Friday, 21 July 2017

Dominic and the Rockhoppers



What a privilege to be asked by a friend to help them launch their poetry collection. But what a nerve-racking thing it is to read someone else’s work in public, with the poet (and his family) listening attentively!

Regular readers of my blog will know that I always write with spoken word and performance of poetry in the forefront of my mind.  How poems sound out loud is crucial to how I create them. I’d go so far as to say all poetry should be out loud, that’s when it really comes alive.

So being asked to read someone else’s work out in public, while they are there listening is a huge privilege – but it does make for shaky knees!

The Rockhoppers poetry performance group participated in the launch of and why we were all going, the debut poetry collection from Dominic Williams last night (July 20th).

Myself and my three Rockhopper colleagues (left to right in the photo -- Maggie Harris, Mel Perry, Annie Butler and me) were honoured to be asked to take part and we each read a few of Dominic’s fabulous poems as well as some of our own.

It was a fantastic night for spoken word, brilliantly compered by Sion Tomos Owen, and held in the friendly surroundings of Octavo’s cafĂ©-bar and bookshop in Cardiff Bay.

and why we were all going is the first publication from Three-Throated Press, the new poetry imprint from publisher Iconau (Ferryside, Carmarthenshire).

It’s a beautifully produced casebound (hardback) pamphlet containing a collection of poetry that comes from the heart and affects the emotions, but also appeals to the intellect. I’ve put a selection of comments from other writers about this new work below.

And do look out for the next launch from this imprint coming soon: Rum Dark Nights by Mel Perry (yes, she’s one of my Rockhopper colleagues). 
                                                                                                                                                  
Info on Iconau and Three Throated Press, plus how to order books:

More on the Rockhoppers:


Praise for and why we were all going:

"Dominic Williams is the madman on the train who asks the great questions, 'is the quill mightier than the thorn', 'why do the clouds drift in confusion?' He takes us from the bawdy Atlantic, from soft clouds in Ireland to the Viking vowels of Scandinavia, but always rooted in the depths of the Welsh soul… Such sensitive feelings expressed in poetry are to be welcomed and cherished. Such feelings can oftentimes only be given voice in poetry… In these pages there is much and plenty to ponder.” – Kevin Connelly.


“Evocative and playful, burrowing deep into the mysterious liaison that exists so profoundly between people and place.” -- Rachel Trezise.

“Not only is this the work of a Bard, it is a paean to life, to loss and to the burgeoning awareness of one’s own mortality. The book takes the reader on a rattling railway journey of a life, in all its hues, from a random encounter with a drunken madman to a man coming to realisation about his place in the Universe.” – Michelle Dooley Mahon.

“Williams understands that writing is not only an intellectual pursuit; it comes from and appeals to not just the head but also the guts and the muscles and the lungs and the gonads and the blood. In other words, he gets it.” -- Niall Griffiths.




Friday, 23 June 2017

Summer




                       hair knotted with brine
 
                                          sharpness of salt

                                                        soft touch of a breeze

                                                                           seaweed scents

                                        hot gritty sand on bare feet

                                                                cool water around ankles
 
                                                            hauling

                                                                         as tide pulls    

                                                         tugs

                                                                        draws you

                                         seagulls call and shout

                                                                  horizons are everywhere


                  a world tensed tight

                                                       with struggles

                                                                                         unravels

                                    disentangles

                                                                       becomes free

                                               and you know how it feels

                                to see forever

                                                                         as far as love

Sunday, 18 June 2017

Postcard to my father

On Father's Day. This prose poem is for my Dad. (Walter Biggs, 27/7/1912 - 24/6/1978).



Postcard to my father
I have wanted to go back to that place for so long, to breathe the same air, to be where you were when that final event happened, by the loch those many years ago. Could you see the view as you left us? Was the surface water rippled in the breeze, or was it blue, flat and clear? Could you see the pebbles underneath, smooth and round? How green were the trees in that midsummer midday? Did you smell the warm grass, taste the minerals of earth, hear all the birds singing? Did the golden eagle soar above the white clouds?
Did it fly away towards the distant Cairngorms?
Did you think of me? Did you wish I was there?



Saturday, 15 April 2017

A poem a day

April is National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo) and we are half way through! It may seem a mad idea, but aiming to write a poem a day for a month has its benefits. I last did this exercise in 2013 when I wrote something new every day of the month and spent the following weeks -- and months -- revising and reworking. It was a long time before I began another brand new poem, however!

This year I am approaching the month very differently. For a start I am working to prompts, which I didn't before. The prompts put up on the NaPoWriMo section of The Poetry School webite are excellent and the NaPoWriMo website itself has some helpful ones. As well as offering useful triggers to get us writing, both sites also suggest poems to read in association with the prompts, and there are sometimes interviews with poets to view or listen to. It's so important to read if you want to write.

And this year we also have the excellent NaPoReMo (READ a poem a day) blog from poet Jo Bell, which gives us a new poem to read every day, together with comments and analysis.

If a prompt, or reading of another poem, sends me to an old poem of mine that needs revising, I go there on the day and do that work.
If a new poem is sparked I do that. So far it's working out at about 50/50, which is OK. The month is helping me to work on poetry every day and to feel I am at least 'getting somewhere'. Not sure where that is, but it is not where started, it is somewhere else ...

If you are a poet and fancy joining in, it's not too late, just jump in now! The links I have mentioned are below, and they will also lead you to any number of online closed groups on Facebook and elsewhere where poets are sharing their new poetry this month and finding ways to work together to improve their technique.

Here's today's poem from me, a 'found poem' from my Twitter feed, kicked off by the Poetry School prompt -- 'Technology Day'. 



Here is the news

It’s described as the mother of all bombs.
Humans are the most innovative species.
Simple, yet delicate and concise.
Stock up with wine this weekend.
#DEC East Africa appeal, donate here.
Only today – #hot cross buns.

                ‘we are for ordinary working people’

Thousands are living on the streets in Milton Keynes.
I’m reading in a volcanic garden.
In Russia poetry is respected, it gets people killed.
British adults are too busy to read, new research shows.
Reading poetry is good for your brain.
White wood-anemones blowing in April sun.

                hashtag #Aleppo, again

Dropping a massive bomb on a cave –
                reminiscent of what kids do when they slam rubber ducks
                into the bath to show Mam. @msHolborow

                ‘ordinary working people’
                hashtag #Aleppo, again

Government drops plan to raise probate fees.
Talking about a love of the dead – maggots and all.
Venezuela’s anger is on the streets.
Recipes for Easter, with lamb.
A history of mass violence in Congo.
Next on The Echo Chamber…

                hashtag #Aleppo, again
Doctors on rota gaps – it’s terrifying night staff
                ‘it’s for ordinary working people’

Police attacked in Paris, one dead
Allez France! Hashtag Le Pen.
Read about the funniest text break-ups.
A novel of suspense and surprises.
North Korea’s nuclear arsenal is real.

                ‘we are for ordinary working people’
                hashtag #Aleppo, again

and finally…
                Let’s go fly a kite.



(a few moments of Twitter, 15.4.17)

LINKS:

http://www.napowrimo.net/2017/04/
https://poetryschool.com
https://belljarblog.wordpress.com/2017/04/15/naporemo