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Interview: Ken Edwards

Ken Edwards is the editor and publisher behind the feisty and long-running small press Reality Street, as well as a multi-published poet in his own right. Fellow Hastings resident Richard Evans met him for a chat.






Reality Street has been publishing linguistically innovative writing for almost twenty years. How have you seen the poetic landscape change in that time?

In 1993, when the press as presently constituted started publishing, we were at the tail-end of an explosion in innovative poetry in Britain that happened in the late 60s-70s-80s, but which had gone unnoticed or been deliberately ignored by the wider literary public (Morrison and Motion’s infamous comment in the introduction to The Penguin Book of Contemporary British Poetry, 1982, that “very little – in England at any rate – seemed to be happening” in the 60s and 70s). The British Poetry Revival, as some called it, was also overshadowed by such developments as Language Poetry in the USA, which by 1993 had already reached its peak. It seemed then that few younger poets were coming forward to carry on what I called the ‘parallel tradition’ of innovative writing. Today, however, the landscape, as you call it, has changed dramatically. While innovative poetry still struggles to reach mainstream attention, there seems to have been a second explosion of younger poets whose view of the possibilities of poetry have been shaped by my generation. And there is some grudging acceptance in parts of the mainstream that the dominant conservative modes of poetry are not all that there is or could be.

What would you say are the major contributing factors to the recent resurgence in more experimental writing?

I don’t know. Some point to the increase in creative writing courses and to the growing influence of my generation of innovative poets as teachers within academic departments. But having experienced some live events in Brighton and London recently where there was a preponderance of younger people in the audience, I’m not sure this is the whole story. The atmosphere in a reading I participated in last year in Brighton was somewhat akin to what I’d expect at a slam or performance poetry event – except that the poetry on offer was more complex, more ‘out’ – the kind of stuff that seems to baffle or enrage the panjandrums of the mainstream literary press. I think maybe a generation has grown up accepting as normal experimentation in visual art, music and film, and has extended that expectation to writing.

There have been times when the kind of work you publish was deemed deeply unfashionable by the literary establishment. Did you ever become despondent about that state of affairs?

I have been despondent many times, and despite my earlier remarks, I continue to be disappointed when people don’t ‘get it’ or when clearly wonderful writing gets rejected or ignored because it doesn’t fit market conditions. But my response has always been the old punk attitude of ‘do it yourself’. Eventually, breakthroughs will occur.

Were you surprised when Rae Armantrout, whose innovative work you published in the anthology Out of Everywhere, was awarded the Pulitzer Prize this year?

I was astonished and delighted. When I got an email about this, I first thought it was a spoof. But I’m delighted because not only is Rae a wonderful poet, she’s such a nice person too. If we’re being honest, why she was picked out has something to do with the fact that the book that won the prize dealt with the theme of her own cancer diagnosis and her mortality. That always plays well as a story, if we can be cynical for a moment. But if I’m being more optimistic, I like to think that it’s also part of an increasing acceptance of non-normative poetry in the USA, as evidenced by other poets Reality Street has been associated with such as Fanny Howe winning major awards, and Charles Bernstein, the co-founder of L=A-N=G=U=A=G=E magazine, being published by a major press (Farrar, Straus & Giroux). Social trends in the UK lag a few years behind America, so expect Tom Raworth to get the T S Eliot prize within the decade!

There are many who cite J.H. Prynne’s work as the essential source of contemporary avant-garde poetry in Britain. Do you think that is a fair account of how things developed?

Part of this grudging acceptance of the existence of non-normative poetry that I mentioned earlier has been cast in the form of a narrative that goes: there is ‘Poetry’ with a capital P, and then there is ‘experimental poetry’ also known as ‘Cambridge poetry’, which is horrible but liked by a small number of university-educated young men, and the leader of this trend is the Cambridge don (usually described as ‘reclusive’) J H Prynne. This is a hilarious distortion of what is going on. Yes, I think Prynne is a major poet who has had a huge influence on many people’s poetics, my own included, but the avant-garde scene is much more complex and wide-ranging than that. You can trace current developments back to the ferment in London in the early 70s, with such influential figures as Eric Mottram, who taught me at King’s College London, the sound poet and publisher Bob Cobbing, and Allen Fisher, who was involved with the Fluxus art movement. Then there was the Cambridge scene, which included Andrew Crozier, Peter Riley, John James, Wendy Mulford and others as well as Prynne. And poets and poet-publishers elsewhere in the UK, often influenced by the US Black Mountain, New York and West Coast scenes: Tom Raworth, Lee Harwood, and the great Roy Fisher who has reached his eightieth year I believe.

If someone is curious about linguistically innovative poetry, but doesn’t know where to start, what would you recommend?

Well, of course I would recommend the Reality Street website! But if you want a really thorough introduction to British linguistically innovative poetry, I’d suggest looking at http://www.modernpoetry.org.uk and follow up leads from there.

Of course, as well as publishing, you also write. Your recent prose work, Nostalgia for Unknown Cities, uses imaginative ways of producing narrative. Could you tell us a bit more about this?

I founded Reality Street, and its predecessor, Reality Studios magazine, out of frustration that the kind of writing I was trying to do had few outlets. I wanted to establish a community of writers and readers and that is still the aim. I started out as a prose writer, quite successful in placing short stories during the 1970s in such magazines as Transatlantic Review and Bananas, edited by Emma Tennant, as well as the Arts Council anthology New Stories. My stories were influenced by Kafka, Borges, Beckett and science-fiction. They were speculative and experimental. But I couldn’t take it any further. An editor at Chatto & Windus asked to see a novel but I realised I couldn’t or wouldn’t produce what he was after. Which turned out to be the likes of Martin Amis and Ian McEwan, both a couple of years older than me. At the time I thought what the avant-garde poets were producing was far more interesting than most prose fiction being done, so I joined their ranks instead. Goodbye to a literary career! Now, interestingly, I have almost ceased to write verse and have reverted to narrative prose, experimenting with forms and modes: dialogues, dramatic monologues, mock-documentary, formalistic experiments with sentences. My continuing need to establish a context for my own writing has led me to start the Reality Street Narrative Series, which is dedicated to experimental fiction. It’s all quite selfish, really!

Denise Riley, one of the most well known of the writers you publish, has often written about the difficulty of truthfully putting the self into words. Would you say you work under the weight of such ‘unrealised ethics of authorship’? And if so, where do they end and where do they begin?

There has always been controversy in the kind of poetry I’m involved with about using the ‘I’. Denise’s poetry is the most sophisticated treatment of the self in writing that I know. Well, I have experimented with poetry in which the personal pronouns are eliminated, but my preference is for active play with them. A lot of my writing has to do with notions of ‘inside’ and ‘outside’ and the illusory nature of the relationship between the two. In one of my most recent works, ‘Bardo’, parts of which have been published, for instance in my pamphlet Red & Green (Oystercatcher Press), there are three characters, named as the first person, the second person and the third person, who constantly change places. This is also a running gag on the Trinity, perhaps a relic of my own long lapsed Catholicism.

Finally, it is little less than a decade until we will have a new Poet Laureate, perhaps enough time for Britain to catch up with the fresh wave in experimentation occuring in American literature. Who would be your ideal candidate to bring about a sparky new era in British poetry?

Good heavens, what a question! I saw an interview with Allen Fisher recently in which he was posed the same question, and pointed out that it depends on how you regard that absurd institution. To his credit, whatever you may think of his own poetry, Andrew Motion tried to develop it into a kind of ambassadorship for poetry, and if that’s the role, then Allen Fisher suggested the late Douglas Oliver, an avant-garde poet who actively tried to reach out to a common culture, might have fitted the bill. Alas, Doug is no longer with us. My suggestion would be someone who already has the common touch but is also open to every kind of poetry there is. Ian McMillan, who appears regularly on the BBC, is known primarily for his comic verse, but I know he is very open-minded about poetry, and indeed has been an active supporter of Reality Street right from the start. Ian would have my vote!

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Richard Evans is the author of two collections of poetry, The Zoo Keeper, which was released when he was 21 and highly commended in The Forward Prizes, and his latest release, Orbiting. His website is http://www.richardevanspoetry.co.uk.

Interview: Claire Trévien

Claire Trévien is the ringmaster of online poetry reviews bible Sabotage, as well as a bilingual creative whirlwind in her own right. We hollered our questions across the rumpled swathes of the English Channel and she sent the following bottle back…

Tell us a bit about yourself and what you do.

I’m a Franco-British poet, translator, reviewer and editor of Sabotage. I’m also in the last year of a PhD in collaboration with Waddesdon Manor, which involves co-curating a small exhibition of prints of the French Revolution (open now). I like being kept busy.

Who or what are your main influences?

Who? As far as poetry goes, the first poem I fell in love with, around the age of eleven was Arthur Rimbaud’s ‘Ma Bohème’, it’s hovered over me since, for better or for worse, as the pinnacle of poetry, it ensnares me like few other poems can and I’ve never managed to translate it in a way that’s done it justice, I don’t think I ever will, it’s become too personal.
What? I am most influenced by my birthplace Brittany, its legends, its landscape, its magic, I’m attached to it by some sort of umbilical cord.

What was the initial idea or manifesto behind Sabotage and has that changed?

I don’t think it’s changed greatly; perhaps it has refined itself. I started out wanting to put the spotlight on publications that don’t often get attention. It started out as a blog but I quickly started adding other reviewers, and then editors, but the spirit is still the same. We concentrate on poetry pamphlets, fiction anthologies (by small/indie publishers) novellas, literary magazines, and live performances. Occasionally we get something that doesn’t fit into the mould, so we have to judge it on a case by case basis. The rules aren’t set in stone, but if it’s getting a lot of attention outside of us, we’re less likely to take it on.

What are the biggest challenges and most rewarding aspects of translation for you?

As far as poetry translation goes, they’re the same as those of writing poetry: deciding when to abandon it is the most difficult part. Learning not to do pyrotechnics is the other: sometimes plain language serves the original best. I always translate the poem literally at first, and I love the strange expressions that can come up during the process. Spending several hours under a poem’s skin is a great way to understand how a poet functions and sometimes, just sometimes, some of that magic rubs off on you and you just have to open a new document and spill some words out. It’s a great source of inspiration, especially if you’re having a dry patch.

How does what you’ve experienced of the French poetry scene differ from the British version?

