Update, March 2019

I’ve been busy drafting an article for a critical anthology on W.H. Davies. This is a good example of one of those projects which come at you from nowhere, and –  rather than sit there deliberating over whether I’d have enough academic ballast on him to write trickanything decent –   I found myself saying yes and there I was, ordering editions in and looking for obscure out-of-print books. The project was proposed around 18 months ago, which means I wasn’t exactly expecting it to happen by the time it reached the end of 2018. Suddenly off it went, with me being dragged along in its wake; and it did a great deal to restore my confidence after another rejection from the ACE creative development awards.

Now, I know I’m not the only poet being rejected by the arts juggernaut that is ACE. On the week when their decisions were announced, Twitter resounded to the yelps of successful clients –  and a thickening silence accompanied by tumbleweed from all those ‘others’ who weren’t successful. It doesn’t do to announce disappointment, does it? We’re supposed to be humble and chastened, grateful that our little plans are forwarded in through the portal. And when it doesn’t work out, we’re supposed to get ourselves booked onto a workshop and learn how to jump through those hoops again. This was only my second time of applying, and quite frankly, life is too short. Why am I jumping through hoops instead of writing my stuff? I’m a poet, so it’s not going to result in much financial profit whichever way I look at it. Besides, when the earlier round of awards were announced, I downloaded the spreadsheet which told me all the details on who got what, and where. It didn’t surprise me to learn that nobody (yes, nobody) in my big rural county had received one, even though half of it is recognised as a poverty zone and the cultural services have been decimated. The East Midlands cities on the other hand, did get a couple of grants, whereas Bristol had an astonishing 6 literary development awards. You can work out this conundrum for yourselves –  if you are isolated through no fault of your own, if you aren’t in one of those pre-designated ‘centres of excellence’, just how likely is it that your application will succeed?

At the end of January I had a wonderful evening with the PoetryWired crowd in Nottingham – this little indie cafe is an oasis in the shopping district, perfect as a venue for readings. I was last there in 2015 –  the picture on my Homepage is from the previous reading –  and I had a whale of a time performing recent work and being interviewed by Rory Waterman, no less. He asked ‘what character would I be, if I was a children’s book?’ and I admitted to Millie, in Millie’s Marvellous Hat, by Satoshi Kitamura. I knew the wired 2019picture-books from working at Grantham Library, and there is such expressiveness and off-kilter kindness in his images. I even have a yellow mac like Millie’s, although I’m pleased to say that whenever I go into a hat-shop I usually have something in my purse.

Great, I went to Verve at last! Job dates intervened on previous years, and so with mounting excitement I set off for Birmingham this time round, hoping to partake of the unique festival. I’ve also never been to the old Birmingham Rep, and I was interested to go there too because of its associations with the original Georgian poets in 1913-14. However, on being told by one of the headliners about the differences between Stage & Page and Hierarchical v. Working Class styles of poeting, I was ready to throw paper-balls at the platform. Do Your Eng. Lit! I wanted to shout. This very theatre what you are standing in Was Actually Used By Performing Poets Who Did Popular Writin. So stop right there, sunshine, and look in the archives. The same event alerted me to the Sleaford Mods though, and I’ve since caught their work a few times on BBC6 Music. If you can take post-punk rants accompanied by minimalist thudding, it’s just the thing to liven up the brain when you’re in danger of becoming middle class.

 

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