tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.comments2023-10-25T00:51:23.215-07:00VentsJo Lindsay Waltonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-25909722120653919312020-09-05T17:55:23.698-07:002020-09-05T17:55:23.698-07:00Cool. I gotta come...
yet, you gotta come
to Seven...Cool. I gotta come...<br />yet, you gotta come<br />to Seventh-Heaven, ol Gnat...-blessed b9, Catalyst4Christhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13650964620664544661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-74393797101914242622012-09-09T08:03:07.727-07:002012-09-09T08:03:07.727-07:00there's a review of the Robert Hampson publica...there's a review of the Robert Hampson publication from Crater Press:<br />Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-21624738867916862882012-03-30T05:03:53.613-07:002012-03-30T05:03:53.613-07:00My cousin recommended this blog and she was totall...My cousin recommended this blog and she was totally right keep up the fantastic work!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.bestpropertyworld.com/property-to-rent-in-sheffield.html" rel="nofollow">Property for Rent in Sheffield</a>arumugamhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03474668921039249230noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-87927049576410626472012-01-18T04:57:30.526-08:002012-01-18T04:57:30.526-08:00ah! that should be January! as in today!ah! that should be January! as in today!Nat Rahahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14464893669444719386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-16312693227740245962012-01-15T21:17:48.792-08:002012-01-15T21:17:48.792-08:00Xing the line: think 18th of February is a Saturda...Xing the line: think 18th of February is a Saturday.leedsjoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09541647197444550844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-45948252519481924112011-10-11T02:19:54.379-07:002011-10-11T02:19:54.379-07:00Mention that if I want to list this event at www.w...Mention that if I want to list this event at www.writeoutloud.net in our GigGuide I am much discouraged by copies of a graphic from which we cannot cut-and-pasteleedsjoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09541647197444550844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-23140042117640592712011-07-12T13:15:39.028-07:002011-07-12T13:15:39.028-07:00Hello Vents! I regularly organise poetry events i...Hello Vents! I regularly organise poetry events in the UK, I would like to be an editor of this blog... I'm leaving a comment, would appreciate any assistance that might come my way!<br /><br />Best wishes,<br />Jamie McGarry<br />(www.valleypressuk.com)Jamie McGarryhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11832647388923153105noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-69917636940843071052011-01-04T23:05:49.164-08:002011-01-04T23:05:49.164-08:001. the full info link doesn't work, looks like...1. the full info link doesn't work, looks like data includes a trailing space '%20'<br /><br />2. problem with including a graphic is that cannot cut and paste data across into another appn.leedsjoehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09541647197444550844noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-52876838575031820682010-09-30T15:37:17.725-07:002010-09-30T15:37:17.725-07:00I would travel the seas to see EJ Guthrie seize th...I would travel the seas to see EJ Guthrie seize the moment.<br />-Love DadAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16163998213288456252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-52659373990708270072010-04-23T09:50:00.828-07:002010-04-23T09:50:00.828-07:00Damn, I wish I could be there.
-WendellDamn, I wish I could be there.<br />-WendellAnonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16163998213288456252noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-36472880680432831012010-01-26T10:56:30.335-08:002010-01-26T10:56:30.335-08:00Ooh corrected now. What a thpazzmatron
xxOoh corrected now. What a thpazzmatron<br /><br />xxJo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-40508807428095555372010-01-26T05:26:45.442-08:002010-01-26T05:26:45.442-08:00this reading is actually on the 8th February (hasn...this reading is actually on the 8th February (hasn't happened yet).<br /><br />The January 19th was in fact by Rob of Holloway & Tim of AtkinsNat Rahahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14464893669444719386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-59009698671313858802009-12-10T05:40:04.654-08:002009-12-10T05:40:04.654-08:00Michael Zand will also be reading at Diverse Deeds...Michael Zand will also be reading at Diverse Deeds on the 16th !Nat Rahahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14464893669444719386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-50885342085454613152009-10-31T01:39:54.341-07:002009-10-31T01:39:54.341-07:00bergvall aint doin it no more. peeps ain't de...bergvall aint doin it no more. peeps ain't deservin of a label.ninerrorshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09286987719572429283noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-21153571641064666522009-10-09T14:35:44.664-07:002009-10-09T14:35:44.664-07:00the Peeps himself!the Peeps himself!Nat Rahahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14464893669444719386noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-37765775463856175112009-08-09T03:41:23.931-07:002009-08-09T03:41:23.931-07:00Some pictures at Sharon's blog ...