I have mostly, shamefully, experienced the Anglo-American scene in Paris, which I have to say is particularly vibrant at the moment. It’s had quite the second youth. New presses, magazines and anthologies have been cropping up to capture this special moment. I am a regular at Spoken Word (at Culture Rapide) which is, I think, the centre of the hub. So it’s an exciting time to be in Paris, the community is fairly small but constantly rejuvenated by new arrivals from all over the world.
I am less excited about the French poetry scene at the moment, outside of the slam scene, which is fantastic, I’ve been struggling to find any zines of the kind Britain produces by the bucket load. It also seems harder for young poets to make it. That being said, I am renting a flat from the youngest Oulipo member and his bookshelves tell me the stories the internet is quiet about; that there is a very active underground scene. The main difference, I feel, is that you have to be in the know to be able to experience it, whereas the British scene is less hermetic. These are gross generalisations of course.

What frustrates you most about poetry, and what do you think the medium is best placed to achieve?

I get more frustrated about issues that surround poetry than poetry itself, and I have trouble thinking about poetry in terms of achievements… I often think of poetry as carnivalesque in the Bakhtinian sense: a second world that’s concrete, warm, that embraces all of the people but that is also full of mischief, imagination and misrule. If it gains a definition it will always turn it on its head.

Given ultimate power, what would you change to provide a more receptive environment to poetry?

I think the key is in raising children to love poetry. I’ve tutored some students through their English GCSEs and by then they’ve already been scarred. They think poetry is boring, difficult, not for them; they cannot read it without a clear list of things to find in them, as if it were a map or a wordsearch. So if I had any power it would be to change the syllabus and have poetry-loving English teachers installed in every school.

How have online tools helped or hindered your work?

I am an internet addict, for better or for worse, maybe I’d write better poetry without the distractions but I owe so much to online communities and, of course, Sabotage would not exist without the internet.

Whose work are you currently enjoying, and why?

I am still praising Roberto Bolaño weeks after I critiqued him for Horizon Review. His poetry is really quite bonkers, dangerous and oddly moving. I think the fact that it is translated makes it taste wonderfully fresh.

Finally, what future projects have you got planned?

Well, Sabotage is launching its inaugural Saboteur Awards this month, celebrating literary magazines, be they online or hard copies. I would love to find some sort of money for Sabotage to either put into the awards and/or to pay the reviewers, so that’s something I’d like to plot. Poetry-wise, I have a pamphlet of poetry, Low-Tide Lottery, coming out with Salt later this year, so that’s exciting. And finally I have to finish my PhD sometime soon so I better get cracking.

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For further Claire, seek out Sabotage or www.clairetrevien.co.uk, or follow Sabotage on Twitter

Poetics of the Movie Trailer

Andrea T. Judge tests the progress of visual media towards a new kind of poetry – one already broadcast to millions.


I. The restless age of multimedia

There seems to be little disagreement that the speed and extent to which the arts are changing around us is something unprecedented. Not only the vehicles for expression, but also the measure and degree to which artistic products are consumed and their true or apparent role in society – all of these factors have been trailing the technological revolution of the past century, becoming more complex at the same rate as our lives got infused with new signs, codes, objects and voices. The criticism and theory behind them have been subject to equally drastic changes.

Movie trailers point – perhaps more so than any other form – to the potential held by visual narrative to develop towards lyric and epic forms, given due time.

The comforting thing about studying literature is that its history is comparatively linear. In general, literary cultures seem to follow this pattern: first comes poetry, subdivided in epic and lyric expressions, representing the social and the private voices of a culture. Then comes drama, potentially in verse, subdivided in the tragic and the comic (or comedic), which brings together private needs and public laws and stages their conflict by means of dialogue. Finally, as the third and last stage comes the novel, a universal space of narration where all voices are allowed to come and play out. The Classical ages followed this evolutionary line, with Homer and Sappho followed by Aeschylus and Sophocles, in turn followed by Chariton and Xenophon of Ephesus. Europe did the same, starting from Dante and Petrarch, on to Shakespeare and Lope de Vega and Molière, and lately flourishing into countless great novelists.

I describe this tripartite schema for literary history because it will later turn out to be crucial. Literary traditions come in first-, second- or third-order forms, referring primarily to poetry, drama, or the novel. The work behind this literary theory of evolution has been carefully formulated by thinkers like Hegel, Bakhtin and Frye, and we shall come back to their theories further on.

Now, attempting to discern a similar thread of order in the history of visual narrative, most notably cinema (and television), is a much more difficult task. It is generally agreed that cinema is a ‘young’ art, but the definition comes far too short; a better term to describe it would be embryonic. Cinema is barely a hundred years old, which is an eye-blink in terms of a medium’s history. It is so young that not so much the genres and themes have not stabilised, but the very technology behind it seems to impede any sedimentation by revolutionising its assets every two or three decades. From silent films we passed to sound, then from black and white we turned to colour, from projection halls we moved to television screens, and from on-set special effects we went to CGI. Today we may be witnessing the ascent of 3D and, no doubt more importantly, a tremendous process of democratisation that is taking place through internet and the digital phenomena: it is enough to have a Youtube account and know how to use Windows Media Player, and you can practically make and distribute your own shorts. Television once changed the phenomenology of the visual arts, and the digital age is now putting them back in the blender.

These advancements were not simple progressions in form. They changed everything in the way that films were made and seen, including the techniques used by artists to express themselves. The result is that masterpieces of their time which are less than a hundred years old (sometimes less than fifty!) have become borderline unwatchable. Go anywhere but in a film school and see how many people you can find who will genuinely enjoy The Potemkin Battleship, The Passion of Jean of Arc, or Tokyo Story. See how many people have even ever heard of them.

The problem presents itself again, in an even sharper form, with that fascinating emergent art, that of videogames. Again we have a medium of expression which makes it hard to speak of a masterpiece because the development of technology alone is enough to make masterpieces obsolete very quickly. How many people nowadays play the original Castlevania or Metroid? Except that while films seem to witness such a shift every twenty-five or thirty years, videogames seem to transform their core mechanics every decade.

Part of the problem is that these new forms of expression have been contaminated by traditions already established in other mediums. Cinema, in theory, finds its closest relative in drama, the second stage of development in the evolutionary schema we discussed above. Nevertheless it also folds over with the visual arts and with music. From a narrative point of view, so many films are developed from novels that they will inevitably assume some of their narrative techniques, thus blending second- and third-order forms. This may be part of the reason why cinema never slipped into the pre-ordained structures of tragedy/comedy which instantly took hold of the stage wherever major dramatic traditions developed – in Greece, in Rome, in England, in Spain, in France. More likely though, it’s simply that it is too early. Cinema has not had the time to develop a unified tragic tradition (notwithstanding a few isolated films, particularly in crime fiction, which deserve to be called tragedies in their own right). Perhaps it never shall. It may just be that stability will never be in reach of cinema, and that its form is defined precisely by its transience, like the glamour of its stars.

II. The lyra, the lyric, and the song video.

While the above questions are perhaps best left for scholars three-hundred years from now, when the digital dust has had a little time to settle, it is fascinating to look at some of the sub-genres that are beginning to ossify in the meantime. I mentioned that cinema has its closest ties to drama. Films usually last between ninety and one-hundred-and-sixty minutes, a duration similar to that of plays. This duration befits stories of a given type – stories with multiple characters, a certain unity of time and space, and a focus on the concept of pathos. It is rare that a film will feature less than four characters, or that it will span five centuries in its representation. Yet it is enough to change something as simple as a motion picture’s duration to bend or modify its dramatic structure, leading it away from the second-order form and towards other types of narrative.

Among the most interesting, incipient forms of non-dramatic visual narrative there are song videos and movie trailers. Are these ‘dramatic’ forms of narrative? And if not, how do they distinguish themselves from the story-telling structure of films?

Song videos often contain a narrative. We may have, for instance, a disappointed lover accusing, rejecting, dismissing or defaming the object of his/her former love. But the primary difference with long feature films (and how they may construct the main story) is that the music video is not based on dialogue. The images throw back to the monologue (or, in Bakhtin’s original terminology, monologic language) of the song’s lyrics. The word lyrics, which refers to the words of a song, indicates the bond of songs with lyric poetry, as originally accompanied by the Greek instrument known as the lyra. Indeed there is an argument that modern songs have taken up the role of personal expression originally held by poetry, particularly in countries like France, which have a strong tradition of poet-singers.

Songs are clearly first-order rather than second-order, in the sense that they are far closer to the lyric than they are to the dramatic tradition, and song videos reflect this. Not only are they founded on monologue rather than dialogue, they do not possess the unity of time and space we find in film. Their images jump around at will between different settings, moments and scenes: we may find the singer in two or three different outfits, singing in or from different locations and situations, with the shots cutting from the one to the other with no necessary relation between them. In films, the images must follow a logic of causality: successive images are explained by the ones which came before them, in accordance with the concept of the stage as a neutral plane with its own suspended time continuum, separate from real time. Music videos lack external referents to demand cohesion and they are allowed to go in any temporal or spatial direction they please. They are always imminent, they are always – and only – the present.

Movie trailers are an even more interesting case of visual narrative turning away from the dramatic and towards the lyric, and they point – perhaps more so than any other form – to the potential held by visual narrative to develop towards lyric and epic forms, given due time. They are worth considering now.

III. Poetics of the movie trailer.

What is so unique about the narrative structure of trailers is, well – that there isn’t any. Trailers usually begin by establishing a traditional narrative, with shots of characters interacting and dialogue setting up the situation, only to break down into a succession of completely unrelated images, accompanied by music, and then closing with the film’s title.

This ‘breakdown’ structure has in fact evolved only recently. Originally, trailers were every bit as dramatic and successive as the films they publicised. The promotional short for Orson Welles’ 1972 Treasure Island consists in segments of the film shown in correct chronological order, with a narratorial voice to explain the story. Outside of the fact that it did not include the ending, it was to all intents and purposes, a summary of the film. While there were alternatives to this structure (the original Star Wars trailer from 1977 consists of a narratorial voice expounding on the qualities of the story rather than on its content, showing independent mini-narrative sequences as ‘evidence’ for what it says), for a long time the idea of the trailer remained essentially that of the synopsis. Only in the middle of the 1980s do we start finding traces of what will later become the standard. The trailer for James Cameron’s Aliens, for example, includes some remarkably disjointed battle sequences, but the rest of the trailer is still built as a plot-summary, with no significant steps forward with respect to that of Treasure Island except for the fact that the narratorial voice has been discarded, and all speech comes from the original film scenes themselves.

