..day 102..

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..day 102..

if it is all about numbers as some suspect

you have success

whatever that is

why is that thing so important

surely it is made up and differing

for all the peoples

and creatures too

why james did they make those rules

before us

and even then ask why do we adhere

mostly

we may think we don’t

yet i feel we do mostly

sometimes glad to do so instead of

having our own

way to go

your cut and paste i understand

have been working that way some

time

i like the random nature of these

things

and do you remember did i tell

you about the walnut tress in lampeter

that failed last year and we stood and

wondered if this was an omen

of things to come

maybe it was

and maybe just maybe those clouds

yesterday were a thing too

james

i cut the…

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Three Poems by Marisa Silva-Dunbar

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It’s not how she expected


I think she lost it after seeing junkies on the streets of Paris, her Paris.
The hollow eyes of strangers sucking her in. She wrote angry letters home
ranting about how she bought the lie when purchasing her plane ticket.

It was not like the movies, there were no whimsical accordions
accompanying her down the street, and she would not find Hemingway
and Fitzgerald in the charming bistros while she sipped on merlot.

Where were the women in polka-dotted scarves tied at the neck?
She’d seen them in silvery films, and pastel pictorials.
Oh, how they’d slink down the Champs-Élysées in trench coats.

She wanted to sip those women with coffee and hot milk,
swallow them in a buttery pastry and hope the communion
would transform her, that she would be elegant and eye-catching,
like the sapphire brooch pinned on a cream cashmere sweater.

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.day 101.

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..day 101..

i cannot see the thread as it is on the other page

saying that i was short on red so ordered more

via the internet

two spools so

there is plenty now

now i remember that you saw the night

properly

while here we wondered, got lost in our

head

looked up and found the morning had

come pink again

 scattered light in particular places

the other in shade

he says us older ones are no longer mentioned

and maybe are now back in the general population

unlike those shielded

joan of arc

springs in mind again

as does lampeter

maybe it was an omen

the nut tree last fall

that failed

had one have predicted the happenings

at that time i would not have credited it

science fiction

survivors

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Wombwell Rainbow Book Interviews: “Bella” by R.M. Francis

Bella 6 (1)

1, What drew you to the story of Bella?

At first, it was the open ended nature of the mystery. There’s something irresistible about things being unsolved, being a mix of hearsay, true crime and folk tale. But more than this too, it’s a central piece of urban folklore from the Black Country, and I’m really interested in what makes up regional identity and sense of place – part of it is the stories we tell each other about our locales, the Bella story runs deep in the minds of these estates.

2, How do you think the telling of the story through various voices helps the narrative?

It seems appropriate to form a novel like Bella through a multi-voiced perspective, since it’s about marginal, fragmented and liminal people, cultures and customs. Again, the Bella myth is an amalgamation of half-truths, and that idea runs throughout the novel in different guises. I wanted to create a textual version of the pub conversation – people holding forth, digressing, being interrupted, repeating themselves and echoing each other, that slowly and strangely building a collective fiction, experience and memory.

3. Why did you use dialect, and knowing how dialect can be used from the occasional word to paragraphs where it becomes like another language the reader has to learn, where did you draw the line?

The use of dialect is connected with that vision of creating a textual pub conversation, but it’s also because the Black Country dialects are so gorgeous and rhythmic. It really is poetic, especially when it’s captured with that slick working-class wit. This novel is my love song to the Black Country, and part of that is a deep admiration for the way we spake.

There’s an element of archiving at play too. Much of the peculiar turns of phrase and grammatical choices are dying out, so I wanted in some way to keep it going in some way.

And politically too, there’s something subversive and politically playful about creating very smart characters from an overlooked place, talking in a way that most people assume makes them dumb.

I didn’t really put any limit on its use. I wanted to capture as close as possible the way people talk. There are, I suppose, some limits in the way I attempted to differentiate the voices of my characters – each having their own idiosyncrasies. The Pakistani characters are a good example, littering the regional voice with Urdu in the gorgeous way Asian communities do in this country.

4. Your description of the edgelands, the verges and bits of vegetation amongst the concrete and steel becomes a character in itself, almost becoming Bella, herself.

I’m so happy to hear that came through. Thanks. It’s a Gothic tradition, and I see Bella’s landscape as a sort of Black Country Gothic or Post-industrial sublime. The liminal, off-kilter spaces are haunted zones, literally and symbolically, but also ones separate from normal rules and codes, so they’re ripe for transgression. So, yes I think you’re right; there’s a sense that the very makeup of the land is responsible for the action that takes place in it.

5. It feels like an exploration of the outsider who becomes a victim.

It is many ways, yeah. It’s a feeling of being connected and dislocated simultaneously. And I think you could see that in all the characters. They’re all outsiders in different ways. And as you noted before, it’s the space itself that triggers it.

