A quick keep-your-hand-in post this week…as we’ve been out .
It took until Friday to finally feel like I’m back in the land of the living, but the dreaded Covids have worn off. I need to be careful, and am going easy on the return to running, and I was absolutely knackered by end of play on Friday, but fingers crossed for the way forward.
One thing that did come out of the ill ness was watching a few thing I’ve been meaning to watch. One of which was the BBC’s Art That Made Us series. It’s been fascinating so far. I’m trying to watch stuff that’s a bit more in the brain food department, but it’s tricky when Flo is watching Grey’s Anatomy marathons, so I have ti take the moments when I can.
I watched an episode (Art That Made Us, not Grey’s Anatomy) that featured a section about the translation of the Bible into Welsh during the reign of Mary Queen of Scots, so imagine my surprise when searching for a poem for this week…I have just grabbed the nearest thing to hand…it happens to be the latest Rialto.
A random flick through and I landed on the poem below by Maura Dooley. You can see why I chose it. Oh yes, this week has seen the arrival of the latest Poetry Wales, so there’s that too.
Unenglished
Maura Dooley, The Rialto #98
On the desk a bible in Welsh is open at the Psalms
and like the woman who arrived with a pheasant
and sat to pluck it on the summer lawn – the feathers
taken by the wind to the four corners of the earth
as the naked bird stiffened on the grass
so I knock at the door of this language, its double dds
and double Ils, its simmering beauty, and hear how
to baste and roast it to plump goodness,
the house herby and steamy with new flavours,
sharing the succulent dish with any who would try.
In other news, it’s been a weekend of two halves. An acceptance from Acumen (having been on a longlist) and a declining by Northern Gravy – also having been on a longest. You win some, you loose some, you look winsome…
Right, ice cream and a can of Lucky Saint awaits
THE LAST TWO WEEKS IN STATS
3K running. Post Covid recovery begins here
1 week of taking a hard look at myself
0ish (at least) journeys to dance lessons and back for Flo
1 rejections:
0 new poem finished:
7 poems worked on: Dad’s Shed, Riches, Ash. Signs, Working With My Dad, Spider That Bit Peter Parker, Settling
0 poems published:
0 submissions:
1 acceptances: Acumen
9 poems are currently out for submission.
5 poems left to submit beyond makeweights
78 Published poems
37 Poems* finished by unpublished
25 poems* in various states of undress
554 Rejected poems* Eg I’ve decided they are not good enough
0 reviews finished:
1 review submitted: Julia Duke at London Grip
2 reviews to write: How the fuck did that happen…
4 days without cigarettes…I was doing so well..tried one on Thursday..Mistake.
0 Days since drinking. had a beer today (and Thursday and Saturday)
0 sleepless nights:
1 more week that I’m not having an affair with Eva Green
* To date, not this week. Christ!!
READ/SEEN/HEARD/ETC
Read
John Glenday: Selected Poems
Richie McCaffery: Summer / Break
Zooms:
None
Music
Rich Ruth: Calming Signals
Tallies: Patina, ST
The Wooden Sky: If I Don’t Come Home You’ll Know I’m Gone
Blossom Dearie: ST
Andrew Tuttle: Fleeting Adventure
Orbital: The Alltogether
Sam Prekop & John McEntire: Sons of
The Reds, Pinks & Purples: Still Clouds At Noon
Idlewild: 100 Broken Windows
The Shadows: Specs Appeal
Sleater-Kinney: The Woods
Owen Pallett: Heartland
Giant Sand: Center of the Universe, Ramp
The Orlons: I’ll Be True
Come: Don’t Ask Don’t Tell
Jonathan Richman: Not So Much To Be Love As To Love
The Chemical Brothers: Dig Your Own Hole
Thalia Zedek Band: Been Here And Gone
Ben E. King.: Supernatural Thing, Seven Letters
Jonathan Edwards: Sailboat
Kathryn Williams: Night Drives
Interpol: ST
The Cure: Wish
Neil Finn: Dizzy heights
Giant Sand; Valley of Rain
Suede: ST
The Counts: Love Sign
The Bevis Frond: Valedictory Songs
Laura Veirs: Found Light
Kelly Lee Owens: Inner Song
Watched
The Art That Made Us
The Good Wife
Breeders
Sandman
The Lazarus Project
Ordered
Jack Little: Slow Leaving
Raceme #13
Arrived
Christopher James: The Storm In The Piano
Poetry Wales
Jack Little; Slow Leaving
John McCullough: Panic Response
Holly Hopkins: The English Summer