Trailers today are something very different. I propose that we examine one closely. Here’s my case-study:


This is one of the trailers for Zack Snyder’s 2006 blockbuster epic 300 (from a visual point of view, an extremely interesting film and another example of how new technologies keep changing our forms of visual story-telling). It opens with three wholly unrelated images: a moonlit temple at the top of a mountain, then a group of soldiers in front of a tree nailed with human bodies, and finally a ship sinking in a storm. A prologue, we may say, for what comes later.

After this, the trailer appears to establish itself into a conventional structure of causality – a recognizable narrative. The Spartans are ‘presented’ by the narrative voice, the first-person plural, We Spartans descended from Hercules himself, with images of the Spartans to illustrate the point. This is followed by the presentation of the antagonists, first by the dying child who refers to them indirectly (They came from the blackness, and everything in this sentence already overdetermines them as foreign, against the centrality and protagonism of the We-Spartans), then by means of the incoming horsemen. After that, the characters interact, and the script essentially makes for a plot summary for the whole movie. Textually:

AMBASSADOR: Be afraid. Sparta will burn to the ground. The thousand nations of the Persian empire descend upon you.
KING: What must a king do to save his world?
WIFE: Instead ask yourself: what should a free man do?
KING: You threaten my people with slavery and death.
AMBASSADOR: This is madness!
KING: Madness? This is Sparta!

This is, in essence, the common ‘first act’ of a movie trailer, the part where the traditional narrative is established. And the ‘story’ of 300, by this stage, should be quite clear: a foreign, threatening army invades a country, but its inhabitants, the Spartans, are so tough that they fight back.

The second part of the trailer, starting from the king’s assertion ‘We will stand and fight,’ is where succession falls away, and by extension, so does dramatic narrative. Trailers have a two-act structure, as opposed to the three-act structure of tragedies. The images become a blur of broken scenes which it is impossible to arrange into a story. In the space of less than sixty seconds, we see soldiers in formation, a girl dancing, a mother hugging her child in a cornfield, a soldier hollering, horsemen riding, a charging rhino, a battle in the night, an ogre throwing an axe (and the king dodging it), a ninja, a deformed human being, concubines dancing, the queen spitting at a man, a Spartan in a firestorm and two scarred lesbians kissing, to mention but the most prominent sights.

While a number of idiots have suggested that narrative doesn’t need logically successive signs to be produced (see, for instance, the studies by Marie-Laure Ryan and Brian Richardson), practical evidence suggests the opposite: when passing through a corridor full of independent paintings in a museum, when presented with a string of different adverts on television, or when listening to a compilation of songs on a CD, we do not automatically arrange these into a narrative. Much like it is not enough for this set of unrelated images to be presented in sequence for them to become a story, so the images in this trailer do not make for a film. They are something wholly different. It is the present simultaneous to the audience rather than a self-contained time-continuum, that is to say, the lyric rather than the dramatic. As may be expected, the only thing that remains consistent, orderly and linear in trailers is the music – again, the most explicit link to the lyric tradition. There are only two tracks (choral prologue aside), a soft and a heavy one, and we switch from one to the other at the exact moment of transition from the first to the second act of the trailer. To pinpoint this, it is in the space between the king’s sentences ‘This is Sparta!’ and ‘We will stand and fight.’

(As an aside, Hegel viewed the lyric as a form where multiplicity and difference are synthesised into subjectivity – a case where the specificity of individual events is dissolved into a harmonious unity of experience. I think it’s quite clear that this is exactly what the music is doing in the trailer, that is to say, synthesising the emotional experience of the (non-)successive and disjointed images, distilling order and unity from chaos).

I made the case in a previous article that the lyric is a poetic effect defined by a passage from Apollonian to Dionysian signifiers, these being symbolised respectively by the I and the O. Such a passage results in a sense of transition, or transport, from a condition of action to a condition of being, and this sense of transport is precisely what we call the lyric effect. The Apollonian and Dionysian signifiers are usually represented by symbolic or metaphoric tropes, such as a passage from life to death, from spring to autumn, from agency to passivity, from joy to sorrow, from empire to ruin, and so on.

I point to this because the trailer’s transition from narrative to chaos, from linearity to disorder, represents precisely such a passage from Apollonian to Dionysian values. In terms of structure, a trailer is explicitly lyric. Consequently, it’s also often satisfying to watch (a bit like a music video). Makers of these little lyrical pills have spent a tremendous amount of time and effort (eight decades of promotional history, in fact) thinking how to produce trailers which would be agreeable to watch, inducing the spectator into believing that the film will also be good. Their solution turned out to be quite simple: they have rediscovered the lyric. And though their tonalities when publicising a romantic comedy may vary from those which promote a techno-thriller, the two-act Apollo-to-Dionysus structure is the one thing which remains constant, in family movies as in sci-fi flicks, in historical dramas as in action films.

I’d like to point out that I’m not postulating a link between the poetic tradition itself and the trailers. There’s no identity in terms of intent or themes, much less in artistic value. However I do point to the fundamental similarity in structure, exploited in one case by means of language, in the other by means of visual narrative. They’re both first-order form narratives. Trailers stand in the same structural relation to lyric poetry as feature films do towards drama. The same can be said of music videos.

If there is one thing that shows just how young these forms of visual narrative are, it is precisely the history of trailers. They are primitive, rudimentary pieces of expression, earning so little respect by their institutions that we don’t even know their authors. And yet they point to the tremendous space that visual narrative has for expansion and maturation. By the time this medium has become almost as democratised as language (and it is happening very quickly – as we said, it doesn’t exactly take much more than Windows Movie Maker and a Youtube account), the directions in which the visual lyric can go are endless. If nothing else, it could start a genuine, primary lyric tradition, like that of the Homeric bards, or the medieval troubadours. And, who knows, second- and third-order traditions may also stabilise after that.

It would be tempting to imagine the future of visual narrative to fall into the same historical line of evolution as that of language – from lyric/epic poetry to tragic/comic drama to the ‘novel’. But of course such an expectation is not sustainable. These arts have come into being in a culture that was (and is) already saturated with numberless artistic traditions, and where such notions as the lyric and the tragic were already familiar and well-developed. You cannot make a lyric without simultaneously saying something about the lyric – all textuality slips into metatextuality, and inevitably this affects the structure in its inception. It is more likely that cinema will not stabilise in the same order as literature did, and in fact it may even never stabilise at all. It certainly makes for a fascinating and exasperating time to be an artist. Never have things been changing so much and so quickly, never have so many mediums been so interdependent (and, simulteanously, so conflictual), and never, perhaps, has it been more difficult to tell what shall be relevant to the future, and how. The way you’re reading this essay is likely evidence enough.
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Andrea T Judge grew up in Rome and has studied literature in the UK and the Caribbean. He has worked as freelance critic of movies and games, as translator in Germany, and as sports journalist in France (where he made money by dressing up as a cartoon in Disneyland). He has also kept up a blog of rants and cultural criticism at The Rant Machine. He is currently employed on cruise ships in the Caribbean.

Interview: Andy Ching

Andy Ching is the chief of Donut Press, purveyors of pocketbook poetry gold from writers such as Paul Farley, Liane Strauss and John Hegley. We cornered him for a brief picnic…


Is it a busy time for you right now?

Yes, indeed. I’m lashed to the Donut grindstone working on various projects. I spent part of January working on Jude Cowan’s first collection, provisionally titled Reuters Tapes, which I’m very excited about. Jude works as a media archivist for ITN Source and spends much of her time cataloguing unpackaged news footage as it comes in from around the world. In early 2008 she began to write poems in response to that material and she continued through the year. The book will bring together the best of the poems. It’s a fascinating read. Over the past few weeks we’ve been working on selection and ordering, her introduction and my editor’s note, preparing the book for typesetting.

What are the most and least enjoyable things about running Donut Press?

I love almost every aspect of the editorial process – from chasing down and chatting up the writers I admire, to seeing a final document through the printing process. Marketing and sales are less enjoyable, credit control less still; worst is fundraising, which is guaranteed to put me in a bad mood.

Donut’s books are stunning and have a real sense of fun about their design. They’re distinct and recognisable without being samey, which is a line publishers have to tread carefully. Did you take inspiration from others, or had you a clear aesthetic in mind from the start?

All Donut design and typesetting is the work of Mr Liam Relph, my partner in crime. Liam was just starting out as a designer when we met and decided to join forces. We talked a lot about what we didn’t like in poetry book design. We wanted our books to look fresh and fun and hopefully appeal to any browser who might pick them up. While we’re both interested in contemporary and historical book design, I think Liam also brings something in from record design – which he’s also been involved in.

In a sense our house style relates only to format – the different sizes of the books we produce. Liam responds creatively to each typescript he receives, and chooses font, sets type and designs a cover accordingly. I like this approach. At the same time he’s always conscious of Donut as a brand and works hard to make each book fit in with what’s come before, while also trying to move forward. We’re fussy about papers and other materials – in this respect we’re probably a printer’s nightmare. I admit to one blatant theft: we nicked our pocketbook format from the brilliant City Lights Pocket Poets series. Liam’s input is crucial to Donut Press, and I love his work and working with him.

What is it about poetry that first attracted you, and that convinced you to put so much devotion and energy into promoting it?

Reading had little impact on me as a kid, but once I reached my late teens it took on huge significance. I had a period of depression and reading helped pull me through it. I read a lot of fiction at that time, but gradually became interested in poetry. For me, poetry can be the ultimate reading hit. If you boil down writing into its most potent crystalline form, you have poetry. I think a lot of people find poetry a little daunting when they first engage with it – I know I did – but once you find a few authors you like and get a foothold, you quickly feel more comfortable. As a publisher, poetry – being the poor relation to fiction and many other genres – is quite easy to get into, because no one with real commerce in mind will go there. So if you do get involved it’s relatively easy to get to work with real writing talent. It’ll sound corny but I do think poetry can be a noble art.

Tell us about your interest in WS Graham, and how it began.

Roddy Lumsden suggested I check him out. It took me a little while to get round to it, but once I did I was knocked out. I picked up a copy of New Collected Poems and began reading during a night of interrupted sleep. Douglas Dunn describes Graham as a poet of ‘the night hours,’ and this is spot on – particularly when applied to mid- to late-period Graham. Reading his work you get the sense of a man up at his desk, digging up memories and turning over ideas and phrases while the rest of the world is asleep. The mind seems to work at a different pitch during the dead of night. So this immediately struck a chord during my first reading.