http://pec...Some pictures at Sharon's blog ...<br /><br />http://peckhaminfurs.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_07.htmlJo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-71848798616007213242009-05-08T11:32:00.000-07:002009-05-08T11:32:00.000-07:00Jeff explains what happned.<A HREF="http://canarywoof.blogspot.com/2009/05/xing-line-may-7-2009.html" REL="nofollow">Jeff explains what happned.</A>Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-45516090895950152952009-05-05T07:12:00.000-07:002009-05-05T07:12:00.000-07:00Audio of event at
http://badpress.infinology.net/...Audio of event at<br /><br />http://badpress.infinology.net/Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-43825919428225690402009-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:002009-05-05T07:11:00.000-07:00BARRY:
"The paintings on the wall were by Robert ...BARRY:<br /><br />"The paintings on the wall were by Robert Mangold, made from the early to mid-'80s. Paintings full of breath. The last day of the exhibition is the 8th, this Friday, and it is well worth going out of your way to see it if you haven't."Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-38123653297146814442009-05-05T07:10:00.000-07:002009-05-05T07:10:00.000-07:00IF YOU ARE STEVE WILLEY NEXT IS YOU GO:
"As both ...IF YOU ARE STEVE WILLEY NEXT IS YOU GO:<br /><br />"As both Malcom and Barry both observed there was a massive shift in register and tone from the first half to second half. I am not quite sure where I would place the second sequence, it seems so different to much of what is being written at the moment. Hazily I recall semantic shifts from concepts of maternal labour into the concept of Division of Labour mediated through notions of sound and their relation to language (it was all really well done). Passages that leapt out and have stayed in my mind concern toys, the relationship of the toy to love, and how one intends love. The work seemed to be saying something new in relation to both. At some point there was a shift into the outside space (the larger toy) of the park; the toy as object vs the toy as environment. I remember silver branches shaking and a baby standing. There were some doubts as to whether books would be allowed to be sold as the Parasol Unit it is a non profit gallery. However, books were sold and I picked up three books: 1) Boomer Console - Chris Goode (2) Embrace - Andrea Brady (3) What Fell Out In Life - Matt Fytche. <br /><br /><br />Further memorable condensations in the poem were : pretty nappies that leak, their hinges and contraptions (and then at some point later) the sprung and unsprung rhythms of some kind of, soon to be digested, Poundian Pizza. I think I recall somewhere within the poetic articulation a cry of the baby set within an environment of constant noise, rhythms of consumption and exchange, bodies spawning bodies and the muscularity of it all. I noticed the reading was recorded for the BL Sound Archive. The audience sat on circular wicker cushions which at some point Andrea suggested should be redistributed amongst the audience (some had two, others one, some none). Interestingly, the audience remained resolutely steadfast in their stillness and the cushion situation remained unchanged. I had one cushion so can't grumble. Does any one recall who the art work on the gallery wall was by."Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-58512877442573560052009-05-05T07:09:00.000-07:002009-05-05T07:09:00.000-07:00BARRY SCHWABSKY write:
"Just to pick up briefly o...BARRY SCHWABSKY write:<br /><br />"Just to pick up briefly on what Malcolm said, I want to emphasize the difference between the two parts of Andrea's reading. The work in the first part--and this is in common with other work of hers that I have read--generally had a definite rhetorical impulse behind its apparent divagations. (I wonder if this isn't something she picks up from her academic work on 17th century literature, to some extent.) Its address is fundamentally public. The work in the second half seemed at once more intimate/lyrical and more prosaic."Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-56081400121895493362009-05-05T06:48:00.000-07:002009-05-05T06:48:00.000-07:00MALC PHILLIPS write:
"[...] Since no-one else has...MALC PHILLIPS write:<br /><br />"[...] Since no-one else has jumped in and the blur of the bank holiday weekend is now behind me: Andrea read at the Parasol Unit last Thursday evening, from new work forthcoming in book form in the first half and from a new, long sequence in the second.<br /><br />The poems in the first half picked up where Embrace left off, occasional poems with strange yet critically decided transitions between all the phenomena of Western daily life, characterised best perhaps by one poem which, we were forewarned, moved from the mythical iconography of the New Jersey Turnpike as featured in the opening credits of the Sopranos to the site of the wedding party in Afghanistan bombed from the air by US pilots. Elsewhere there was also a newly direct address to relationships and the roles they confer, in one love poem in particular, that foreshadowed the content of the second half.