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Resurrecting the Quagga: an interview with Kate Noakes

interviewed by Judi Sutherland

Today, Eyewear launches two new books in London: Night Journey by Richard Lambert, and Cape Town by Kate Noakes. Pop by for the launch if you’re around – details, including time & place, can be found here. Dr Fulminare whets your appetite for the event by publishing an exchange with Kate Noakes, interviewed for you by Judi Sutherland. Enjoy!



Kate Noakes is a poet who lives a two-centre life. For twelve days in every fortnight, she is a partner in a major law firm in Paris; for the other two, she is a wife and mum at her family home in Reading. Happily, she still finds time to write.

How did life get so complicated?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this; I was made redundant from my UK job due to the financial crisis.  The options open to me were all based abroad, so I took up a role in South Africa with a view to bringing my family out to join me, but things didn’t go according to plan. I couldn’t go out on my own; I even had to join a hiking group to discover the walking trails around Table Mountain. The concierge in my apartment block was an armed guard. After making a tough decision, I quit my job and came home, and then I found a role as a partner in a major law firm in Paris.

But your experience in South Africa was good for your writing…

Yes, it was poetically very fruitful; my new collection Cape Town, out in October from Eyewear, is all about my time in Africa. One of the images in the book is of the swallow, migrating from Europe to follow the sun. In the prologue, ‘Hirundine’, it is me, broken-winged, heading south to heal in the African summer. The collection is then bookended by two poems about ‘fairyland’ the nickname for Cape Town’s District Six, which was cleared of its mixed-race population and demolished under the Group Areas Act, and is now resurfacing as Zonnenbloem – the sunflower. Another animal presence recurs in the poems; that of the quagga, an extinct native species similar to the zebra, which ecologists are now trying to re-breed from near relatives.  It stands for South Africa itself – is it extinct, or can it be resurrected? Does it have a viable future?

It’s a collection in three parts; how do they fit together?

The first part of the collection is all about finding myself in a new place on my own, and being disappointed and scared. The second section is more overtly political. Post-Apartheid South Africa is complicated, politically; you think you know all about it but you don’t, even though, in the Apartheid era I was involved in boycotts and marches. The final section describes me wrestling with the decision to leave a beautiful place and a rewarding job. It is a wonderful country, and I hope my poems about the wildlife and landscape show an appreciation of that, but the violence, the aggressive begging, the muggings at knifepoint and gunpoint… if something is going to happen to you in South Africa, it’s going to be bad. The ugly side of Cape Town life features in the poems, for example in ‘Green-and-yellow blanket man, Long Street’ I write about being abused by a street beggar, and in ‘Limpopo’ I describe the flight of Zimbabwean refugees across the river to South Africa, and an uncertain future.

How is your current career move going?

It has proved to be more sustainable! I’m really happy in Paris, and it is close enough by Eurostar to allow frequent visits by my husband, Paul, who is a teacher, and my two daughters, and to allow me to come home regularly to Reading, from where I keep up my poetic contacts in the UK. There’s also a great Anglophone Spoken Word scene in Paris, and I’ve got involved in a regular Monday poetry night (http://spokenwordparis.com), which attracts Paris-based writers, students, and poets just passing through.  Not having to cook for and look after my family during the week, I’ve also got time to write in the evenings.

And I hear there’s a novel afoot?

I don’t want to say a lot about it, but it is a contemporary story, set in London, of a rich family in the current financial crisis.  The protagonist is an anti-hero, an obnoxious man whose redeeming feature is that he is very funny.  He shares the narrative with his wife – who is a much more interesting character. Predictably, for an accountant, I’ve got the plot, and the changes in point of view, all mapped out on a spreadsheet.

Tell me about the Welsh thing.

Although I was born in Guildford, I identify as being Welsh by nature and nurture, and I am proud that among my ancestors is the 18th century bard Sion Llewelyn. I studied for an MPhil in English Literature at the University of Glamorgan, tutored by Gillian Clarke, and I’m an elected member of the Welsh Academi. I am pleased that Welsh-speakers see a distinct Welsh turn of phrase to the language I use in my poems. My Welsh heritage has not yet emerged in the subjects of my poetry, but the poems are still coming. There’s a collection for 2013 in the works, titled I-spy and Shanty, from Cardiff-based Mulfran Press.