6. I love the way you weave in the myths and legends of other cultures, like the Qarin.

Thank you! It’s great to hear that landed too. At the heart of this novel is a ghost story. A lost soul, doomed to relive her tragedy forever. It makes sense to me that a spirit or being of this nature would manifest itself differently depending on the person witnessing the haunting. This then becomes another way of showing the disparate elements that make up a place, community, and especially in this case, the genius loci.

7. There is a lot about sleep (or lack of), dreams and nightmares.

Well spotted. I think this is probably down to my obsession with Sigmund Freud’s work. I really wanted the mood or energy in the novel to be soaked with the uncanny and with abjection – more examples of that in-between-ness – and a good route into that is exploring character’s dreams. It’s also good fun for a writer – working in the abstract and unusual into the realist. I hope this makes for fun reading too; it seems to help with pace and dynamic shifts.

8. Why does Bella say “Memory is difficult”?

Two reasons for this. I see Bella as a being stuck in a sort of psychic loop, in a ghostly limbo. She’s disembodied, outside of normal space-time. So it makes sense that she’d find the usual processes of feeling, thinking, sensing dislocated too. The other side to this is the sense that she represents a collective cultural memory, and one that is fractured, full of dead ends and red herrings.

9. What is it about in-between-ness that fascinates you?

As I mentioned in your other question, I’m really keen on Freud’s work. Especially the Uncanny. At the heart of Freud’s theories is the that life, being, experience is about two poles bearing against each other.  So we experience things in ambivalences. The uncanny is an experience of something both familiar and unfamiliar, homely and unhomely. By navigating these the subject comes to understand themselves with more clarity. This is a rite of passage, a shaman’s journey, and it’s at heart of narrative.

10. The sense of touch features highly in your descriptions more than the other senses.

That’s another really astute observation. I guess there’s something about physically touching the ground, the body, the concrete floor of the myth itself. And attempting to connect with things that are beyond in different ways – through death, loss, history, repression.

11. What do you want the reader to be left with after reading Bella?

Good question!

I want them to leave with a fresh and more nuanced perspective on the Black Country, wider Post-industrial communities, and on working-class culture.

But mainly, I want them to FEEL sad, hopeful, scared, repulsed and beauty-marked in equal measure. And then buy a copy for a friend 😉

A copy of Bella can be obtained here:

 wildpressedbooks.com/bella.html

There is also a free ebook available

wlv.ac.uk/staff/news/202

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Readers may find the interview I did with R.M. Francis in 2019 interesting reading:

https://thewombwellrainbow.com/2019/01/16/wombwell-rainbow-interviews-r-m-francis/

..day 100..

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..day 100..

quietly i say that i like lockdown again

not. not the reason for it, just the concept

was emotional when i feel all is changing

i shall not go back

i have learned the lesson

paid the price

pat says i am joan of arc

without the fire

so it was your birthday

how lovely

i have no gift

just the daily words

james

so yesterday we spoke of it

discussed it and got to know

each other better

found

we knew the others less

i have akhenaten on my app

today so nothing much will

be done here

while i watch

it was near you at the new york met james

did you know

did you see it

i did

live streaming

and made a good friend

so again i wish you a happy birthday

at midsummer while the flowers grow

while all around is humming

yet…

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Honoured to have my poem “Unreal Wombwell” featured in “Faith, Fiction, and Friends”. Thankyou Glynn.

https://faithfictionfriends.blogspot.com/2020/06/saturday-good-reads_20.html

Faith, Fiction and Friends Unreal Wombwell

..day 99..

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..day 99..

such good numbers today
such big birds at the window
rattling the morning

it has come clear after a period of rain
it has come about

that the shops can open on monday
that i can go to the recycling centre
with garden waste too wet to burn
with the tv that broke

i made an appointment

monday after the schools open
a relaxed idea, more social than
otherwise

monday after that the self catering
restarts

i used to have the garden fire on
mondays
feels an important day of the week
now

these covid times

he came later
gave me the damp package left in
the old stove outside

i shall make it a lid tomorrow & maybe
a meeting place

what do you think james
not sure what i think any more

it is a good rock eh?
who knows what will come now
appear on…

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Blood – A Poem by Tyler Pennock

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Blood


bones are the hardest part of us
but have you ever scratched one?

when the skin of a bone fails
marrow comes forward to knit
reclaiming what the bone struggled to hold

blood’s purpose –
each starting place a wound
each ending a geography re-made



I guess spring comes for all of us
there’s no judgement in the thaw

revealing things
long buried in the cold
and lack of movement

like a child frozen
by the sound of their foster parents stirring

as though the air was made of broken glass

waiting for the smallest twitch

but we aren’t made for stillness
and the blood must do its work



it’s in the blood we feel most unsure
because it runs wildly outward

like birds fleeing a forest fire

we can’t control how much will be lost to us
don’t know what parts will dry
which ones will stay to…

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