fighter, Pretty Much your Standard Ranch Stash, Magnetic South, Tropical Campfires
Endless Boogie: Admonition
Unwed Sailor: Heavy Age, Look Alive
The Verb: Repair Episode
The Foxhole Companion
Friday Night Lights
The Green Knight
The Nine Pens Poetry Evening via Zoom
Stuart Carswell: Earthworks