Graham developed a strategy of involving, sometimes almost implicating the reader within his poems, and this draws and hooks you in. While you might say much of his work is an exploration of the difficulties of communication, it’s often dramatic and brilliantly comic, never dry. He always stressed the importance of ‘disturbing the language’, and tried to find an idiom and music, and approach to his material, which was striking and new. He liked to put pressure on the line and warp syntax in weird and wonderful ways. Reading him led me to some deeper thinking about poetics and much else. Re-publishing one of his great sequences – ‘Approaches To How They Behave’ – was a brilliant opportunity. I spent part of 2009 out on the road, trying to sing his praises, which was great fun. I met some fine people, some of whom had been friends with the man. I’ll be down in Devon and Cornwall in a few weeks, taking part in two Graham celebration events.

You’ve published poets like Tim Wells and Tim Turnbull, who have very distinctive performance styles (the latter even breaking into song sometimes!). Do you feel poetry should work equally well on page and stage?

Ideally, yes, but not all good poets can read aloud or perform for an audience; while some good performers just don’t translate to the page. I’ve been reading Basil Bunting lately and largely agree with his thought that poetry ‘is to be heard’. Sound and sense are bound, to a large degree, in language; so if you get the sound of a poem right you’re more likely to capture the right sense and achieve the desired effect on the listener/reader. Of course while some poets, like Bunting, sound beautiful to the ear, others aim for a different kind of music. As a publisher I’m looking for material that works on the page – the publisher’s medium – because these days many readers don’t take the opportunity to hear poetry read aloud.

Does a poet have to be a strong live performer for their material to succeed?

Definitely not, though it helps. They have to be a good writer, which is hard enough.

What would you like to see more of and less of in contemporary poetry?

Perhaps a little less of the lyric ‘I’ – there are many other poetic modes – and a little more adventure. The publication of the Bloodaxe anthology Identity Parade (in March) should be interesting. There’s not been a major generational anthology for a while, and I hope the selection will show off the diversity of the current British and Irish scenes. If I look back a decade, the British poetry world of 2000 seemed a lot more uptight and factional. Over the past few years there seems to have been a loosening up: now poets and readers seem more willing to explore and enjoy work from vastly different poetries. If my observations are at all close to the mark, I hope this broader engagement will continue. Also, in my dreams, I’d like a little more, and better, coverage of poetry in the national press. While I understand the pressure for space I find it hard to excuse the narrow, and often poor, coverage that makes it into that space.

In terms of regular live poetry events, what do you enjoy and recommend?

The recent London live scene has been phenomenal. There’s been a huge rise in the number of interesting new writer/performers, and promoters have become much more innovative. On some evenings, frustratingly, there have been close to a handful of cracking events on offer, and some performers have been bouncing around town appearing at two or three. I think Shortfuse (run by Cocker-esque Uri Geller fan and performance poet Nathan Penlington – KI) had a really creative and entertaining approach, and I’ve a feeling they may have influenced a number of the newer promoters. I have to be careful what I say. If I single out any particular series, I’m bound to piss off organisers of equally good strands. While I’m aware my answers may begin to sound like an advert for the talents of Mr Roddy Lumsden, I do think Broadcast (in its different forms) has been hugely positive – not only bringing in writers from across the country, but its one-off themed events have prompted many poets to produce good material which wouldn’t otherwise have appeared. Broadcast events have drawn big crowds and been great fun. As a venue, The Betsey Trotwood pub (on Farringdon Road) has been host to some great events over the past few years. Tom Chivers and the London Word Festival team are also doing great work, as are Salena Godden, Christopher Horton, Richard Tyrone Jones, Paul Lyalls, Niall O’Sullivan, Jody Porter, Kevin Reinhardt, The Shuffle, Tall Lighthouse and Wordplay. Salt have just started their Salt Cellars.

So what next for you personally, and for Donut?

For Donut, five new books in the autumn, fingers crossed. There’ll be full collections from Matthew Caley and Jude Cowan, pocketbooks from Wayne Holloway-Smith and Ahren Warner, and a limited edition of a great new sequence by A.B. Jackson. Personally, I’ll be walking the dog, followed by the washing up – I’m better trained than the dog!

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Any Last Words?

Kirsten Irving muses on how, and how not, to end a poem.


As anyone who’s received editorial suggestions from me will no doubt have noticed, I have a predilection for hacking off the end of poems. I was concerned about this for a while, wondering if it had become a reflex action, but having mused on it, I stand by my conviction that a lot of poems go on longer than they need to. A strong ending is as essential as a good opening line. There’s little worse than feeling the writer has gotten bored halfway through, or doesn’t have a particularly clear idea of what they want to do with the poem and is rambling to a close; instead, the impression should be that the author chose an ending that maximises the impact or purpose of the piece. I don’t mean to say that all poets should begin with the exact wording of their closing in mind (indeed, there is value in the stream-of-consciousness approach), just that there is value in knowing where to stop.

Just as an example, imagine a poem ending:

“I drive the motorway
that will take all my friends
that will steal all I have
even the remnants of snot from this clinging cold
even this flattened snatch of grass
where I feel you with me always.”


Cutting the last line would in this case do the poem a world of good, because it clumsily spells out what could be left neatly implied. The flattened grass is a strong image, and on its own suggests that the recent presence of a person or persons and their absence is in some way significant.

Overexplanation is a big offender. I sympathise if a writer feels nobody is going to understand what they’re on about, to the point of not enjoying the poem. If that’s the case, road-test it on some readers. Ambiguity can be great – perhaps they’ll like it. If, however, they’re baffled to frustration, go back through and see where you might make subtle alterations throughout the body of the poem, instead of tying one big ugly knot of “This was why” at the end. Often, simply by presenting an image the author says what they intended to explain and more.

Say, for example, a piece ended along these lines:

“On that day, I returned
to find, nestled in my toy chest,
flowers and a gun.
The tools of murder.”


Why not leave the gun to speak for itself? The added explanation in the last line speaks of a lack of confidence in the image.

Ending on an abstract noun is difficult, but not impossible, to pull off. Too often, reams of excellent grabbable images flit by, only for a poem to end on “I just wanted forgiveness”, or “into the darkness”, or “Finally, we had closure”. The reader needs something solid to hold onto, something specific – an action, an object – which imprints itself on the memory. Why mention “The lake’s beauty” when you could leave the reader with “a glow on the lake”? It doesn’t have to be action-packed or shocking, or even highly emotive. But abstracts, for all their functionality, lack colour and taste – it’s like finishing the dessert course of a great meal and then being made to eat a spoonful of mashed potato.

Punchlines are a dangerous area. Richard Katrovas makes good use of one in ‘Love Poem for an Enemy’, proffering forgiveness and reconciliation to his foe while adhering to a classical structure, before closing with “while you’re down there, kiss my ass”. It’s a trick that can’t be played too often, however, as it grows old quickly. Children’s verse manages to get away with the cymbal clash on occasion, though the best writers, like Allan Ahlberg and Roger McGough, don’t rely on it. Humour, irony and food for thought are best when carefully sustained throughout the length of a poem, rather than saved as a sting in the tail (what, so the rest of the poem was just preamble?). Think of it like getting a lasting sun tan: it’s best to do it gradually in small doses, rather than in one short, sense-frying blast. Punchlines, wrongly used, can come across as an attempt to save a lazily written poem, or as a diatribe in rhyme. If it’s an obvious or oft-repeated sentiment, it’s hard to get away from the sense that it would be better explored in speech or prose.

It’s not just humorous poems, either. The very worst examples are those pieces that try to assert a political or ideological point or that attempt to generate a revelatory moment by meandering hopelessly before whacking a great “Ha! But really she was a ghost!” on the end. I’ve done it, you’ve done it. It doesn’t make it right.

To return to Roger McGough, his poem ‘The Lesson’ has a great last line. Strident and amoral, the murderous teacher, surveying the bodies of his pupils, hits an Arnie note: “Let that be a lesson, he said.” Given the context of the poem – a classroom massacre – this might seem like a punchline of sorts, but McGough has thought of this, mirroring the speech in the earlier lines “I’m going to teach you a lesson/one that you’ll never forget.” The first reference to the title provides the threat; the second, though similar, denotes grisly satisfaction, since it arrives after the bloody events. This neat rounding-off, so odd considering the horror that has just taken place, is highly effective when read by children, playing on their experience of fairytales (the soft, non-Grimm varieties that are peddled in schools and in children’s publishing in general) always ending “happily ever after”. Yes, it’s ended very tidily, but everyone is dead! Immediately the poem raises questions and ignites interest.

Equally, abrupt endings can be very effective. Gregory Corso’s ‘She Doesn’t Know He Thinks He’s God’ places the gentle, dreamlike state of John Rasin, as he comes to grips with his realisation and experiences a rebirth of sorts, against the frenzy of his wife, terrified for their sick child and firmly rooted in reality. The final line of the poem is simply the wife screaming “John the baby will die!” The open-ended note Corso strikes here, by refusing to wrap up the sequence of events or even really to break the spell that pins Rasin in his delusion as his wife hits breaking point, is magnificent. For a short poem, it’s got an incredible right hook on it.

In terms of practising and improving the clout of last lines, I find writing pantoums can be a very useful exercise. For the uninitiated, a pantoum features an abab rhyme scheme and follows a pattern whereby every line is at some point repeated, with the final line matching the line the poem began on. Knowing that this is the way the poem will end minimises any tendency to meander. Instead, the writer is forced to examine the ending as they begin, and look into generating a start line that is flexible enough to register some level of development or added significance by the end of the piece, and at the same time sufficiently powerful to kick the poem off.

This article, of course, has not made things easy for itself. Now I’ve banged on about the importance of effective endings, I’ve got to wrap it up well. I think I’ll leave it to Tony Hoagland, who bucks the trend and gives us a resonant abstract-noun finish, proving that no rule is without exceptions. Here’s the ending to ‘When Dean Young Talks about Wine’:

“When a beast is hurt it roars in incomprehension.
When a bird is hurt it huddles in its nest.


“But when a man is hurt,
………………..he makes himself an expert.
Then he stands there with a glass in his hand
staring into nothing
………………..as if he were forming an opinion.”

