I am back in the Wassenaar library and have paid my 40 cents for returning two books late. Yesterday it rained heavily non-stop – it could have been Manchester, so I sorted through my books here in the caravan, and put a dozen or so in a bag for the recycling (Kringloop) shop.
Het volgende verhaal by Cees Nooteboom has been translated into many languages. I’ve read this novella several times over the years. This edition comes with a glowing introduction by David Mitchell. I savoured it this week one evening, finishing just before 1am.
When I was an adolescent in Holland I wanted to be Cees Nooteboom. It seemed marvellous to get paid to travel and write about it… Back at home in Manchester I’m sure to have written a poem on not being Cees Nooteboom…
I’m blogging in the Wassenaar Library while the The Dutch Dixieland All Stars are playing in the corner! Just after I arrived last week I dashed to the Museum Beelden aan Zee in Scheveningen – my annual museum card was going to run out the next day and the replacement hadn’t arrived. Body and Soul is the first retrospective in Europe of Zhang Dali: the Chinese sculptor, graffiti and performance artist. Visitors enjoying coffee and cake on the terrace faced the 18 marble nudes of ordinary Chinese people sitting, kneeling, some of them in contorted poses. Inside were the white sculptures of the so-called urban peasants, all of them with white doves attached to them. I found them deeply moving – their bent backs, little rugsacks, small caps, socks, plimsolls.
For Zhang Dali they represent the 300 million or so people who worked in the construction industry in the run-up to the 2008 Summer Olympic Games and who were sleeping in sheds or containers. I visited Beijing in late 1990 when the demolition of the old urban districts and historic housing had just started; people being cleared, often at short notice. Zhang Dali has given each of these sculptures a number.
My new card arrived this morning, so I’ll be going back to Beelden aan Zee soon and (if the weather is good) will go for a walk on the beach afterwards.
Yesterday I crawled into Caernarfon, along with holidaymakers in cars and caravans, travelling back to Manchester from a fabulous poetry writing course Working the Body with Helen Mort and Andrew McMillan. It was my first visit to Ty Newydd, the writing centre in Wales and we were blessed with wonderful weather, so tutorials could be in the large garden that gives a view of the sea.
Helen and Andrew gave us generously of their time, knowledge, experience and shared an interesting range of sample poems: most of these were new to me. We were a mixed group – varied in age, background, different levels of experience – and supportive of each other. Helen and Andrew did great readings and on Friday evening we got to hear each other’s poems. I gained in technical skills – a better sense of creating the “spine” of the poem, the notion of the “bespoke form” for each poem, different ways of mining a piece of stream-of-consciousness writing for material and – most importantly: I’ve calmed down. Just keep writing is the motto…
I had a wonderful time in Devon, celebrating my birthday with a poet friend, en route to the Ways with Words Literary Festival at Dartington. I read in the morning with the other ‘new’ Oversteps poets (David Broadbridge, Christine Whittemore and Richard Skinner). We all bought a copy of the other poets’ books. The weather was glorious and I enjoyed a healthy salad lunch with a few women poets where we compared notes and exchanged experiences and gave one another tips and suggestions about new outlets. In the afternoon a number of Oversteps Books poets read their poems on historical figures. I read four poems, including Joan and On reaching his 102nd birthday which imagines a long life for a writer who died young.
I came back to some good news: my poem Leaving Czechoslovakia, 1964 that didn’t do anything in an annual competition had caught the eye of the editor administrating this competition, so it’s now included in the anthology Songs for the Unsung, which Grey Hen Press expects to publish this autumn. It’s just a good reminder to send work out into the world…
The launch of the new printed magazine Strix is at the Hyde Park Book Club in Leeds tomorrow, Wednesday 5 July, from 7:00pm. Editors Ian Harker and Andrew Lambeth are looking for poems and short fiction for the next issue. My poem Whitby Scenes made the first issue and I’m sorry to miss the launch: I’m heading down to Devon where I’ll be reading later this week at the “Ways with Words” literary festival at Dartington and meeting up with a poet friend en route.
I have just returned from the Old Olive Press, the Almassera Vella, in Relleu, a poetry writing week with the excellent Ann Sansom from the Poetry Business. This was my sixth visit and it was a perfect time: writing new work in the morning, time to type up poems or have a swim, leisurely lunch with the other poets and with Christopher North. A published and prize-winning poet himself, he has run the Almassera Vella with his wife Marisa since 2002. The olive press has been retained, there is an infinity pool with views of the terraces and a small white hermitage on the hill outside the village. Inside there is a library with over 3,000 books. There are a few bars in the village and it’s only just an hour’s drive from Alicante airport. As well as attending poetry courses, you can book self-catering accommodation next to the Old Olive Press for writing retreats.
broken blue chess piece
the morning after the storm –
our words, free as swifts
This morning I went into Manchester city centre for my appointment with Anthony, the hairdresser. He too thought that everything is “a notch down”, quieter, people being subdued. I admire the bee tattoo that his colleague had done last week on her upper right arm. From Cross Street I can see flowers spilling out from St Ann’s Square, the balloons gleaming in the sun.
today the sun shines
on us and the sleeping dog
being shaped from sand