I have to ask about the tattoo project.  What started that?

About ten years ago, I got talking to a woman with multiple tattoos in Yosemite, California. I asked her about their meaning and significance, but the conversation didn’t materialise as writing until last summer, when, in a sandwich shop in Bristol, I spotted a man with a jigsaw puzzle piece tattooed on his arm, and started wondering whether his girlfriend might have a similar piece that fitted. Over the last year or so I’ve written no fewer than fifty-eight poems on the subject of tattoos, and there may be more. Six of the poems are in the current edition of Envoi, where I am a featured poet, and another two in the latest Prolemagazine. I hope they will form a new collection. It isn’t the permanence of tattoos that inspires me, or the aspect of rebellion. It’s simply that they can look very beautiful. They are usually incredibly significant to their owners, and they often memorialise someone. The poems sometimes reflect the design’s significance in a human story, or may simply use the image as a jumping-off point.

The obvious question; have you ever been inked yourself?

Er… no. For a partner in a firm of lawyers, it might prove just a little career-limiting.

Interviewed by Judi Sutherland. Kate Noakes’ third collection, Cape Town, is published by Eyewear. The launch is taking place tonight in London; if you wish to attend, details can be found here

School of Forgery reviewed in Poetry London


The Autumn issue of Poetry London carries a very generous review of School of Forgery by Alison Brackenbury. Choice extracts:

“Should young poets learn to shorten their books? I hope that Jon Stone will not. School of Forgery, though replete with contemporary reference, remains old-fashioned in its rich sprawl.” 

“Bold coinages and leaps of thought leave Stone’s poems echoing, beyond novelties of physical description, into new spaces in the mind.”

“These intricate collages flash with moving lines … They retain all of Stone’s ingenious energy …”

“… I have never seen well-written poetry in such a brilliant visual joke as Stone’s Avengers silhouettes.”

(For anyone wondering, I have no plans to shorten my books. In fact, I think they might get longer. Ideally, long enough for the page corners to be used to carry a flickbook animation.)

Alaska Quarterly Review


I have a new poem, ‘Lightning Conductor’, published in the second of two special 30th anniversary issues of the Alaska Quarterly Review! Maybe this is the year I break America. </delusion>

Many thanks to guest editor Todd Boss for asking me to submit something. Other poets published in the rather hefty issue include ex-US poet laureate Kay Ryan, Billy Collins and the UK’s own Lorraine Mariner.

Sunday Review: Absence has a weight of its own, by Daniel Sluman

posted by the Judge

Sunday review up, fellas. Amy McCauley is dealing with Daniel Sluman’s collection Absence has a weight of its own, and she seems to have liked it very much.
You can read the full review here.

Hope you woke up reasonably late after whatever shenanigans you underwent on Saturday night!

Catechism: Poems for Pussy Riot

In protest at the disproportionate and injust incarceration of three members of Russian punk band Pussy Riot, and as a gesture of solidarity with Nadezhda Tolokonnikova, Maria Alyokhina and Yekaterina Samutsevich, the magnificent English PEN have released Catechism: Poems for Pussy Riot. Commissioned, curated and edited by UK poets Mark Burnhope, Sarah Crewe and Sophie Mayer, this collection has drawn together a huge range of writers, asked them to pen responses to the situation and then encouraged said poets to pose in balaclavas in support of perhaps the three most famous devotchkas out there right now. The resulting anthology has been flagged up by the US Poetry Foundation and The Guardian, and continues to grow in stature and support. With contributions from as far afield as Kenya and Austria, Catechism has become a borderless project, uniting poets from across the globe. Indeed, many translators have stepped up to provide Russian versions of the poems. A group of the poets involved conducted a protest outside the Russian Embassy in London on 1 October, on what was originally scheduled as the girls’ appeal date (since moved to 10 October). You can see videos of that protest here, as captured by contributor S. J. Fowler:

 

New Pussy Riot poems are being posted on the English PEN website every day. Catechism is available in e-book format for a donation and in sexy hard copy for a mere £7.95 plus p&p. You can also follow English PEN on Twitter (@englishpen) and search by the hashtag #freepussyriot for further updates on the case.