Interview: Richard Tyrone Jones

Grand Overlord of the Utter! poetry franchise, serial Ted Hughes impersonator and London/Edinburgh poetry stalwart, ginger rights activist Richard Tyrone Jones dropped in for the following chat with us, back when he was the picture of innocence.

Tell us a bit about yourself, to start with.

Born Rechavia K. Silvermann 1981 in Tel Aviv, one of identical twins. After my brother died in infancy I was adopted by Gloria and Tyrone Jones and so grew up in Wolverhampton, a slightly less glamorous location. Some of my comic poetry takes the piss out of my granite lion-guarded upbringing and deals with issues of adoption and genetic survival. I did comedy at Cambridge with Fat Fat Pope, described as ‘God’s gift to comedy’ by the Observer and ‘wanky, self-important brats’ by the Independent. We did sketches about Max Ernst, Viking settlement patterns and the pre-Russian revolution proletariat selling their joints to the aristocracy so they could reticulate like massive arachnids, but I dropped out before my finals to work in the Gulf. Moved to London 2003, did a load of shitty public sector admin before finally having the balls and the contacts to say ‘fuck this shit’ and become the subtle, considered poet I am now. I run ‘Utter!’, have at least one biological child, with up to ten pending, and have performed everywhere from the O2 Wireless festival to Welwyn Garden City.

Who has influenced you in general?

John Peel for his eclecticism and chatty style – he was like a surrogate uncle growing up in a frankly cultureless home. In poetry my first exposure was to Lear, and his influence lingers. Tims Wells and Turnbull, Clare Pollard, Paul Birtill, Betjeman, Bukowski and many more. Comedy: Louis CK, Larry David, Chris Morris, Kenny Everett, Mark Watson, Simon Munnery. Fiction: Self, Eco, H.P. Lovecraft, Stewart Home, Blyton, Poe. Tell you what, that Shakespeare’s not bad either.

Reclaiming ginger. Discuss.

Or ‘the G-word’. As you probably already know the word was coined in the eighteenth century, as an anagram of, and corollary to, ‘the n-word’, expressly to foment anti-Keltic racism along the same lines of anti-Afrikan prejudice. In the New World the former failed; the latter sadly retained its hold for socio-demographic reasons. In the Old World the situation is now reversed: due to the imperium’s centripedal post-war settlement patterns, it is considered unacceptable to define an ‘out-group’ on the basis of skin colour, but acceptable, humorous even, to do so on grounds of hair colour. This is partly due to the aforementioned prejudice against the Celtic fringe/diaspora and the recessive nature of the sixteenth chromosome’s MRC1 gene. This is compounded by recent reports of, and including a photographic project predicated on the premise that, the Ginger phenotype will die out in the next 150-300 years. Such defeatist predictions, were they applied to blacks or Koreans, would rightly result in accusations of racism.

Utter! Gingers, a night we held featuring a wealth of Ginger talent including A.F. Harrold, Eric Gregory award-winner Heather Phillipson, Tamsin Kendrick and John Anstiss, sought instead to celebrate our genetic diversity, its global spread and the cultural heritage of the original, pre-Ice Age inhabitants of the British Isles through the spoken word. It also featured a lecture on Ginger History and achievements and free genetic tests for the ginger haplotype, to show just how many of the population were blessed with carrying the recessive Afro-Kelt genes!

How are the writing workshops going and what’s been the overall response so far?

The Utter! writing group has been meeting for five years now, on Saturdays (except the first in the month) from 11am-1pm in Wood Green library’s community room, welcoming many guest poets and writers. Roddy Lumsden ran one of the workshops last year. It’s been great for the confidence and skills of all involved, many of whom have been there since the very beginning. It’s a lot of fun getting people to write in new styles like sci-fi, pulp, sonnets and villanelles. I only wish the members of the writing group would actually finish more stuff and submit it to exciting quality publications such as Trespass, The Delinquent or Fuselit!

What’s been the best/worst live experience you’ve had, either as a performer or as a compere?

Probably my best live experience has got to be the very first ‘Utter!’s, or more recently winning over 400 punters crammed into the Rhythm Factory – who were obviously only there to see Pete Doherty – by charmingly putting down their heckles and saying we’d got some guy called ‘What’s his name? Keith Goggerty?’ doing five minutes of open mic at the end. I enjoyed baiting them. Thank fuck he turned up. The worst live experience was my second stand-up appearance when I was totally cocky from initial success and was woefully unprepared. That taught me to graft! With poetry it’s difficult to have a truly bad gig (unless it’s really badly organised, usually by someone else), because you’ve done all the hard work writing the things and poetry audiences are more open to experiencing a range of emotions and subjects. In the end it’s just reading off some slices of dead tree and the humans like it or they don’t.

What would you like to see more of and less of in poetry, in both performance or the written word?

I’d like to see a UN peacekeeper-enforced moratorium on versions of ‘The Revolution will not be televised’, ‘dying Dad’ pieces to be rationed to one per poet, and for whiny American girls to realise that rapping your personal problems with a hanging article at the end of each line only makes me want to laugh at them, no matter how many of your puppies died of Aids at the hands of THE MAN. I’d like to see more daytime and outdoor readings, sestinas, villanelles, clerihews, ventriloquism and pantoums delivered using loop pedals.

Whose poetry are you currently enjoying?

Julia Bird’s long-overdue first collection Hannah and the Monk is beautiful. Each poem has a definite plot or argument and works symmetrically as a contraption. Reminds me a little, in her historical empathic imagination, of the Forward-commended Angela Cleland. Matthew Sweeney is another favourite. Well dark, dreamy unspecified menace. S’boss crunk. Rising’s always great. Live, Jow Lindsay is a strange, intelligent and fearless performer and I hope to get him to remix some of my ordure. What swings you more with a poem? Subject matter or execution/style?

To the extent that, as Don Paterson has it, poems are ‘little machines for remembering’ themselves, both subject and style support each other. However, I possess a very visual imagination. Thus, probably if one were to encounter a poem with sparkling subject matter, yet badly executed, one would in any case later reconstitute it narratively in the manner one would wish to have heard it. On the other hand, wonderful execution cannot save an essentially slight conceit from being forgotten.

Having seen the quote from Tim Wells about you ‘bridging the page/stage divide’, what do you make of the whole argument and are you plotting a collection?

Hah, that was an adaptation of some lazily-written Apples and Snakes copy. There exists no divide but a continuum, and wherever I find myself on it at a particular reading I can’t help but bloodymindedly take the piss out of its conventions. I know that my over-use of mocking ironic detachment could be seen as a safety net to protect me from actually feeling any emotions but hell, we all need a psychological stab-proof vest of some kind, and better that than OCD or drug use. I have some silly, learnt ‘party pieces’ that I wheel out when it’s necessary but generally I like reading stuff out from ‘the page’ because unlike some hosts I like to turn over new material and it makes you look more intelligent to all dem gaal in the audience. Coming from a failed comic background, I can forgive nerves but not mumbling or lack of eye contact.

I have been plotting (I like that, it makes it sound as if it’ll be full of coded references to the return of a Catholic to the throne of England), and have realsed, with Vintage Poison, a compendium of dark poetry, daft poetry, fiction, diagrams and slightly inept fanboy pictures entitled Germline. I’d like to make it clear to the Forward judges it is, as such, not a first poetry collection.

Finally, what plans do you have for expanding the Utter! empire and for your own work?

I’m in talks with various Arabs about jetting out to set up ‘Utter!’ Bahrain, Qatar and United Arab Emirates and a second anthology. An episode of ukpoetrypodcast.com is forthcoming and I hope to do an MA and more schools work.

For my published work, there are three second books in the pipeline. All the beautiful ones self-harm will be a compassionate but bathetic sonnet redouble about my meagre sexual conquests. I have but one more Pokemon to catch to crown that. Crush All Liberals may or may not have an ironic title and Wisdom and Depravity will be a revised collection of Burroughs, Carter and Eco-influenced sick fiction I wrote in the early 21st century.

In other words, Richard Tyrone Jones shall perfect Hubris as an Art form.

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Richard’s first collection, Germline, is out now from Vintage Poison. For more things RTJ, consult his cavalcade of upcoming events on Facebook or stalk him on myspace. Or if you feel official, get thee to the Utter! events site.

Advanced studies in poems of the light and of the dark

Part 3 of a trilogy of articles in which Andrea T Judge discusses the history and evolution of lyric and epic poetry and what they mean to us today.


It is only a trick of the historical lens that leads us to see philosophy as a discipline separate from the sciences. Originally the word meant ‘lovers of knowledge’, and it certainly did not restrict these thinkers from fields like astrology, physics, biology and mathematics. The efforts of men in many ways ill-equipped to understand the world were sometimes misguided or insufficient, but in their own way, they could be illuminating. The most interesting of their theories, in terms of our studies in poetry, are those most ambitious and aggrandising: their ideas on what the universe was composed of and how it worked.

Specifically, we are interested in the theories of those among the Greeks who were looking for the essence of the universe – those who sought that mysterious spirit you got when you reduced all difference from the tangible world, that which we all have in common. In poetic terms, these men were seeking ‘O’. Of course, the great paradox of studying ‘O’ is that you are essentially studying nothing. The ‘O’ represents the void; it is a form self-same from every angle, and even back then it meant nothing as a word. What is remarkable is not that the worldview of the Greeks discovered the ‘O’ as the end of difference, rather the other way round – that in order to understand the universe and everything about it, the Greeks thought the best method would be to seek the end of all difference. Their guiding principle of science and cosmology was directed by ‘O’, rather than by demonstrable observations of the world around them – so much so that when Leucippus and Democritus developed atomism, a conceptual precursor of atomic theory, it had no empirical evidence to back it up. After the classical ages, it fell into oblivion for almost two millennia.

To the extent that ‘O’ also means death, it seems less audacious to see it as the telos (the ‘end’) towards which philosophies were naturally directed. And atomism, the doctrine dictating that everything in the world is subdivided into equal, indestructible, unchangeable atoms (allowing only for some slight differences in their shape), was a quest strictly informed by the tension between both the ‘O’ and the ‘I’. On one hand, it sought the essential ‘stuff’ that everything is made of, the material of each atom (or, the atom for all materials), which is the ‘O’. On the other, by propounding an equal individual unit as the component of the universe, Democritus was postulating 1, which is also ‘I’. And 1 is not the end of difference, but its fundamental building block: Democritus saw an ‘I’ in the universe. He saw a difference. For ‘I’ is difference itself, much as ‘O’ is the end of difference. And the atom was the predicate of both difference and non-difference.

