Feeds:
Posts
Comments

Archive for the ‘Uncategorized’ Category

Wild Rabbits!

reviewFierce Bad Rabbits is out in the wild… Thankyou everyone for all your lovely messages and support. I was actually pretty anxious last week, but everything seems to have gone okay – I managed to get through Woman’s Hour without saying anything foolish (I’m about half an hour in) and I’ve had some very thoughtful reviews from Lucy Scholes in The Sunday Telegraph and Emily Bearn in The Spectator, as well as a small but sweet one in The Observer (‘Delight is the secret ingredient in poet and playwright Clare Pollard’s captivating first book’). An extract from the book about how much I love Dr Seuss’ ‘Green Eggs and Ham’ featured in The Telegraph. And @LRBbookshop did a thread on the book, and Burglar Betty in Burglar Bill! At the weekend I had a lovely event at the Arts Over Borders ‘Wilde Weekend’ in Enniskillen, talking picture books and ‘The Selfish Giant’ with Sheena Wilkinson in Wilde’s old school, overlooking the statue he based ‘The Happy Prince’ on.

It’s not completely launched until I’ve had my launch though – it’s going to be at the awesome Review Bookshop in Peckham next Thursday, the 15th of August at 7pm – £5 ticket includes wine and money off the book. Everyone seems to be on holiday so there’s still space. Please come and celebrate with me (and my mum, one of the stars of the book, who will be there too!)

Advertisements

Read Full Post »

Summer already.

My hollyhocks are blossoming; the courgettes flowering. Cate is making jars of perfume; Gruff mainly beating me at one-a-side games of football, with watering-can goalposts. They eat rocket lollies on the loungers after school. The cuddly toys have picnics. We had a lovely long weekend in the South Downs recently, visiting Ditchling and the Seven Sisters, and sleeping in a campsite with a firepit (Cate’s one take-home anecdote being that she put her foot in a melted marshmallow). The steam fair came to the common, and Cate rode her first galloper; Gruff his first ghost train. At the school’s summer fair last week, Gruff jumped on the bouncy castle in a narrow sliver of shade; a crocodile stole Punch’s sausages; and I was a complete winner at the bookstall (Ha Ha Bonk and Cops and Robbers by the Ahlbergs, Fungus the Bogeyman, some Shirley Hughes books I didn’t have).

Workwise, I have written my first poem since Incarnation was finished at least three years ago. It’s a long poem called ‘The Lives of the Female Poets’ and I’m thrilled Bad Betty Press will be publishing it in the autumn as part of their limited edition Shots series (it’s my first pamphlet, bizarrely, despite over 20 years in poetry…) Work on Anna Szabo’s translations continues. The first copies of the summer issue of MPT have arrived, with their beautiful cover by Moroccan illustrator Merieme Mesfioui. It has a Maghreb focus, begun in Tunisia last year, and some truly gorgeous translations – look out for our mini-tour in September.

An actual hardback of Fierce Bad Rabbits arrived in the post too last week, and I was stunned by how beautiful it is (my first hardback). It’s really helpful if you pre-order apparently, and if you’re trying to break your Amazon habit Hive is offering it for a very reasonable £11.35, and offer free home delivery or your can collect from your local bookshop. I have been recording the audio book for Penguin, and was slightly startled when they said it would be at least seven hours long (I’ve never listened to audio books, and tend to gulp down books much more quickly than that). It’s been fun though, apart from anxiety about how to say ‘Babar’.

Now festival season is beginning, and I have a few dates I thought I should put on the website.

Firstly if you’re in Ledbury for the poetry festival this weekend (July 6th-7th) I’m involved in three events. There’s a dramatic monologue workshop that I think might be full, but also a Modern Poetry in Translation Duel on Saturday morning (Burgage Hall, 11am) with German poet Odile Kennel translated by both Jen Calleja and Annie Rutherford. It’s a very sensuous, sticky sort of poem and it’s going to be great fun. Do bring your coffee and join us to wake up your weekend. I’m also chairing a very important event on Rohingya Poetry (Burgage Hall, 5pm), with Shehzar Doja and James Bryne launching their new anthology for Arc, ‘I am a Rohingya’. And I’m looking forward to so much other stuff too – Hannah Sullivan, Yu Yoyo and A.K. Blakemore, and Ilya Kaminsky and Sandeep Parmar all sound highlights.

And then I also have three events coming up for Fierce Bad Rabbits:

Saturday 13th of JulyIdler Festival – I’ll be doing a lecture on the picture book trope of ‘animals in clothes’, and also – in my capacity as Idler poetry editor, introducing Will Harris, AK Blakemore and Amy Key reading spell poems. And Louis Theroux headlines! Day tickets available.

