Happy World Poetry Day

undefinedBy Anita Sethi

Celebrating 45 years of Enitharmon Press – An evening with Carol Ann Duffy, Simon Armitage, Helen Dunmore, Michael Longley and Seamus Heaney. 

“We know we have to fight for small poetry presses; this is a world in which we have to fight for everything we hold dear – including the NHS”, said Helen Dunmore to rapturous applause in the Queen Elizabeth Hall, in three hours of powerful poetry readings about both political and personal issues. On the evening of World Poetry Day, an illustrious group of poets – Carol Ann Duffy, Simon Armitage, Helen Dunmore, Michael Longley and Seamus Heaney – gathered to celebrate Enitharmon Press’s 45th anniversary, Enitharmon the name that William Blake gave to a character representing spiritual beauty and the inspiration of the poet.

“As poets we are always echoing each other, so it is very good to read together on the stage”, said Dunmore, in a haunting selection of poems, including one commissioned for the 200th anniversary of the abolition of slavery, about forcing women to become property, inspired by Browning’s Last Duchess.  ‘I owned a woman once’ is a recurring phrase, darkening with the sinister line: ‘Sometimes I had to punish her’.  Poignant poems about being haunted by lost loved ones infiltrated the evening, which was also haunted by the ghost of literary influences, from TS Eliot to Michael Donaghy.  It was not only literary but musical influences which filtered through the readings.  “Ever fallen in love with someone you shouldn’t have fallen in love with?” asked Simon Armitage, a line from The Buzzcocks, in a selection of poems by turns hilarious and heartbreaking.

“We should not take poetry for granted in these fickle times”, asserted Michael Longley, who read moving war poetry inspired by the death of his soldier father when he was barely twenty.  Bereavement was a theme that had opened the evening, with Carol Ann Duffy reading a chillingly beautiful poem about the death of her mother, the recurring world “cold” particularly striking after the first warm day of Spring this year.

Seamus Heaney read poems packed full of literary and natural imagery, from Troilus and Criseyde to a submerged reference about Orpheus losing what he loves when he looks back, to the lovely lingering image of a peacock’s feather. The evening wound to a close with a marvellous rendition of his poem ‘Quitting Time’ from the anthology ‘District and Circle’, and with the uplifting image of a kite soaring skywards.  The three hours of delightful poetry reinforced that it is definitely something worth fighting to keep alive.

William Blake dreamed up the original Enitharmon as one of his inspiring, good, female daemons, and his own spirit as a poet-artist, printer-publisher still lives in the press which bears the name of his creation. Enitharmon is a rare and wonderful phenomenon, a press where books are shaped into artefacts of lovely handiwork as well as communicators of words and worlds. The writers and the artists published here over the last forty years represent a truly historic gathering of individuals with an original vision and an original voice, but the energy is not retrospective: it is growing and new ideas enrich the list year by year. Like an ecologist who manages to restock the meadows with a nearly vanished species of wild flower or brings a rare pair of birds back to found a colony, this publisher has dedicatedly and brilliantly made a success of that sharply endangered species, the independent press.’Marina Warner

in praise of poetry, by Anita Sethi

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 By Anita Sethi

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Bees weave throughout the Poet Laureate Carol Ann Duffy’s beautifully bitterweet new collection of poetry, which she shall be reading from this month (7th November 2011, 7:30pm, Queen Elizabeth Hall).  Displaying an astonishing thematic and technical range, “The Bees” (Picador, £14.99) is filled with elegies, eulogies, and is in  the words of Don Paterson, “a beautiful honeycomb of a book”. 

This quietly exhilarating collection opens with the idea that “honey is art”, and indeed after reading these powerful poems, one feels that the creation of language and poetry is as primal and essential as that other life-giving nectar, and how a poem might, in the words of the Poet Laureate herself, display both the passion and compassion that sweeten our lives.

Carol Ann Duffy has long charmed with her beguiling rhymes, the ability to connect through sound seemingly disparate things, and in doing so elucidate a deeper meaning.  A particular favourite poem of mine is the “Hive”, which ends with the simple yet effective line:

“the hive, alive, us – how we behave”

The word “hive” reaches towards its sister-in-sound “alive”, turning into “behave” until the collection becomes a metaphor of how best we ought to live – both alone as a solitary bee bumbling about in the air and together in homes and communities.