This becomes of poetic interest when we compound it with some of the other directions taken by the Greeks in their quest to follow ‘O’ (and ‘I’) and find the essence of the world. By far the most popular cosmological philosophy of the time was the theory of the four elements developed by Empedocles, which would later be picked up by Plato and Aristotle. Arising at a similar time as atomism, it stated that the universe was composed of four elements (air, fire, water, earth), and that combinations of these four elements produced all the objects of the world. Inasmuch as these four elements represent not objects but the common substance of objects, they are, of course, a rudimentary expression of ‘O’. More importantly, they provide a unified groundwork for a study not so much of the sciences, but of poetics and poetic imagery. For it is not hard to imagine that Empedocles, had he set himself to literature, would have argued that all the great classical poetic images – the sea, the sky, the clouds, sunlight, dust, rain – were no more than raw forms of the four elements. Traditional tropes of poetry like, say, the sea, the wind, or darkness, to the extent that they possess qualities of non-difference (they are endless, fractal, lacking defined boundaries, substantially unstable, mutable and shapeless, equal in all parts), are indeed signifiers for ‘O’. Now if the language of lyric poetry has traditionally demonstrated particular concern with these images and tropes, and these tropes in turn are expressions of ‘O’, then does this suggest that there is a link between what we know as lyric poetry and the telos of the ‘O’?

There are several words which Empedocles would have reconnected to the four elements – the words ‘sea’, ‘river’, ‘rain’, ‘vapour’, ‘foam’ are forms of water. ‘Dust’, ‘ash’, ‘mud’, ‘clay’, ‘rubble’, ‘mountain’, ‘stone’ are forms of earth. ‘Wind’, ‘mist’, ‘fog’, ‘breeze’, ‘clouds’, ‘smoke’ stand for air. ‘Light’, ‘sun’, ‘flame’, ‘heat’, ‘warmth’ are all of fire. What follows from Empedocles’ suggestion is that it is possible to represent O linguistically. Words describing objects which have qualities of blurred borders, equality of composition, undefined temporality will all ring with the sound of ‘O’.

The personification of the four elements and all their natural predicates was assigned, by the Greeks, to gods and goddesses – a very obvious way of counterpoising an ‘I’ to the naturalistic expression of the ‘O.’ As an individual, a god/dess is necessarily an ‘I’ in every sense – of word, letter or sign. You had a god/dess of the sea, of the heavens, of the wind, of each individual river. Anything that was non-differentiated and ascribed to the ‘O’ (including, say, death or love) was given an equivalent in the dimension of the ‘I’. As representatives of the ‘I’ (and like everyone who can say ‘I’), gods have an agency, and the attempt to invest agency onto natural phenomena with no agenda was an aspect of the tension between ‘I’ and ‘O’. This ties in to the fact that ancient lyric poetry is most commonly addressed to the gods, from the Greek representatives to the poetry books in the Bible. After the dark ages, when writing returned to Europe in a predominantly Christian scenario, lyric poetry was no longer allowed to address multiple gods and allegorical figures were introduced. Characters like ‘Lady Love’ or ‘Lady Philosophy’ are elementary examples of an alliterative tradition which remains unique to the middle ages. Then came Dante’s Beatrice and Petrarch’s Laura, and from then on, the default addressee of lyric poetry evolved away from a divine force and towards the figure of a loved one.

Thus the ‘I’ and the ‘O’ evoke each other in what is known as poetry of address (often considered a synonym for lyric poetry – an ill-advised affiliation, as we will see). The ‘O’ is produced simply by placing speech against an ‘I’. Calling the god or goddess or beloved necessarily implies an ‘O’, even if it is not explicitly written. Rimbaud’s “O pale Ophelia” and Leopardi’s “Silvia, do you remember…” are not substantially different – you can extract the first letter from the former line and add it to the beginning of the other, and it makes no difference. Unless the preponderance of the ‘O’ is reverted by the poet later in the text (for instance, by rejecting or condemning the addressee, as Baudelaire does when spitting “Hypocrite reader!”), the poem will stay under the domination of the ‘O’ and therefore remain lyric throughout.

The fact that ‘O’ can be represented linguistically suggests that the same could be done with ‘I’. But while words like ‘dust’ and ‘clouds’ can be linked back to ‘O’, the words representing ‘I’ must possess, like the gods, an agency, and this can seldom be achieved with nouns. First names, which imply someone who can say ‘I’, are a better option. More flexibly, you can use words which perform agency and action linguistically. The most common example of this are verbs. A verb, as something that acts but can never be acted upon, is the kinetic element of the sentence and is therefore most easily associated to ‘I’, which is constitutive but never constituted. There are of course plenty of exceptions. Inactive verbs like dying and surrendering are related to ‘O’ (and are, in fact, typical themes of lyric poetry). Conversely, some verbs are inflexibly active – fighting, destroying, winning. Others yet, the vast majority, determine their active or inactive quality by the context of use – burning can refer both to ‘burning the houses of the enemy’ and to ‘burning in the flames of the enemy’.

We mentioned that a lyric poem is a poem dominated by the ‘O’. Given the potential ‘I’ quality of verbs, then, one of the simplest labels of the lyric is the transition from ‘I’ to ‘O’ – that is to say, starting a phrase with an active verb and closing it with a signifier of ‘O’. Here are some very famous examples, with signifiers for the ‘I’ in bold and signifiers for the ‘O’ in italics:

Rage, rage against the dying of the light. (Dylan Thomas)
These thoughts that wander through eternity … (John Milton)

O thou art fairer than the evening air
Clad in the beauty of a thousand stars! (Christopher Marlowe)

A more complicated version of the same basic effect:
I am no more your mother
Than the cloud that distils
A mirror to reflect its own slow
Effacement at the wind’s hand. (Sylvia Plath)

Here, the succession of verbs and elements makes for a (surprisingly regular and very harmonious) I-O-I-I-O-O sequence – fundamentally, still a transition from ‘I’ to ‘O’.

We also note in the quote by Milton that it is not a ‘natural element’ that stands for the ‘O’, but ‘eternity’, a word about time. This is not a distortion of the original concept. Time is a category which makes its own distinction between ‘I’ and ‘O’ signifiers: ‘now’ and ‘today’, as platforms for individualisation and specification, belong to the ‘I’; ‘forever’, ‘never’, ‘always’ and the like all stand for the ‘O’. The exact same is true of space, where ‘here’, ‘there’ stand for the ‘I’, and ‘nowhere’ or ‘everywhere’ for the ‘O’. Numerical or quantitative words fall under the same rules. See Blake’s opening to the poem ‘London’, which is a typical case-study for the lyric sentence-structure: “I walk through every chartered street.” (Note, in passing, that this is an example of a lyric without an addressee, showing that equating poetry of address to the concept of the lyric is illusory). But perhaps the best example of how a temporal category can be used to produce the lyric is given to us by Edgar Allan Poe in his celebrated text ‘The Raven’, with the repetition of ‘nevermore’ following upon every line and therefore closing every stanza with an ‘O’.

Since one way of achieving the lyric is by a transition from ‘I’ to ‘O’ signifiers, then inverting the order of those signifiers will produce the opposite result – and this is what we call the epic effect. The passage from ‘O’ to ‘I’ results in a feeling which is the absolute opposite to that of the lyric – a sense of exhilaration rather than tenderness and melancholy. For instance:

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul. (William E. Henley)

This is the opening stanza to a short poem called ‘Invictus’, renowned for its epic atmosphere. It is composed of four stanzas, all of which repeat the effect of the first – the transition from the ‘O’ signifiers in italics to those of the ‘I’ in bold. The last two lines end with a repetition of active verbs next to words indicating agency: I am the master of my ship, I am the captain of my soul.” A real epic combo.

Though the institutionalisation of the term ‘lyric’ as synonymous for poetry since Petrarch, as well as the failure to extricate the structure of the epos from the canons of the epic genre, have led to a difficulty in identifying the binding quality of epic poems, these texts are in fact much more common than we expect. Almost every poet writes verse of an epic as well as a lyric kind. Poems which are usually dumped into the category of the lyric, even which are famed as illustrious examples of that field, may reveal themselves to be manifestly epic, notwithstanding traditional lyric ‘symptoms’ such as an addressee. Shelley’s celebrated ‘Ode to the West Wind’ is a prime example. It opens with a wealth of ‘O’ signifiers (‘being’, ‘ghosts’, the death imagery of the seeds, ‘stream’, ‘sky’, ‘clouds’, ‘Heaven’, ‘Ocean’, ‘rain’, the ‘aery’ surge, the ‘dying year’, the ‘closing night’, ‘vapours’, ‘summer dreams’, ‘sleep’, the ‘sense [which] faints’) and gradually introduces a speaker – an ‘I’, first introduced in Part IV – which becomes increasingly pervasive. This transition, encapsulated in the poem’s closing line (“If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?”) is the defining quality of the epic, much like the opposite transition is that of the lyric.

Consider these two lines from Shelley’s poem:

“Oh, lift me as a wave, a leaf, a cloud!
I fall upon the thorns of life! I bleed!”


While the words tend towards the lyric (the final verbs are passive), they do include yet another example of the poem’s epic drive – the passage from saying ‘me’ to saying ‘I’.

‘I’ and ‘me’ are both signifiers of the self, but they define it respectively as the subject or object of the sentence; a linguistic passage from object to subject (‘O’ to ‘I’) is the equivalent of an epic transition, while one from subject to object (‘I’ to ‘O’) is lyric. This opens up the world of pronouns to the possibilities of the epic and the lyric. The objective case belongs to the ‘O’, while the subjective case belongs to the ‘I’. So most poems using ‘I’ towards the beginning and closing with ‘me’ towards the end will tend to be lyric, and vice versa for the epic (note the pronouns in the above quote by Henley). The same can be said of individual lines: “I do not think that they will sing to me.” (Eliot, from the Prufrock poem). But the principle holds true across the first, second and third person as well. So a poem starting with ‘us’ and closing with ‘I’ will be epic (the distinction between ‘thou’ and ‘thee’ has decayed, so the case of ‘you’ is contextually determined). Here is a sensational example: “How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?” From subjective case to objective case, and we have a lyric line. Note that in this passage from the Book of Psalms (one of the world’s most ancient collections of lyrics) the signifiers for ‘I’ and ‘O’ are multiple, including various verbs and ‘for ever’ alongside the pronouns.

