This week has been a whirlwind. Monday feels like it was a century ago. I’m still not 100% convinced yesterday happened yesterday. What I am sure of is that R and I went to get our infusion the old Komorebis earlier today. Definitely today. We had a lovely walk at Nymans and saw this beautiful thing as we wandered round.
Once upon a time I’d have tried to stretch this into a post about how hard it is to capture nature well, but I’m wise enough now not to do that. I could also try and work out what eco-poetics is?
(NB: It’s “Similar to ethnopoetics in its emphasis on drawing connections between human activity—specifically the making of poems—and the environment that produces it, ecopoetics rose out of the late 20th-century awareness of ecology and concerns over environmental disaster. A multidisciplinary approach that includes thinking and writing on poetics, science, and theory as well as emphasizing innovative approaches common to conceptual poetry, ecopoetics is not quite nature poetry.” according to this glossary from Poetry Foundation.)
Instead, I’m just going to post two poems from Isabel Galleymore‘s ‘Significant Other’. I picked this off the shelf fairly randomly, but there’s two poems in there that have caught my eye. The first for the trees and because R had mentioned a pair of Blue Tits in our holly tree this morning, the second because this week has also seen us popping into our elderly neighbour’s house (with the key she gave us) four times a day to help her with eyedrops after a recent cataract op. Her TV has been up LOUD!!!!!!
Harvest
After stripping the branches of berries
the robin held a handful of seeds
in her stomach: the robin carried a tree
— in fact she secretly sowed a whole forest —
a store of bows and arrows and shields.
Years found the bird had planted a battle,
her tiny body had borne the new king.
Men looked up to the skies and blessed
or blamed the planets moving overhead.
A blackbird, meanwhile, started to pick
at fruit both armies had left.
Into The Woods
For those who want to invest in disasters,
the INCH pack includes a sling-shot,
fishing rod and tarp. It stands for
I’m Never Coming Home.
Walk into the woods and don’t look back.
I learn this from my neighbour’s watching
of Doomsday Preppers at full volume —
her October general ears believe
everyone is mumbling. On the street
she leans in uncomfortably close. Hey say
such impairments come by degrees.
We’ll be right back with Brian’s missile silo.
I give up my book, fill the kettle.
sunlight floods the living room;
the birds and branches of the papered walls
fade Ana rate not considered change.
Both poems taken from Significant Other, Carcanet. Arguably both could be considered eco-poetic, but honestly, who cares if they do or don’t. They are great.
I see she has a new pamphlet out, this has been added to the to purchase list.
This also reminds me about Isabel’s excellent poems in a recent issue of Poetry Review.
In other news, I must point you to a couple of things.
1. I think the full videos will be up on YouTube soon, but for now here’s two videos from the recent reading night
2. The latest batch of OPOI reviews are up at Sphinx, featuring my review of Kathrin Schmidt’s Twenty Poems
3. I do remember reading this article by Grayson Perry at the start of the week and thinking there’s a blog post in some of these responses, particularly his points about abandoning work and creative visions. I also remember thinking Bastard!! when I saw Roy Marshall had already had a similar idea about a post here. Roy’s posts are always excellent and useful, so read them. Read them all. His recent post (via The Friday Poem) about putting a pamphlet together is one that is starting to feel relevant to me.
THE WEEK IN STATS
1 walk in a woodland area
21K running. First longer run in ages this week (11K)
1 50th birthday party
0 hangovers
0 x acceptances
2 rejections: Definitive no from New Welsh Review and Frogmore Press
0 poem finished:
1 poem worked on: Bedside Manner
0 new submissions:
26 poems currently out for submission.
68 Published poems*: Was 69, but one was not used in the end, having been accepted.
43 Poems* finished by unpublished
26 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
1 review to write (I’ve read the book)
3 days without cigarettes…I was doing well…
0 Days since drinking
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green
* To date, not this week. Christ!!
TITLE GIVEAWAY
Deus ex macchiato
It is now appropriate to clap
READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC
Read
Mona Arshi: Dear Big Gods
Victoria Kennefick: Eat Or We All Starve
Stephen Payne: Windmill Proof, Patterns of Chance
Music
808 State: ex:el, Gorgeous, Transmission Suite
Kate; British Road Movies
The Long Blondes: Someone To Drive You Home
Nicole Atkins: Italian Ice, Mondo Amore
Mountain Man: made The Harbor
Fur: When You Walk Away
Admiral Fallow: The Idea of YouPele: Teaching The History of Teaching Geography, Elephant, A Scuttled Bender In A Watery Closet
Caspian: Live At The Larcom
Chapterhouse: Whirlpool
Pedro The Lion: Achilles Heel, Phoenix
Glenn Jones: Bob, Fleeting, This is the wind that blows it out
Pip Boom: Welcome Break, Boat
Explosions In The Sky: Live, Earth is Not A Cold Dead Place
LYR: Cascade Theory
Gracie Abrams: This Is What It Feels Like
Corrina Repp: How A Fantasy Will Kill Us All
The Archers
The Verb:
Watched
Only Murders In The Building
New Girl S3
The Walking Dead
Succession
Shetland
Taskmaster
Ordered
Balloons
Arrived
Balloons
Sadly, Bubonique’s excellent tribute to Michael Nyman isn’t on any streaming or video services, but if you email me I will send you a copy.