Sunday August 4thA Wilde Weekend – on the week of my official publication date, I’ll be talking about Wilde’s children’s stories and Fierce Bad Rabbits with Sheena Wilkinson (Enniskillen Royal Grammar (i.e. Portora), Fermanagh, 12.30pm)

Thursday August 15th – HOLD THE DATE – I will be having a London launch of FBR at the Review Bookshop, Peckham, more details to follow.

Finally, on Saturday 17th of August I also have a rare reading of my own poetry as part of the Edinburgh International Book Festival, at an event on the poetry of motherhood with Janette Ayachi, Liz Berry, Toria Garbutt

That’s all for now, I think! Enjoy your summer…

 

 

Read Full Post »

Hummingbirds

I was in Berlin last month, launching Jan Wagner and Federico Italiano’s new European anthology Grand Tour at the Haus für Poesie with Luna Miguel and Sergej Timofejev. I also managed to fit in a visit to Brecht’s grave in the rain and have a long lunch with my friend, the Hungarian poet Anna Szabo. I’m currently working on co-translations of her Selected for Arc, more news to follow soon I hope. Since then the UK issue of MPT has come out, which I’m really proud of, do check out our poetic map of the United Kingdom, put together by our brilliant digital editor Ed Cottrell.

Otherwise I’ve just got back from an Easter break with the family in Tobago. It was relaxing (or at least as relaxing as a holiday with a 2 and a 5 year-old can be), with lots of swimming and sand; lots of nature. We breakfasted on papaya, mango and melon every day whilst bananaquits hopped on the tables and pelicans flew past. We swam in a waterfall, and took Gruff on his first rainforest adventure, where he saw leaf-cutter ants, termite mounds and a fruit bat, and held an ancient fish called a ‘jumping wabeen’ that leapt from his palms. There were many, many hummingbirds, fencing flowers for sweetness, and hermit crabs, and geckos, and once our hotel phoned our room at one in the morning, and I dragged myself out onto the beach under the stars to watch an enormous leatherback turtle lay eggs like pingpong balls in a deep hole, blinking tears from her dinosaur eyes.

In the evenings, I’d read Gruff a tale from Trish Cooke’s brilliant Tales from the Caribbean and then have a rum and ginger on the balcony. Lovely food too – corn soup, little juicy chick-pea and tamarind wraps called doubles, shrimp, crab curry and dumpling, lobster. And great taxi drivers who played very loud music – the family favourite was ‘Hookin Meh’ by Farmer Nappy, if you fancy a blast on sunshine…

Back now, for my final term at Essex with the RLF (the woods are full of bluebells), and hard at work on the summer issue of Modern Poetry in Translation, which has a Maghreb focus, and a small, secret pamphlet project, which means I’m finally writing poetry again after a hiatus of (at least) three years – wish me luck…

Read Full Post »

Apologies this blog has gone quiet lately, but am hoping to reignite it in the summer, once my RLF fellowship has finished and I’m not spending endless hours commuting to Essex and back two days every week. It’s been a busy 2019 so far. I was part of the glamorous and stressful process that is judging the T.S. Eliot Prize; we’ve been copy-editing Fierce Bad Rabbits and trying to chase up the final permissions (a complete administrative nightmare); and I’ve been putting together the UK Languages issue of MPT, ‘Our Small Universe’, which ended up a huge job – so many brilliant submissions. Anyway, that went to the typesetters yesterday, and I’m very much looking forward to launching it in Swansea on International Women’s Day (March 14th), with an amazing line-up including Sabrina Mahfouz, Menna Elfyn and Liz Berry.

I’m also very excited about Fierce Bad Rabbits becoming real. The whole process is very different from having a poetry book published. I’m having to put my first ever index together at the moment, ready to slot the page numbers in when the proofs come (my favourite run is: Hedgehog crisps; Hemingway, Ernest; Hello Kitty.). I have bought a Miffy T-Shirt ready to hit the festivals, and the cover and blurb is up on the Penguin website (eek). So I’m hoping 2019 will mainly be me talking about Dogger and Meg and Mog… 

fbr

Read Full Post »

Tapas and Cider

I’ve had two very different weekends away in the last month. For my 40th birthday, Richard took me to Madrid for the first time. There was a bit of culture – I posed by a statue of Lorca; read Ben Lerner’s Leaving the Atocha Station; went to see Picasso’s Guernica at the Museo Reina Sofia; looked at Goya’s palpably evil Black Paintings and Bosch’s Garden of Earthly Delights at the Prado. Mainly though, it was just a three day tapas crawl through markets and tiled, stand-up bars, washing down polpo served on potatoes, tortilla, croquettes, prawns in bubbling garlic oil, ham (at the Museo del Jamon), sea urchins, gazpacho, chipirones, padron peppers, salt cod and snails with albarino or little glasses of vermouth. A very lovely couple of days (although I definitely felt 40 when I got home)