It should be clear by now that the tools available for poets to produce these two cardinal effects are numerous. Others which we shall only gloss over include:
a) Repetition. See Sylvia Plath’s queen bee: “she is old, old, old.” Repeating the word nullifies its specificity, and therefore ties it to ‘O’.
b) Conjunctions like ‘and’, ‘or’ can nullify the value of difference between words, also relating them to ‘O’ – “I am: yet what I am none cares or knows.” (John Clare). Starting a phrase or line with ‘And’ is the equivalent of starting it with the vocative ‘O’.
c) Other active uses of pronouns. For example, if the pronoun ‘my’ is followed by an object internal to the speaker and a verb: “My heart aches” (Keats); “My nerves are bad tonight” (Eliot). In both cases it is lyrical, because the sentence implies an opening verb of perception: “[I feel] my heart/nerves/etc.”
d) Logographic tricks, like never using capitalisation to imply that all the words are equal in value.
e) The use of symbols, which, like gods, are implicit signs of the ‘I’.

The possibilities are multiple and well beyond our ability to list them all. One last effect would cause a wealth of confusion if left unexplained, so we shall point it out before closing – the idea that the lyric and epic effect of a phrase can be reversed by the simple use of negatives. An inspirational phrase like “Thou shalt not bow down thyself to them, nor serve them” (Exodus, 20:5) has a clear epic ring to it – it sounds like the kind of thing you use at sport rallies – yet it passes from an active verb (‘shalt’) to a passive one (‘serve’) and from subjective case to objective case pronouns. This would file it under the category of the lyric. The trick lies in the fact that the negatives ‘not’ and ‘nor’ nullify the value of the verbs and in fact reverse their effects: ‘shalt not’ becomes passive, while ‘nor serve’ is now active. The ‘I’-to-‘O’ transition is negated and flipped onto its head to become an ‘O’-to-‘I’. The sentence, then, becomes epic. It is a comparatively minor detail, perhaps, but the power of negation is not to be underestimated. The lyric turns to which it can lead are among the simplest you can imagine:

To be, or not to be. That is the question.” (William Shakespeare)


Andrea T Judge grew up in Rome and has studied literature in the UK and the Caribbean. He has worked as freelance critic of movies and games, as translator in Germany, and as sports journalist in France (where he made money by dressing up as a cartoon in Disneyland). He has also kept up a blog of rants and cultural criticism at The Rant Machine. He is currently employed on cruise ships in the Caribbean.

Interview: Michael Curran

Michael Curran is the man behind kicking, screaming publishing den Tangerine, the home-bound hardback joy Dwang and the promotion of insolent and exciting poetry. We ambushed him down a dark alley…







Could you give us a brief rundown of Tangerine’s birth and evolution?

Well, to go way back, it all began with a book mail order company I ran between 1996 and 98. This was called Tangerine Books. I championed small press publications, primarily from the USA, as they had it down. It was my full-time occupation, though I needed an evening job to get by—cleaning aeroplanes at Heathrow, telephone surveys, kitchen porter, etc. Tangerine Books did not work so I threw 500 unused catalogues and a sluggish pc into a skip and entered the construction industry. But the itch was still there. So in 2006 I started Tangerine Press. William Wantling’s poetry was the inspiration to start publishing. I am eternally grateful to a man I shall never meet. Tangerine’s roots seem to lie firmly in counterculture, and Dwang especially has a strong 1960s feel. Do you have a mantra in mind that reflects this when you’re selecting, editing, writing etc.?

Tangerine is all about the counterculture, the underground scene. Occasionally it goes overground. The 1960s feel is something I had not thought about. I just like the look of certain publications, in particular Loujon Press’s The Outsider; also Spero, Wormwood Review, dust, Second Coming, so maybe that observation makes sense. My mantra in publishing is this: mix it up. No limits on subject matter, style, etc. Dwang, the yearly journal I publish, says it all. Where else would you find that dirty boozy bastard Joe Ridgwell published alongside Praemium Imperiale winner Richard Long?

What do you feel is successful and wanting in current poetry publishing?

There seems to be a more discerning publishing scene out there, that will not just publish anything. Care over presentation is equally impressive. Many small presses are letterpress printing too: Blackheath Books, Kilmog Press, Bottle of Smoke Press, X-Ray Book Co, etc. Wanting? The same it has always been: mainsteam publishing is a rotting carcass.

William Wantling and Billy Childish, two Tangerine favourites, must have, in their respective ways, presented interesting editorial questions and challenges. What did you enjoy and what tested you when putting together their collections?

Wantling certainly opened my eyes to what was possible with poetry. He experimented with different forms: sonnets, haiku, as well as the free verse style popular in the underground scene. He made the other stuff seem okay. He is known for powerful poems on the Korean War, heroin addiction, San Quentin Prison, but in putting together the two-volume celebration in 2008, the idea was to subtly show off that vision, that scope, the sheer breadth of his talent. He was undoubtedly a flawed poet and I did include some pieces I was not so keen on. But I thought: this is a career, with highs and lows, and I decided to leave it all in and let the reader decide. This is the impression I got of him as a man too: genuine but flawed.

After publishing the Wantling books, I was stuck on what to do next. I had published an obscure, dead US poet, now I wanted to publish an obscure, living English poet. Billy Childish was the only person I could think of, but thought it was impossible, as he published his own work with Hangman Books. However, after I invited him to contribute work to the first Dwang journal, there began talk of a book. I have been reading Billy’s work for many years and always admired his honesty and not shying away from any subject. Having met him many times during the course of putting the book together and, to a certain extent, getting to know him, the poetry took on another dimension. The ‘cult’ had become human, if you like. So the poems were more immediate and on occasion felt too personal to be reading. In addition, Billy’s dyslexia was a challenge. Proof reading blew my head off. I began misspelling and not trusting my own judgement on grammar. It was a very intense time working on that book.

Each publication is lovingly made and juggles looking professional with a warmth and uniqueness. How did you learn to bookbind and what is important to you about design in books?

Design and certainly binding by hand adds a very sensual element to reading a book. There is the story of the writer at the forefront, of course, but the binder/publisher has a presence too. That is what appealed to me about the Loujon Press publications. You can feel Jon and Lou Webb in the books, you can imagine them discussing the poems, taking breaks from printing and you can certainly feel their sorrow, relief and elation at the completion of a book. I often think how a poem hangs on the page is like the appearance of a door. It has to look right, balanced. With a well designed and bound book, you do not need to read the poems to know they are good. I spent five years in the Tibetan mountains, learning to bind books. With monks. If I made a mistake, they would beat the soles of my feet. I never spoke in all that time.

Who would be your dream Tangerine poet or poets?

In the four years I have been doing this, I have published my dream poets: Wantling, Childish, Voss. In terms of proper dream poets, as in they are dead, I would have loved to have been involved with Robinson Jeffers, Raymond Carver and Akiko Yosano. The latest issue of Dwang features a stunning long cartoon sequence, almost like a flickbook animation? Did you consider giving over such a huge chunk of the book to one sequence a risk, and what attracted you to the piece?

Yes, Kelsie’s cartoon did feel a risk of sorts. Only in terms of length, as it merits publication on its own. I was not sure if Kelsie would be interested in having his 40 year old cartoon-story reprinted in this way, as part of a journal. I am grateful he did. He is an extraordinary man and I feel privileged to know him. At the time of writing, Kelsie has tried ringing me a few times, from Reno, Nevada. He keeps calling at odd times in the evening (last night 3am, for long chats about the underground scene, Loujon Press, etc) but I have to be up at 6.30am for work, so it is proving difficult. Hopefully we can sort this out. The cartoon is extraordinary in its simplicity. I was profoundly moved by it—I had no choice in the matter. It tackles everything and draws you in. It still amazes me that he was only 19 years old when he created it.

Are you writing a great deal yourself?

I have to admit, I am one of those despicable creatures, someone who writes poetry and also feels he can judge what good work is as a self-styled editor. No, I am hardly writing anything at all. The work I receive for Dwang and the other books I publish just consumes me and I welcome it.

How on earth do you find time to run all of these projects and what motivates you?

I find the time because I want to. It is there. My motivation is to put out great writing in the best way I can, while I can. If I did not do this, you would probably find me on a bench in Tooting Bec Common, drinking cider and gently rocking, rocking.

I see you’re planning a new Billy Childish collection. What else does the future hold for yourself and the Press?

Yes, there will be a new poetry collection with Billy later this year. He found a number of unpublished poems from the early 1980s, I assume as part of going though material for this year’s ICA retrospective. We went through them and decided there was enough good material for a collection. There will be a third Dwang next year, due May 2011. I am still deciding what book to publish in November 2011. After that, I will be taking a break. I intend to have a mass book burning of all unsold Tangerine publications in 2013. In which case, you may well find me on that bench in Tooting Bec Common.

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Dream Jobs and Reality: Poetry in the Workplace

Chrissy Williams discusses her new line of work: digitising a century’s worth of printed poetry at the Southbank Centre Poetry Library at the Royal Festival Hall in London. 

The first time I entered the Poetry Library as an official employee I felt like I was walking into Oz: everything suddenly turned into colour, becoming more fantastical and vivid than before.

Explaining my new job at the Poetry Library to people who have no interest in either poetry or books has been interesting: “No, you don’t stamp the books in rhyme”; “No, I haven’t made tea for Carol Ann Duffy”; “No, I don’t take my glasses off and shake my hair out for Andrew Motion”. I have a long history in editorial work (in educational, children’s and mass-market reference books, videogames magazines, and even makeover “bookazines” – if you don’t know what those are, you’re lucky), and some people expressed surprise that I was giving up my tangible career path in favour of something they deemed to be “less ambitious”. In previous editorial job interviews, when asked, “What would be your dream project?” I’d always answer, “Something to do with poetry?” and wait for the inevitable hysterical laughter. Other people, however, understood exactly what this new job would be like: heaven.