Baguettes and Baccalaureates: or, French Poetry and the Problem of Academia

by the Judge

What is the best career for a person who aspires to write poetry? We have all asked ourselves this question at some point or another, seen how the business of verse seldom makes money, and more frequently takes it away. The answer is, inevitably, as subjective as poetry itself. Some will desire an occupation that in some way keeps them in touch with the art, like jobs in editing and publishing, or in libraries. Others will go for something that is wholly unrelated to writing, perhaps a little adventurous or proletarian, with the idea of bringing these interesting experiences into their work. Others yet will base their career around an ethical choice, one which informs and reflects the statement that is made by their poetry, and some will go for drudge work in exchange of spare time to read and write (say, a night receptionist). A few strongly driven individuals will put their professional career on an equal plane with their artistic one, choosing something difficult, remunerative and highly demanding, of the type that is seldom thought to be compatible with cultivating an art.

For many, though, the most obvious answer seems to lie in an academic career. Anyone who studies or has studied literature at university (and if you are reading this article, the odds are that you do or have) will know that the demands of an academic life on your spare time are not too burdensome. Sure, students complain all the time that their workload is full and that they are snowed under with books, but in reality the pace of life is nowhere near as hectic as that of someone working in a bank, in a real estate agency or for a major newspaper, to make three easy examples. Most importantly, an academic spends his or her time doing exactly what an aspiring poet loves doing in his or her spare time – reading and learning about literature.

For poets, in fact, there is something so ubiquitously seductive about an academic career that many published artists are found precisely in that field. Though there are examples aplenty from almost any country, the most representative case that I know of is found in France. The French have an exceptionally heterogeneous poetic scene, one that easily and frequently crosses over with other arts and mediums, and in which the performative aspect of poetry is very much cherished (the example I always enjoy putting forward is the way their poetry communicates with song-writing – an intimate relationship which would be worth its own article). When it comes to the more traditional ‘written word’, there is a surprising correspondence between the poets who adhere to that format and their common professional background.

I am anything but an expert on French poetry today, so what I say must be taken with a pinch of salt. It is only that every contemporary French poet I have come across so far seems to teach or be involved in teaching in one way or another. Pierre Alferi is the first son of Jacques Derrida, and he teaches at the École des Beaux-Arts in Lyon, as well as doing some translation. Olivier Barbarant teaches in high school. Philippe Beck teaches at the University of Nantes, and he too works in translation. Benoît Conort teaches at the University of Rennes II. Antoine Emaz teaches in middle school, and Sylvie Fabre G in high school. Jean-Marie Gleize directed the Centre d’Études Poétiques of the ENS (École Normale Supérieure) of Lyon, and now directs the experimental magazine “Nioques.” Emmanuel Hocquard coordinates public lectures at the Musée d’Art Moderne de la Ville de Paris. Jean-Michel Maulpoix teaches at the University of Paris X-Nanterre. Christian Prigent taught in secondary school. Valérie Rouzeau makes her living with ateliers in schools and translations. Martin Rueff teaches at the University of Geneva. Ryoko Sekiguchi teaches in the INALCO (Institut National des Langues et Civilisations Orientales) and the Parisian Centre of Research in Oriental Languages and Civilisations.

I have, of course, come across some exceptions – Nathalie Quintane is an actress – along with several poets whose profession I simply was unable to find out (Mathieu Bénézet, Olivier Cadiot, Gérard Noiret, Jean-Baptiste Para, André Velter – and I might as well add a memorandum to publishing houses, asking them to write poet bios which actually tell us what on earth that person does with his/her life, and not just the number of magazines in which they’ve been published!). On the whole, however, and as long as we consider only that ‘genre’ of poetry that is primarily written rather than performed, painted, or otherwise executed, the equation ‘poet equals professor’ holds in a great deal of occasions.

Though France is a bit of a borderline case, a similar story could be told in any other European country. In the UK, it’s become extremely commonplace in the last decade for debut collections to come out from poets who are either studying towards a poetry-related PhD or who have already taken up a University post, usually teaching creative writing. This is the case for three of the recipients of Faber’s recent New Poets awards, and a large number of the poets in the Salt Book of Younger Poets, most of whom are still working towards their first books. It is probably excessive to say that most poets in Europe are academics, but it is certainly true that no profession is more common among European poets than that of the academic.

