Shame and Celebration in the Year of the Pandemic

wendycatpratt's avatarWendy Pratt

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Apologies, this is a bit of a long winded something-or-other about making the choice to work during the pandemic. Very self indulgent. This is a strange year. When the pandemic hit and everything went into lockdown I realised I had to make this awful choice between being selfish and being altruistic and doing my bit. My default position is always to try and help. I think with most people it is, but I am ex NHS, a qualified microbiologist, so I imagine there would have been a role for me somewhere, and I could have made a small difference somewhere. I didn’t. I chose to continue working and spending the time I had free on my writing. I’m self employed, and my ‘business’ is myself. I’m a writer, yes, but I make my living from running workshops, editing for publishers and private clients and mentoring…

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Two Excerpts from 5 Stages of Grief – A Work For Theatre by Lizzie Olesker

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CHARACTERS


Me 50’s playwright
Leah 50’s white, daughter
Jess / Svetlana 40’s white, neighbor and Russian Aide
Bev 50’s African-American, Home Care Aide
Judith 90’s white, client
Mom 80’s, real

For Elaine, brightest star.

NOTE:


We are in a place between.

A stage – a frame- inside of which we’re making this play.

This space is Judith’s apartment. It’s also Beverly’s workplace- a place of hidden labor. A domestic space signified by a few elements: a bed, a lamp, a tray, maybe a chair, which Beverly moves on and off the stage. Things might stand in for other things- a glass of water might provide sounds of a bath where Beverly cleans Judith; the lamp becomes the moon outside Judith’s apartment window. Later, the space becomes a snowy street in the Bronx- a place between those who are here and those who are gone, between what’s real and what we…

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Chords by Raymond Crump (SSEA Press / Face Press)

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In a letter dated 14th March 1968 written to Ray Crump and published in Series 3 of The English Intelligencer the Cambridge poet J.H. Prynne asserted something which threads its way through Crump’s poetry:

“Rhyme is the public truth of language, sound paced out in the shared places, the echoes are no-one’s private property or achievement; thus any grace (truly achieved) of sound is political, part of the world of motion and place in which language is like weather, the air we breathe.”

The rhythmic movement revealed in ‘Melancholy’ reminds one a little of the weighing of echoes and tones in Louis Zukofsky’s first poem in ‘Songs of Degrees’. Crump’s poem from the late 1960s first appeared in Series 3 of Intelligencer:

“As pale still
you little
say but look
and careless play your
careful tune
to life that dies or is grown
slow as
waving pines. There we

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Atha by Sally-Shakti Willow (Knives Forks Spoons Press)

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Atha is part of Sally-Shakti Willow’s PhD in Utopian Poetics, and indeed reads more like a practical experiment than a poetry collection. The volume begins with some explanatory pages which could have been taken out of a literary theory textbook, explaining Utopian Poetics. The idea is that Utopian Poetics is a medium of meditation ‘in which one encounters one’s embodied and intersubjective self’, which I understand as experiencing oneself, as in a mindfulness or yoga routine. Willow calls this ‘non-alienation’, and the poem ‘performs and anticipates the possibility of non-alienation, whilst operating within the alienation of this world’. This thesis itself rests on more familiar territory for the post-structuralist: ‘Poems need readers to live. Poems need writers to give them form’, essentially a ‘Death of the Author’-esque reader-response theory about the sovereign control of the reader.

The poems, sometimes stimulated by an image, wind in and around the theme of…

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..day 84..

Sonja Benskin Mesher's avatarsonja benskin mesher

so good that you can travel far
visit your folks. my day will come

meanwhile likewise we watch the
birds, the creatures

she said that they were pests as we
watched them dancing branch to
other branch

they eat the bird’s nuts she said
then she said she had gone non
essential shopping for her snacks
and nuts

james

i burned the hedge rubbish
it took most of the day until
i only smelled of smoke
which i rather like anyway

how is your son?

did you ever see the film
of the guy that drove his lawn mower
miles to visit his ailing brother

maybe look it up?

i like the italic up there and glad
you told me the form of verse made
of scatterings and randoms that are us

and put it forth toward them
only one replied

i hope they do not think me brainy
for…

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The hues of light around the anger

Christina Strigas's avatarChristina Strigas

Every day is a blur of the one before

and the one before that

and the one happening now.

I am changing the date on my journal

to keep track. For a while there,

I stopped.

I felt darkness around the

days of the week and months.

I feel this abyss will never end.

I don’t know what will save me from

the days. Nothing really. My coffee is warm.

The longer I stare out my window

at my lilac tree, the colder it gets.

You wake up and want my attention

you make me coffee. You know how

I get weak when you speak my

language of love. It’s still a cloud

in my heart. It could be grey one

day, blue another, white, moving

silently and then you crack the mirror.

