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windstream whittled

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Tallying

In February I attended an excellent workshop by prima poet Helen Mort called ‘Lines of Ascent’. This was part of this year’s Stanza strand celebrating hills, mountains and high places in poetry. The exercise this poem started from was about experimenting with perspective. Inevitably much subsequent plodding to and fro was required to arrive at my effort below.

Also, n.b. I am very fond of biscuits, including the old fashioned varieties …

Tallying

Tay’s estuary is a custard cream
from thirty two miles
and three thousand feet,
sat on my old friend Mayar.

She’s just a southerly yellow stripe,
currents fickle and ambiguous
smeared to a sweeter layer of light
between Broughty and Tentsmuir.

In February survey square biologists
cookie cut the machar there,
quadrats cast as girdle nets,
griddles tallying growth and life.

From here we’re shrunk invisible,
with my biscuit tea-dunked in hand,
I see us all in plain view vanishing,
sugar granules spilt in distant sand.

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Good to know…

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On Driesh on Sunday I met a man out walking with his daughter. I’d seen the two figures – one tall and one much smaller, a little ahead of me as we all approached the top. I noticed them stopping occasionally, choosing which way seemed best between or through the remaining patches of snow. 

At the cairn we got talking and I learned that she was eight and she told me she was pleased that she had now ’done six Munros’. This was especially good because it meant she was ahead of her little sister who had – so far – only done four. Her father explained that the little sister, not with them today, was two years younger.

‘Carrot and stick,’ he joked ‘we have to go to McDonalds later!’  At the top of a hill, I thought, a hot burger and chips does sound like a pretty superior kind of carrot.

‘And did you find this one easy?’ I asked the girl.

‘No,’ she laughed, ’it was hard!’

‘Well then,’ I said, ’you must be a person who is able to do difficult things. That’s a good thing to know…’

Quiet smiles all round.

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Putting poetry on the map for Book Week Scotland

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I love the idea of landscape as layers upon layers of fragmented story, like an old hoarding in town where torn and muddled fragments of years of past paint and posters are visible if you have the time to look and pick a bit.

Stanza’s Poetry Map of Scotland – a map with a meta layer of poetry – appeals on many levels.  This post is about an event next week where some contributors to the map (including yours truly) will be reading contributions as part of Book Week Scotland.  There’s also an open mic for ‘readings from the map’ so you can join in too if you like (see below for details).

 

screenshot-2016-10-31-08-40-32-1Quoted from the Stanza blog:

For Book Week Scotland in 2016, StAnza will turn its hugely popular project to map Scotland with poetry into a live event, taking place at Zest Coffee Shop in St Andrews on Thursday 24th November. More than 200 poems have been submitted since the project was launched in 2014. We have invited a selection of poets whose poems feature on the map to lead us on a poetic journey around Scotland, and Zest will make sure that we don’t lack food and drink for the trip.

Those taking part include Gordon Jarvie, Sue Haigh, Steve Smart, John Brewster and Lyn Moir. We’ll also have some open mic slots if anyone else would like to read their own poem from the map, or perhaps a poem from the map about a favourite place. You can browse the map online and if you’d like to ask for a reading slot, just email stanza@stanzapoetry.org.  The event is free and unticketed but if you’d like to be sure of getting a seat, email stanza@stanzapoetry.org for that as well.

Meantime here are those details again, and we hope to see you there:  Thursday 24 November 2016 18:30 – 20:00 at Zest Coffee Shop, 95 South Street, St Andrews, Fife KY16 9QW.

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Salt offering

Thursday 8 October 2015 is National Poetry Day in the UK. Have a great day, and find time to read a poem or two, listen to a reading, write a poem, or share a verse you love!

 

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Scaling a rising gradient
in ambiguous steps,
My peak conceals
a telescope gaze reversed.

Above this cairn caw
crack spirits lindy-hop on air.

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MacGuffin: a self-publishing platform for fiction and poetry

Last week I had a look at a platform call MacGuffin that not-for-profit Manchester based publishers Comma Press are hosting.  Comma Press have a wide range of publishing initiatives as part of their Arts Council ‘National Portfolio Initiative‘.

MacGuffin is basically a very stripped back blogging platform offering a simple self-publishing resource for short story writers and poets. Every story or poem published on MacGuffin is presented both as a text, and as an audio recording. It’s therefore aimed, in part, at bringing together audiences that like to be read to with authors who enjoy reading aloud (I suppose there must be some people who don’t!). I think that it is ‘early days’ for the platform, which could perhaps usefully develop one or two additional features (playlists, perhaps?) without sacrificing it’s pleasingly sparse format, but it’s an interesting idea.

Schiehallion montageAs a test, I joined and added a walking poem called ‘The Fairy Hill‘ from a little while ago, extending the soundtrack to include some notes about the poem.  It was all very easy and there is lots of helpful advice about recording audio if you’re new to this. One thing I found awkward was that I couldn’t see how to link to a page with a ‘read/listen’ option for my post – this might exist, but I couldn’t find it easily, only a link to the ‘read’ page.  But instead here’s a search link that should offer both…

You can find out more about more about MacGuffin and find out how to join in here on Comma Press’s site.

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