For starters, even without the poetry, the workplace is wonderful. I’ve got a lovely view of Somerset House and a bit of the Thames out of the window. Covent Garden’s just over the bridge. There’s free tea and coffee, shiny new stationery and whimsical internal emails from the Southbank Centre asking things like “Do you want to take part in our production of the Rime of the Ancient Mariner” or “Fancy abseiling down Capital Tower?” Colleagues are all helpful, polite and friendly. My chair is comfy and adjustable. I have more staples than I know what to do with. I’m already in employment bliss.

My job title is Digitisation Coordinator and I look after the online Poetry Magazines archive at www.poetrymagazines.org.uk. For the most part, I digitise physical magazines, putting the content onto the website and proofreading it before it goes live. I’m not actually working behind the front desk though; I’m tucked away in the office (I have received the front desk training, however, and can confirm that stamping books with the big “cha-chung” date stamp is as completely thrilling as my 10-year-old self suspected it might be – “Look, Mum, I’m a li-bra-ri-an!”).

The digitisation itself is very systematic work which I suppose could technically be described as “rather tedious”. Everything has to be done in order, one step at a time: saving and labelling files, scanning pages, extracting text and images and reformatting them for the web, not to mention actually entering the content onto the website in tiny chunks, split into title, author, publication, poem, and so on, before proofreading the whole lot. It’s odd to be so entirely governed by short, repetitive administrative tasks in a workplace that centres on a creative art, but I actually find it immensely satisfying. There’s a structural purity to the tasks, and the goals in sight are obvious and attainable.

My primary concern is that each poem is reproduced faithfully, making an accurate transition from page to screen. The difference in spacing and size between two different fonts (the one in the magazine and the one on our website) can mean the difference between clarity and obscurity, so everything needs very careful attention. I’ve caught myself looking at poems to assess at a glance how easy they’ll be to translate into online text. Formalist lyric poetry is generally no problem. Experimental free verse that dribbles down the page with multiple spaces, inconsistent tabs and an assortment of typographical oddities is the only material I deal with that brings on a sensation approximating anxiety.

In addition to the systematic entering and proofreading of work, I also generate keywords and phrases that will help our search engine locate each poem. With each piece I have to ask myself: “What would someone want to search for in order for this poem to be a useful result?” It’s an interesting exercise in comparing the different ways poems communicate meaning, and I’ve added all sorts of keywords, from “death” and “divorce” to “tigers” and “Ben and Jerry”. To look at it coldly, I’m simply assigning keywords to web pages after paying close attention to abstract data. To look at it another way, I get paid to spend a reasonable portion of my days reading poetry.

Of course, it’s frustrating that the whole process is such a drawn-out one. When you combine the digitisation, uploading and proofreading processes with the business of clearing copyright with each individual poet, you can imagine how complicated it can get, especially when some of the magazines have been out of action for 30 years or more, and some of the poets dead for even longer.

The collection is building up, however, and reflects the diversity of poetry magazines, from the first ever issue of Poetry Review (published in 1912 with reviews of trifling contemporary books like Ezra Pound’s Canzoni) to poetry packaged in matchboxes (Matchbox ran from 2006 to 2008).

Forthcoming additions include the bizarrely compelling 1970s magazine Strange Faeces and a 1926 copy of Oxford Poets featuring poems by W. H. Auden and Cecil Day-Lewis. And these don’t even begin to touch the wealth of amazing poetry magazines housed within the Poetry Library’s main collection.

I expect people come to the site for all sorts of reasons. Some will just want to find poems about dogs, some will want to research specific poets, others will want some help and information on getting their poems published in magazines. The site is useful for all of these purposes. Having these magazines online means people can read them even if they’re not able to come into the Poetry Library itself. It’s not about replacing books or magazines – we never put up issues that are too recent without the editor’s consent, as we don’t want to interfere with magazine sales. In fact, the feedback we have had from editors is that their magazines having a strong online presence actually increases sales of the physical magazine. We’re slowly building a digital archive in the same way that we have a physical archive in the Library – a collection that’s freely accessible to anyone who wants to look at it. Imagine if we got a million pounds tomorrow, enough to hire a small army of digitisers, enough to put every archived magazine online, so that every single poetry magazine published since 1912 was right at your fingertips. You can’t see, but I’m actually salivating right now at the thought.

For me, the essence of the work is simple: I’ve arrived at the Emerald City and been given a job by the Wizard(s). It’s a daily pleasure not only to be surrounded by poems from floor to ceiling, but to have a hand in creating a home for them, making it easier for people to find, enjoy and be inspired by poetry. I fear all this has made me sound a bit idealistic. It’s probably because I am.


Visit the Poetry Magazines website here: www.poetrymagazines.org.uk

Interview: Kevin Reinhardt

Kevin Reinhardt is a member of poetry collective and publishing press Vintage Poison, host of the monthly ‘Touch me I’m sick’, ‘cELEBRITY eUTHANASIA’ and London’s premier poetry karaoke bingo night, Bingo Master’s Breakout, as well as being co-editor of ‘If anybody asks – you haven’t seen us’ and a poetry reformer. How could we not interrogate this man?


Tell us a bit about you and what you get up to.

I hail from the East End where my devout Catholic parents still live and are convinced, amongst other things, that the ‘Fat Singh’ they live next door to is getting foxes to make love in front of the Grotto of Our Lady of Lourdes they have at the bottom of their garden. My Mum told me at an early age that ‘although you can think outside the box, you still have to live in it’, a philosophy I promptly plagiarised for my first poem, aged four.

How did Vintage Poison get started and what would you say is the general ethos with it?

Vintage Poison was the idea of Lucy Leagrave – she’s pretty much the Chrissie Hynde of VP. Frustrated by a poetry scene which was fast descending into oligarchy, rather than pandering to it, Lucy decided to approach like-minded talented people who shared this frustration. So VP was started with myself, Gareth Lewis, Robert Yates and Toby Davies, who, working with his commitment issues, took affiliate membership, just to be on the safe side of disappointment. Following the French Revolution, we created The Committee of Public Safety comprising of Maximilien Robespierre (myself), Georges Danton (Lawyer Lewis), Jean-Paul Marat (HRH Lucy Leagrave) and Camille Desmoulins (Toby Davies). Robert Yates retired from Vintage Poison to take up his residency in the Bastille as the Marquis de Sade. Our ethos is very much an inclusive one: poetry is for anybody who wants to do it and not the reserve of an anointed few. Which is at odds with what we’re seeing in the main.

What would you say makes for a good gig and a bad gig? What have been your best/worst?

A good gig is where everybody enjoys themselves. Only the performers enjoy themselves when it’s bad gig and the audience can tell. My best gigs have been the nights I’ve hosted that have felt like a party. As a performer, the best night out I had was a couple of months ago when I read in South London. It involved a poem being read out about another feature’s mistress, then said mistress turning up after the poem and going berserk at reader of poem before she went on to do her feature and drunkenly trying to bring another poet on stage who wasn’t billed to read or doing a floorspot. The host was having none of it and brought it all to a halt. I’m not sure if it was this which was the last straw; if not, then it probably was said mistress feature announcing to the audience: “You see those three sitting together over there? [Poet she was mistress to, Poet she tried to get on stage, another feature] I’ve fucked them all.” It was all very Kiki and Herb.

As for bad nights? They’re always the ones I go out to thinking that ‘maybe it’ll be OK, the line up looks reasonable’ and they’re invariably interminable and seem to last forever and were at some point ‘a good idea’.

What could you stand to see more of/less of in poetry?

I’m less interested in the Emperor’s next big thing and the self-congratulation that goes with it. I’d like to see more characters, and poetry being as widespread as karaoke.

Your events are usually interactive, be it the poem-swapping at Touch Me I’m Sick or the bingo/karaoke/poetry mix of Bingo Master’s Breakout. What do you enjoy most about this format and which is your favourite?

I like both because the poetry scene can be so self-obsessed and incestuous. So I like the poem swapping because it could be anybody in the room who reads your poem; you’ve no idea about how it’s going to be read out or interpreted. A good exercise in how not to be precious. Poetry and Karaoke, it’s my cause. The karaoke song you choose may not be your song, but it is your poem.

Who or what is exciting you at the moment?

Brian Clough is exciting me at the moment. He’s the kind of Robespierre I’d like to be. Rob Auton is definitely one of the most exciting young bingo callers in London at the moment and I’m also quite looking forward to getting my hair cut soon. I’m also excited about any act that can ‘go either way’.

Who have been your own influences, both in poetry and in general?

Everybody and everything influences me. I pick up a lot of phrases from people. For instance, I have work colleague who seems to be an endless source of material: ‘We don’t charge like a wounded bull for our product’; ‘ABC’ (‘Anything but Chardonnay’); our ex-cricket club Captain commenting on the state of our wicket that ‘nobody wants to come and play us, we’re like Oldham on the plastic’; my Nan’s favourite description of being drunk (‘I felt like the world was not my own’). Everything Pop influences me (I like Pop because it’s what you make it), as does my Mum, who taught me how to stick two fingers up at the world after extensive training on Margaret Thatcher. Half Man Half Biscuit were influential in showing me how you could create a world of your own, Dusty Springfield is my Saint, Scott Walker that influential cool careers advisor from my secondary school. In regards to traditional poetry influences, Martin Stannard was a very early and abiding influence on how I wanted to write and, like Mickey Rourke at the end of Angel Heart, I must concede, whether I like it or not, that I am heavily aligned with the beats.

What’s coming up in the future, in terms of publishing and performing?

Vintage Poison may be organising a one day festival and there may be a Bingo Master’s Breakout by the sea. In terms of publishing, I’m editing Toby Davies’ first collection, Letters to the Sultan, as well as starting on my own collection (Project Birdworld), now that I have a printer and am becoming adept at MS Publisher.

What do you fear?

Mark Chapman getting parole.

Finally, if you were to go on a real-life Celebrity Euthenasia spree with an arsenal of weaponry, which slebs would you take out first and in what manner? 

I guess it should be those counter-revolutionary oligarchs of the poetry scene, who incessantly bleat on about how they may be on BBC3 for 2 mins next Monday at 1:30am, or the types who post links on Facebook saying, “I’m in the London Paper Pg 37”, only for you to click on the link to a scanned image of the horoscope for Scorpio circled. I’d gas them with indifference – that, or shut down their Twitter accounts. I’d draw the line at making them sit through a reading of their own poetry.

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For more things Reinhardt-shaped, check out Vintage Poison and keep an eye peeled for more Bingo events via Facebook. Scan the horizon too for his upcoming collection, Birdworld, due May 2011.

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