I’m out of my skin, I’m shedding

a new layer of your anger.

so I have to…

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JUNE 2020 Guest Editor Is NEVER ANGELINE NøRTH!!! THEME: LITERATURE FOR THE ABOLITION OF TIME

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Burning House Press are excited to welcomeNEVER ANGELINE NøRTHas our JUNE 2020 guest editor! As of today NEVER will take over editorship of Burning House Press online for the full month of JUNE.

Submissions are open from today – 1st JUNE and will remain open until 23RD JUNE.

NEVER’S theme for the month is as follows

LITERATURE FOR THE ABOLITION OF TIME


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Wombwell Rainbow Interviews: Sarah Thomson

Wombwell Rainbow Interviews

I am honoured and privileged that the following writers local, national and international have agreed to be interviewed by me. I gave the writers three options: an emailed list of questions or a more fluid interview via messenger, or an interview about their latest book, or a combination of these.

The usual ground is covered about motivation, daily routines and work ethic, but some surprises too. Some of these poets you may know, others may be new to you. I hope you enjoy the experience as much as I do.

Sarah Thomson

grew up by the sea in Weymouth, Dorset and now lives in Bristol.  She developed a love for writing from an early age and her studies included English at the University of Exeter.  After a varied career in publishing, accountancy and Human Resources, Sarah is now a full-time writer of poetry, novels and lyrics.   In 2017 she was shortlisted for the Bridport Prize and a winner of the Persimmon International Poets Competition. Her poem ‘Mercy’ was highly commended by The Hedgehog Poetry Press and published in The Road to Clevedon Pier in 2018.  The Hedgehog Poetry Press also published ‘A Hostile Environment’, her poetry conversation with Nigel Kent, in the same year and a second conversation ‘Thinking you Home’ in 2019.  Her pamphlet ‘Before it’s too late’ was published by Hedgehog Poetry Press on 1st May 2020.

You can contact Sarah via Twitter @SarahPThomson
The Interview

1. What inspired you to write poetry?

A poetry competition in The Puffin Post.  I won a prize for a concrete poem about a falling leaf when I was twelve. For me the falling leaf was a poignant reminder of the passing of time.  Still one of my favourite themes!

2. Who introduced you to poetry?

My parents.  My mother adored poetry.  I’ve inherited her collection of around 400 poetry books.  My father often quoted poetry around the house.  His favourites were The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam and Tennyson’s Charge of the Light Brigade.  He was also very good at writing comic poems.

3. How aware were you of the dominating presence of older poets?

Born a Milton, I was very aware of the dominating presence of one particular poet, John Milton.  My grandmother was unwavering in her belief that we were descendants.  We had a picture of him on the wall that did look rather like my father – similar nose.  Luckily, I rather like some of his poems, particularly Samson Agonistes.

4. What is your daily writing routine?

When I’m not undertaking paid work, I aim to spend at least a couple of hours every morning writing or thinking about writing.   Sometimes though, a line will just suddenly pop into my head at any time of the night or day and then other words will float around and begin to form themselves into a poem.  At that point I’ll stop and scribble them down to work on later.  These are the best times.

5. What motivates you to write?

Emotions, seemingly random experiences, places, stories and snippets of interesting information motivate me to write.

6. What is your work ethic?

In general, I have to be disciplined about making time for writing every morning, otherwise some other activity/distraction will fill the space.

7. How do the writers you read when you were young influence you today?

Mostly I think subliminally.  Favourites were Gerard Manley Hopkins for the strangeness of the way he uses language, rhythm and sounds.  I particularly like the sonnets of desolation for their directness of emotion and his poems about nature for their passion.  Also, Thomas Hardy for his ability to evoke memories of places and events with associated strong emotions. Both poets are very embedded in the natural world and I like that.

8. Who of today’s writers do you admire the most and why?

I’ve mostly been writing lyrics for songs lately – I have a couple of friends who are writing some great melodies and so we work together.  Sometimes I’ll adapt an already written poem into lyrics if the melody is right.  So I particularly admire other lyricists, for example, Leonard Cohen, who of course started out as a poet.  I love the way he takes an experience e.g. seeing a bird on a wire, and turns it into something much bigger about being human.  Then when you add a haunting melody as well, what could be more moving and profound? I also enjoy writing comic verse from time to time and much admire Wendy Cope for her wit.

9. Why do you write, as opposed to doing anything else?

It’s a way of noticing, understanding and communicating life experiences and emotions.  I find it very therapeutic.

10. What would you say to someone who asked you “How do you become a writer?”

To borrow a quote from Isabel Allende – ‘write what should not be forgotten’.  It also helps to read as much as you can and absorb the work of other poets.  Then you have to make time and headspace for your own creations.  If I’m finding it hard to work out how to arrange words on a page, I’ll go to www.poets.org and explore different poetry forms.  There will usually be one that feels right for what I want to communicate.

11. Tell me about the writing projects you have on at the moment.

In collaboration with a couple of other musicians, I’m part-way through a collection of songs and at some point, hope to publish the lyrics in a pamphlet with associated audio tracks on line.

Sarah Thomson, June 2020