The collection is filled with rhymes that catch you by surprise, sometimes stinging, and sometimes soothing.  In the  poem “Water”, the pain and poignancy of losing a mother is distilled throughout until the poem ends with the word “daughter”: “What a mother brings / through darkness still / to her parched daughter” – the poem both remembers the way its author has been nourished and nurtured by her mother whilst looking forward to the next generation and echoing how she now does the same for her own daughter.

Echoes are indeed at the heart of this marvellously nuanced collection, with a poem of this name which hauntingly describes how loved ones linger on in the  memory even when they have left us in life; how intimations of them will catch us suddenly unawares in the midst of our hectic present-day lives. Indeed, reading the collection on the tube home caused quite a literal shiver down the spine as I sensed all around those echoes, hidden from the surface but, when we stop and pause to remember, poignantly palpable.

With an awareness of death at its core, these often startling poems offer an intense, urgent message to seize what is best in our brief lives while we can, to savour life’s many sweetnesses.  This collection raises questions that cut to the very quick of existence and linger in the mind as the taste of honey does on the tongue, leaving the reader with that peculiar feeling that truly good poems incite – at once filled, yet hungry for more:

“What will you do now with the  / gift of your left life?”

Carol Ann Duffy

* Carol Ann Duffy will be reading from The Bees at The Queen Elizabeth Hall on 7th November, 2011, 7:30pm

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* An archive of Anita Sethi’s literature blogs, dispatches and interviews can be found by clicking here.

The Autumn Season – Anita Sethi’s Top Picks

By Anita Sethi

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Happy September!  Hope you all had a lovely Summer. Some of the great events I saw at the London Literature Festival are still gestating in the mind – I recently saw of a production of Fela!, for example, which reminded me of a powerful discussion featuring Carlos Moore recounting his memories of meeting Fela Kuti.  Summer seems a long way off now that the first Autumn leaves have already begun to fall, the wind is whipping through the trees, and the rain is pounding ferociously. What better time than this to make your way to a literature session in the warmth of the Southbank Centre, and there are plenty of delights in store this season. Here are a selection of Top 5 Picks, spanning a diverse range of topics and tackling many questions, ranging from how to write a first-person narrative, to why the universe exists at all:

 

* Peter Ackroyd  - 8 September 2011, 7:30pm

Peter Ackroyd’s audacious new subject is no less than the history of England. In his first volume, Foundation, he offers a gripping journey through the primeval forests of England over 15,000 years ago to the death, in 1509, of the first Tudor king, Henry VII. Peter Ackroyd discusses the work and takes questions from the audience.

 

* Afghan Monologues - 4 October 2011, 7:45pm

“This new documentary play from iceandfire theatre brings to the stage the real words of men and women from across Afghan society, as well as Western commentators from the front line.

Ten years. Billions of pounds per year. 140,000 serving foreign troops. Over 11,000 miltary casualties. 9,000 civilians dead. 7.5 million refugees. For millions of citizens and returning refugees, Afghanistan remains home. Afghan Monologues takes us into their lives, including a doctor; a former presidential advisor; a young woman; and a British photojournalist who travels through Afghanistan and follows the stories of Afghan civilians.”

 

* National Poetry Day Live -  6 October 2011, This free event runs between 1:00pm and 6:00pm Celebrate National Poetry Day with a fantastic line-up of poets.

 

* Carol Ann Duffy - 7 November 2011, 7:30pm

This is sure to be a magical event: Carol Ann Duffy presents a reading from her new book The Bees, her first full collection since becoming Poet Laureate in 2009. She will be accompanied by musician John Sampson at this exclusive event.  Carol Ann Duffy has won the Whitbread, Forward and TS Eliot Prizes among others.

 

Looking further ahead to December, don’t miss this discussion by two brilliant scientists of their new book, The Quantum Universe:

* Brian Cox and Jeff Forshaw-  11 December 2011, 7:45pm

 

The regular events occurring between September and December include the stimulating Southbank Centre Creative Writing School and the Southbank Centre Book Clubs. 