Then there was Aldeburgh, my favourite poetry festival. Despite an unpleasant cold, I lugged my MPT banner and a suitcase full of copies of the new issue onto rail replacement buses to get there, and it was definitely worth it. The sun was smashing into the sea on my arrival. My New Writing North mentee Maria Isakova Bennett had installed a beautiful exhibition of hand-stitched sea views in The Lookout; poems scribbled on pebbles were piled outside. I caught a few readings, including the marvellous Sophie Herxheimer and Chris McCabe doing their Blakean double act from their new Hercules Editions book The Practical Visionary, managed a quick bag of chips, and then it was time to launch In a Winter City: Focus on Ted Hughes and Hungary, with Chrissy Williams, Zaffar Kunial and George Szirtes all doing sets (and Sasha Dugdale with some amazing revelations about why Ted Hughes’ planned Hungarian issue never happened…) Afterwards I was also really happy with the MPT LGBTQ+ workshop with Kostya Tsolákis, who helped us create a new version of Vassilis Amanatidis’ poem  ’09. [escort: the trick]’ over wine and nibbles. And then The Cross Keys, of course, jammed with poets and poetry gossip, where they serve Aspalls cider on tap which I can never resist…

The next morning I had lost my voice, but managed to attend Will Harris’ brilliant lecture on line-breaks and grab a free coffee. If you haven’t been reading Will’s blogs, on everything from the poetry of Yang Lian to shampoo branding and Keanu Reeves, I couldn’t recommend them more highly, he’s such an interesting critic.

A little lull now in my Modern Poetry in Translation schedule, whilst I try and finish up edits for Fierce Bad Rabbits by the end of the month. But soon I’ll be starting putting together the British issue, so please do think about submitting before December the 14th. We’re accepting both translated poems and poems in dialects, and want to represent as many of Britain’s language communities as possible, from Scots to BSL to Angloromani to Arabic to Yiddish to Cockney rhyming slang.

 

 

 

Read Full Post »

Amtssprache

This week I read how the word ‘lügenpresse’, meaning ‘lying press’, which was used by the nazis to discredit any media outlets which were against them, has experienced a revival in German discourse. Those who use it are emboldened, of course, by the fact that another good translation of the term might be ‘fake news’, as used by Donald Trump. Confusing people, so that they are no longer certain what is true, is one way to ensure complicity in fascism. When they are confused, too, people often look for a ‘strong’ leader. Making our own moral choices, taking responsibility, thinking – these things seem too difficult. It is much easier to be obedient, although a cursory glance at history tells us obedience is not a virtue.

These are frightening times. Today is the launch of the Extinction Rebellion, an international movement using mass civil disobedience to force governments to respond to the ecological crisis. I have no doubt that in the future those who are arrested will be seen, like Sophie Scholl of the White Rose movement, as heroic, as will those who have taken part in Black Lives Matter demonstrations, or anti-fascism marches in Charlottesville, or anti-fracking action in Lancashire. Those of us who are not so brave must reckon with ourselves. This poem I wrote a few years ago seems relevant.  ‘Amtssprache’ means ‘official talk’ and was a term used by Eichmann during the Nuremberg trials. Asked if it was hard to send those tens of thousands of people to their death, he answered: ‘To tell you the truth, it was easy. Our language made it easy.’

 

Amtssprache

 

So what would you pay to have your family safe

in that house with the garden and the clean running water –

and you walk in and hold them and kiss their faces?

Your life? Too easy, and nobody’s asking.

 

How about the life of an Afghan child,

a city, the birds in the sky?

Would you turn a blind eye? Would you turn off the news?

Would you run the trains to death camps?

 

Of course you would. You do.

You do these things.

 

 

Read Full Post »

In the abundance

So the season of flu vaccines and soft play and parent’s evenings begins. My children have taken to their fluffy onesies. This weekend we had friends over for a roast dinner, with rainbow chard and a first crop of Jerusalem artichokes from our wet garden, and I wore my new cords. I’m back at Essex University as a Royal Literary Fellow again, two days a week, leaving the house when it’s still dark and Gruff waves goodbye from a glowing upstairs window. Pret porridge. The walk to the campus from Wivenhoe train station has been making me feel autumnal: grey skies; banks of fern turned to rose-gold; dark sloes; an egret in pale brown water; a flicker of yellow wagtail.

If you want to get into a similarly cosy mood, can I suggest you subscribe to MPT? Our new issue is at the printers as we speak, with this beautifully seasonal cover by Budapest illustrator Ilka Mészely.

Hungary cover

Hungarian poetry is full of mists and cups of coffee, and the issue also contains tributes to Ted Hughes’ translations by Polly Clark, Zaffar Kunial and Tara Bergin, new versions by Mona Arshi and Chris McCabe, and some seasonal poems such as this beautiful haiku by Yasuaki Inoue, translated by Katrina Naomi:

In the abundance
of autumn a baby cries
like a giant fire

 

Read Full Post »

Older Posts »