<br /><br />In that second half Andrea read from a new sequence that intersperses poems with discursive prose pieces addressed directly to Andrea's young daughter Ayla. Those prose pieces were given dates but we were told firmly that they were not journal entries. This work was an occasion for me to realise how little literature on motherhood I have read: nevertheless I find it difficult to believe there will be much writing on motherhood that is like this. Its directness is startling, particularly in the context of experimental poetry readings which so rarely employ that kind of sustained, foregrounded address, unless in polemic or absurd form. There was at one point a very touching and closely observed passage that sought, against the Kleinian image of the primitive and devouring child, to substitute a model of infant generosity and invention. I'd never heard anything like this piece and I hope others get to hear it soon [...]"Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-61947160759017245522009-04-30T06:58:00.000-07:002009-04-30T06:58:00.000-07:00LUKE ROBERTS SAY:
I thought I’d write a little re...LUKE ROBERTS SAY:<br /><br />I thought I’d write a little report on the Ian Patterson and Tom Raworth reading in Cambridge which took place on Friday night, partly to get my own thoughts a little clearer and partly because I think such an event deserves a lingering of attention. It took in a room above some squash courts in Queens’ College which I thought was a great space – I have what may be a false memory of the evening light coming in through the trees and fading slowly as Ian read the entirety of his new book, The Glass Bell. It was meant to be a launch reading, but there was unfortunately some mix-up which meant that the book<br />wasn’t available on the night, but it’s apparently going to be on the Barque Press website this week.<br /><br />The start of Ian’s reading was marked a little by this frustration, I think, but over the course of the three sections it became clear that this is a major work. It’s based partly on Derrida’s Glas, a text which I know nothing about. Hopefully at some point those more knowledgeable than I will be able to elucidate the importance of this. To describe the text a little, it’s in seven-line stanzas full of dense phoneme patterning maybe a little reminiscent of Prynne’s Blue Slides at Rest. Buried in my inbox I find Keston’s comments on the 2nd section, ‘Glossolalia’, published in Axolotl Magazine last summer:<br /><br />“I think it's pretty extremely fabulous. I've not seen anything quite like it, or I think I've not. There are likenesses of course, but there's something in it, in its handling of nearly regular accentual verse perhaps especially, that pulls it quite a distance from, say, recent books by Prynne, which might be the among the points of plausible comparison at first sight.”<br /><br />Quite. Another likeness might be Rodefer’s Four Lectures; The Glass<br />Bell contains a similarly sustained poetic of statement, though the juxtapositions are less abrupt. It sweeps all over the place with great beauty and no small degree of barely contained anger. I have ‘Glossolalia’ in front of me and I should quote a section to give an idea:<br /><br /> Foreclosure and undermine. Sign seen writhing in the marsh<br /> advanced against sound, same noise plays to a glance<br /> and turns the viewer to stone. Do some vandalism<br /> on flowers, eagles, campsites and stations. Fail us,<br /> trick us, parcel real sensation up into a stink of nostalgia<br /> cash machines arrayed in furs throwing up over the parapet<br /> finished, unfinished no end subjected until nobody sees it:<br /><br />Ian’s reading, as I recall it, pushed this anger more and more to the front as the poem progressed. Real concentration, a text seriously worked and considered, no cheap tricks, no gimmicks. I guess there were about fifty people there, and they sat in rapt attention. I wish I could make more sense of it now, as I type this, to do the text and the reading more justice. It’s a stunning work, quite literally, and I urge everyone on the list to get a copy.<br /><br />By the time Raworth read it was dark outside (quick, someone make a ‘Clean and Well Lit’ joke). He read from two books, both, I think, due for publication some time this year. The first was a lost prose text from 1971, and it seemed to be strikingly relevant. Same political anger and frustration we encountered in Ian’s reading, though maybe with more laughs. I hadn’t seen Raworth before, though I’m familiar with the recordings. The speed, of course, was a thrill, and so was the fact that if he hadn’t told us, I doubt anyone would’ve known he was reading from a text nearly forty years old. Maybe there was a<br />little frailty in the reading, but it was fresh and the acute fierceness of observation stung even in the laughter. The second part of the reading appeared to be from a new manuscript, parts of which I recognised from Let Baby Fall. These were brief poems, about 5-10 lines each, and Raworth started at the back page and read maybe 15 or 20 of them. Someone said it was a little like a daybook, making record of daily outrage, absurdity marked in their frequently abrupt terminations. Neil Pattison and I had a conversation the day afterwards about how Raworth should really be poet laureate. No doubt he’d refuse any such position of obedience, but just imagine. The reading of the two works together, one old and one new, really impressed the sense of a life’s work in poetry, the totally admirable and beautiful dedication to it and all the difficulties that go with.<br /><br />In fact, it made a terrific pairing. My ears have been sweating, as Prynne would say, all weekend. As far as I’m concerned, the poetry being written in Britain at the moment is of the highest possible order. This reading was an encapsulation of all that’s important about it.<br /><br />See some of you in Brighton tomorrow, some of you at Parasol Unit on Thursday.<br /><br />What splendour.Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4669457869155095226.post-90250172129686095702009-04-30T01:50:00.000-07:002009-04-30T01:50:00.000-07:00GARETH FARMER WRITES:
Just to congratulate France...GARETH FARMER WRITES:<br /><br />Just to congratulate Francesca Lisette on the successful and gripping first of the 'Chlorine' readings in Brighton last night. On the bill were the Grasp press poets: hirsute warrior Luke Roberts, swaying his vibrating leg and tapping his little foot in rhythmic splendour; Francesca Lisette whose calm and concentrated reading penetrates, and Timothy Thornton, trouser braces magnificently coordinated with bovver boots, who read from his Grasp work with increasing confidence and charm. Keston S. headed up the rear and finished off the night with brio.<br /><br />The Hope in Brighton was a welcoming and clammy host of the evening. Fran introduced the poets to an assembly of poet-tasters numbering in the mid-range of the thirties and receiving booze from a pleasant bar.<br /><br />Luke Roberts, smelting under the heat of a yellow gel spot light, water supping voraciously, read from his Grasp Press work _Witness Protection_ which contains the two super poems 'With Abandon' and 'The Pretty Redhead'. Also featured were the poems 'Spanning What Exactly' for Neil Pattison and 'Blacking Out Quietly & Underwater'. There were other poems and they were excellent. I continue to be intrigued by the objet maritime in Luke's work and have connected this with his water-quaff and bath fetish (and reading Apollinaire in them). Luke happily gifted his pamphlet to me as well as the two poems on foolscap for all of which I was grateful particularly as he sacrificed an eyeball to book-binding tape to fashion the pamph. Luke is an impassioned CHampion of poetry and I quite agree with him when he said to me that there are extremely exciting things going on in contemporary poetry at the moment. His work and efforts contribute to such.<br /><br />Francesca read calmly and surely from Grasp Press's _Tar Orchid_ as well as a number of other poems, one of which was dedicated to Prynne "if he'll have it". It seems to me that Fran is on to something in her poetry which her new sequence (I can't remember its title, sorry) extends and deepens. Characters, twisted and mal-formed by the social clamour out of her poems with an edgy beauty. I can't describe it, but can recommend it. Watch the assured space.<br /><br />After a short break Timothy Thorton stepped up and read from Grasp's _Now Vulgate_ and another long set of poems. I have just read _Now Vulgate_ which I picked up at the book 'stall' as was struck by its careful detail and sense of lonely intricacy: from 'Now Vulgate' (I hope he doesn't mind):<br /><br />her sheer spirit in brilliant blue swaddled among<br />the singing lint them. Only now confirmedly athetoid<br />in the factory is there moonlight everywhere, on<br /> everything. It looks<br /> back. It<br />looks sharp to the wax city, walls and ruck anti-<br />thixotropic on the carousel, it hands well inside<br />the all of you on your raw knees in a goose-V found.<br /><br />His reading was soft and nervy but caring, delicate. This perhaps sounds glib but the care and pathos invested in the lines was compelling. He also read from a thin-leafed paper pamphlet which he grasped in fingerless gloved hands. Towards the end he kept asking if his time was up (reading-wise) but I agreed with Fran that he could "read as much as he liked" and when he finished I wanted to hear more. This is first time I've heard and read Timothy's work and I like it.<br /><br />Keston came last, fresh off the plane from his WORLD tour of Chicago with Mr Prynne. He started with a poem dedicated to the thoroughly lovely Jonty Tiplady "finished just today". It was great and reminded me of his translations of some of Jean-Michel Espitallier's poems. Slowly and carefully read it was a treat to start off the reading. Next came a poem from _The Rictus Flag_ requested by Luke Roberts and read with great energy. Keston then read a short prose work which was intriguing, absurd and highly enjoyable. Last up was 'Roger Ailes' from _Neocosis_ which is a superb poem capturing, culling and stuffing the Fox propaganda machine and all its contorted logic. The repetition of 'fuck all that' had me nasal laughing every time. A splendid reading from a splendid poet.<br /><br />A great evening and one highly recommended. Well done Fran. There should be pictures of the event up soon at:<br /><br />http://chlorine-readings.blogspot.com<br /><br />and fer god's sake buy the pamphlets at:<br /><br />http://www.grasp-press.co.uk<br /><br />What splendour indeed...Jo Lindsay Waltonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03385802548895720626noreply@blogger.com