Shoot the messenger…

So, this is like my penultimate blog on this blog…
No, that doesn’t work, does it?

Anyway, last Thursday I went to the Green Room to interview Imtiaz Dharker(see below), and I bumped into Jackie Kay who was looking for the Green Room too(obviously) and she asked me for directions! So I led her to the Green Room(sort of, it wasn’t really leading, more like walking side by side), and took a moment to calm myself and then introduced myself to Imtiaz who was lovely and incredibly charming.


Again, my apologies, for the poor quality. The lighting in that room is odd. At least the sound is good…

The event itself was an absolute joy of seismic proportions. And(and yes I can start a sentence with and, it’s a blog, not a school report! Plus, I’m a poet!) these poroportions ranged from utterly hilarious to tenderly emotive. After some clever and witty music performed in a clever and witty way from John Sampson who had us unashamedly in fits by the end of the event. He handed us over to Imtiaz Dharker, who was keen to have us all ‘over the moon’ (no not literally)! It is a curious phrase and I have often wondered what its origin was. Still, the wit with which she exploited its potential hilarity as a literal idea was exactly what being a poet is all about. Her powerful imagery in This Room, (which I was jumping up and down for because I had studied it for GSCE) and in all her poetry held us in her sway till her time was up.

Next up was Jackie Kay, who I had previously directed to the Green Room. It was only fate that she would have us in fits. Also, she picked up on what I said before, about all those ‘Ahhs’ and ‘Umms’ from the audience. So, now I know I’m not the only one who notices it for sure. I won’t lie though, I’ve been prone to it myself. Truthfully, though I believe it was only because she was touching those nerves in her poetry which we feel deep inside us all. It was quite quickly time for the interlude. Then more of John Sampson, who was very knowledgable, as well as funny, it turned out and I was unfortunately(or is that fortunately) laughing too much to rememeber to write down the interesting information he imparted to us.

Then we were blessed with the presence of the next two poets, Gillian Clarke and Carol Ann Duffy. Clarke’s powerful images were truly striking and had us mesmerised and continuing our chance trails of groaning. The skill she possessed to weave such images was taking us to spurting groans of approval. Then the moment I felt we’d been waiting for, Carol Ann Duffy, the poet laureate, took to the stage, ready to graces us with her infinite humour. Her poems, new and old ranged in their varying themes, from British Pubs, to bees, Duffy covered the lot. I can honestly say I am so happy I got to see this event, it was stunning to be there, and I hope my accountv of it has been somewhat stunning itself.

Indeed, this is the last poem in the series. Like the others, it is my creative response to the event. Enjoy:

Will I have your permission?

The glacial Harmony of this lost language
Graceful, like the ancient ripple of preciousness
Yes, we’ll omit existence
In the name of love; an ageless love
What! No manual alchemy of friendship?
The annual quick and easy
Suitable for all needs
Working pulse? Make wine
And mine a double.
It’s worth the trouble, all of it
The world’s wrongs, no matter your geographic
Demographic, whether dreams like ash and cinder,
We kindle the lost art exploiting that forgotten
Die hard habit of light.
The disorder overwhelmed that dainty tune of paranoia,
But we saw you dipping your hand in her soul
Panning for gold, then soon
Deciding to eat her whole
No, there’s nothing sinister about it
Because we’re all over the moon.

National Poetry Day Live

National Poetry Day Live creeps closer and closer. The gratuitously all-star line up has been confirmed; the rarest footage of our poetic heroes has been baptised by the copyright gods. The Clore Ballroom’s furniture is being tinkered with; the 19 metre wide screen designed for poetic projections is being buffed. Global Poetry System is limbered up and poised for its launch.

It’s set to be a very special day for poetry. It’s an afternoon of readings, read by some of the best poets alive today, in a public space, where all are welcome. The performances will be punctuated with interactive activities designed to activate your creative imagination. And like all truly beautiful experiences, it’s totally free…

If you have even the most lukewarm interest in words, I’m inclined to think this event is not to be missed. It’ll be a great day.

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