Such a preponderance of professors among poets calls for some questioning – and the main reason is the effects that it has on poetry itself. The concern is that homogenization of the professional background for poets could result, at least partially, in a parallel homogenization of the poetic discourse. In simpler terms, if all poets do the same thing, it makes it more likely that they will write the same things. I have invoked France as an example, and I might as well continue along that road. My impression is that contemporary French poetry, while demonstrating great linguistic virtuosity of execution from one artist to the next, sees an abnormal amount of its production falling under the same genre – what we usually call ‘experimental poetry.’ Employing such a dubious expression in a sentence which is apparently critical of another’s poetic culture is the kind of thing that could get me stoned to death, but I repeat that these are no more than impressions – take them as you wish. I realise also that I should provide some evidence as to why I think French contemporary poetry is so especially experimental, but such a discussion would see me straying way off my topic. The most I can do is to encourage anyone to go out and read it and make up their own mind. If anyone can read the verse of someone like Alferi or Hocquard and contend that it is not experimental, then I have no idea where the expression can be used at all.

It is also worth asking ourselves whether academia is ideal for poetry from an individual point of view, as well as the collective one. It is true that academia leaves you a good deal of spare time, if you’re the type of person who knows how to organise his/her work-load. The downside is that the hours you do spend working are so intellectually intense that the brain comes out of them exhausted. It is hard to write an essay about the verse of Wallace Stevens and then go home and write your own poetry as well.

It will be noted that an academic career allows you to read many other poets, more than you would manage to go through while working in any other profession. While this can be helpful in terms of expanding your technique and your understanding of poetry, it doesn’t necessarily help your poetry itself. Too much breaks the bag, and an excess of time spent reading means less space for other work experiences, and perhaps life experiences in general. It is one’s life experiences that are most often the subject of one’s poetry, and not the poetry of other people. If you spend all your time in the library (and no, a holiday in Lisbon or a trip to go bungee-jumping does not count as evacuation!), then it will be harder for your own poems to get out of the library as well.

None of this is to argue that academia is ‘bad’ for writing, as much as to provide some objections to the seductive myth that academia is the best possible outlet for people with poetic aspirations. You cannot count the number of people who are not poets, of course, but in my experience I have certainly known numerous individuals who were talented and exceptionally prolific in creative writing as undergraduates, and who greatly slowed down or stopped their output altogether as they ascended in their professorship. Would they have done the same if they had chosen a profession that does not already immerse them in literature at every hour? We will never know.

The connection between academia and poetry is as old as Plato’s original Academy and it enriches both. The synergy between the role of the academic and that of the poet, on the other hand, is a societal construction with a rather short history. Poets five-hundred years ago used to be diplomats, warriors and spies. I say this with no affectation of nostalgia. I do not advocate swapping the societal constructions of today for those of yesterday (and there are no courts for us to be court-poets any longer!). It is only to say that there are no limits to what you can do alongside writing. Some may tell you that you probably won’t be a poet if you are an officer in Iraq, because the two things are spiritually incompatible. Others may suggest that you cannot write verse if you are going to be a professional athlete, because the demands it puts on your time are too intense to let you pursue your cultural interests as well. We say that’s nonsense. As long as you have access to a pen and paper, the only limits to what you can write are the limits of your imagination. If you feel that the best way for you to be creative is to become a professor, then go ahead. Just don’t be scared to consider the alternative. We already have many voices telling us what it’s like to write poetry from inside a library. If you want to write something original, consider doing something original: get out of that library.

The Return of Irregular Features!

Our features and reviews section is alive and kicking once more from this moment on. Under the editorship of ‘The Judge’, a raft of new reviewers will be setting their critical sights on new and recently released poetry books, with a new review going up every Sunday. Features will be posted on Wednesdays but may be a little more intermittent.

The first of the reviews is up now and sees our reviews editor taking on Sam Riviere’s 81 Austerities.

The Parrish Lantern reviews ‘School of Forgery’

A new review of School of Forgery is up at The Parrish Lantern blog. Gary Moon, the reviewer, writes:

“… beneath all that artifice, beneath the games there is a candour that resonates, a passion that hooks you in past the word-bothering puzzles and clever facade, past the glitter-ball and the wizard of Oz contrivances, you find the poet, obsessed with language, and who has the ability to use it, not just as poetic gesture but with a depth, a strangeness and a beauty that beguiles.” 

Thanks, Parrish Lantern!