Tuesday, 21 August 2012

Sex, money, sex, money



We've had visitors again recently (in fact a couple of them are still here so I must be quick) and at the weekend we took some of them up the coast to Dunnottar Castle and Stonehaven (all good... sunshine, pipers... total tourist package). On the way there we stopped at Inverbervie and, though we've been past it numerous times, we took our first look at the Cutty Sark figurehead on the edge of this Aberdeenshire village (some info on it here, picture above). The ship's designer, Hercules Linton (what a name!) was born in Inverbervie, hence the connection. Obviously there is a Robert Burns (and hence poetry) connection too (Cutty Sark... Tam o' Shanter etc.). You have to get your poetry connections where you can!

On a very loosely related note I read an interesting interview with Scottish poetry and prose writer Kathleen Jamie in the Scottish Review of Books. It's interesting for many reasons... for what she says about how she forged her career in poetry (well, she has one and how many poets can really say that?), for what she says about younger Scottish women poets (not much really), for what she says about not being able to afford to live in Edinburgh. I have ordered her new prose book "Sightlines" (I loved "Findings" — wrote about it here).

And then to turn to a woman writer (E.L.James) who has made enough money to live in Edinburgh (and in fact by this time possibly enough money to live on Mars if she really wanted), I watched a TV show about the "Fifty Shades of Grey" phenomenon the other day (the show is here for another 7 days, although I think you have to log in to watch it — it's mostly worth it). I haven't read the book yet (before you ask). I'd have to say it's the kind of thing I imagine I might read one night in a B&B when I can't sleep and there's nothing else to read... anywhere. My reasons for not reading it yet are numerous (though I wish the author well enough - she seemed like a fairly nice ordinary woman who got lucky from her appearances on the show). Here are some of those reasons:

1. It started out as "Twilight" fan fiction (so I read) and I watched one "Twilight" movie and thought it was like "Endless Love" with fangs (i.e. for teenagers... and I am not a teenager).

2. I have read in various places that is so badly written it is painful (and OK, some of it might be jealousy but I don't believe all of it is... some of it will be exasperation). And for heaven's sake, I can read my own bad writing if that's what I'm after. To read a good, no nonsense defence of the book by someone who has read it (Laurie Penny on how it is "porn, and porn can be quite fun") go here.

3. I think it was Kathy Lette on the C4 show who described it as "Mills & Boon with butt plugs". If this is accurate then it's definitely not for me. I read one Mills & Boon book (to see what it was like) and that was enough. Some people want their books to be fairly predictable — I like exactly the opposite (same goes for films). Call me awkward! Spank me!

4. If I wanted to read pages and pages describing sexual activity (and I don't — not right now*) I think I could find plenty of other books/websites. And if I was going to read it I certainly wouldn't pick something where she's a virgin at the beginning, gets spanked and tweaked beyond belief (though Laurie Penny in the article I linked to above says there is plenty of more "vanilla" sex in there too) and then (SPOILER) they get married at the end. This obsession with marriage and weddings... it's a sickness I tell you!

So, you see... it's probably not the one for me (though I imagine if I'd been 14 or 15 when it came out I would have, as it very much were, jumped on it).

A couple of other details from the show about the book:

1. Apparently places like Ann Summers (kinky underwear, aforementioned butt plugs etc.) are seeing record sales. There are going to be some very unusual charity shop donations as the months and years pass by, I can tell you. I imagine maybe Dettol may see some market gain soon too. Buy shares now.

2. There was some talk of how one of the greatest taboos (currently) is for a woman to admit that she sometimes wants to be told what to do by a man and that that is why the book is appealing to women so much at the present time. I would say this taboo (which probably does exist to an extent) is one of many problems with people's simplistic responses to feminist/equal opportunity ideas (and by people I do mean men and women). Those of us who've thought about such things know that a good relationship between a man and woman should allow room for variation, development, sharing responsibilities, taking charge and giving it up... most of all making it your own relationship — not the same one as your parents' or your friends' or celebrities' or anybody else. It doesn't really matter whether you're spanking each other or deciding who does the dishes — what matters most is that you sort your relationship in a way that suits the two of you (and really only the two of you). The couple on the show who did practise BDSM were absolutely adorable (with their spreadsheet — suitable choice — of likes and dislikes in the chamber...).

On a mostly unrelated note I'm thinking about attending the walking, writing, ideas festival in Aberdeen next week (much more my scene these days than fisting, I'd have to say) but every person on the panel is male and though I'm interested in hearing them if I'm really honest it does put me off just a little that I would be listening to male experts all day. Was there really no woman writer worth hearing on the subject? Was no-one available? To get to this event I'd have to sort childcare, pay a full entry fee, pay a very expensive train ticket... so I'm afraid an all male panel is the kind of thing that does at least makes me think twice about such an investment (though it wouldn't stop me buying their books and reading them at home, saving some time and money... I don't hate men or anything!). Interestingly Robert Macfarlane (who is featured on at the festival) also appears in the Kathleen Jamie interview I've linked to above. I enjoyed his TV programme a while back but found the recent radio series of his latest book "The Old Ways: a Journey on Foot" a bit... cringey (and now we're back to the Olympic closing ceremony of the last post..).

Anyway... must stop rambling! Must go and see to visitors... make sure child goes to bed... all that stuff.



*I read some porn in my teens, of different kinds... it was useful at first but it is a fairly repetitive genre (and as I've said above, repetition doesn't do it for me... I said "repetition doesn't do it for me"). And as for "erotic" fiction... I've never really seen the point (sorry, erotic fiction writers... I don't like lots of other niche writing genres either, nothing personal!). I just tend to think — isn't sex just part of a story?


Wednesday, 15 August 2012

Next phase

Trace of angel or catch the pigeon...


Never mind George Michael singing "Freedom", the schools are back here today so I'm feeling a little freer myself all of a sudden (I mean kids are great and everything but, you know, peace and quiet is nice too). And other than that brief mention of George "can I plug my dire new single in the greatest show on earth" Michael I won't say anything more about the Olympics closing ceremony... except to say that all that cringing we didn't have to do for the opening ceremony... well, we got to do it in the end anyway, didn't we? I mean, Take That? On the global stage? Really? Ugh. Recringe.

But there are other things going on...

Peadar O'Donoghue is raising funds for the next Poetry Bus venture so go here and help out if you can. You do get something for your money (mags, books...).

Friendly blogger Solitary Walker is starting a new online writing place. He introduces it here.

Carol Ann Duffy (our poet laureate if you like titles) wrote a poem for the Olympics (read here). I like it but judging from facebook reactions it's about a 50/50 split on yays and neighs (sorry, equestrian effects still hanging about apparently).

Read my first Susan Hill ("The Beacon" 2008). Must say I liked it. Any recommendations for other other books by her?

Hell, I might even write something myself now the schools are back...


x


Monday, 16 July 2012

Passing the time


Out walking on the White Caterthun this week.


So, no big trip for us this summer... instead some visitors (a few already been and gone), a singin', actin', dancin' summer school (for the youngest member, last week, lots of fun) and really... just some being at home and taking it easy. Well, that's the plan anyway.

In amongst this, of course, there is reading and listening and absorbing this and that. Here a few things I've been in contact with so far:

I finally managed to read Barbara Kingsolver's "The Lacuna" (2009) that I bought ages ago. It is a fabulous read... and a must for all you Frida Kahlo fans (one review here). Art, history, censorship... it's all here.

It is the summer of sport here of course (what with the Jubilympics and all) and, amongst other things, the BBC are running a fascinating series of radio programmes telling various Olympic stories alongside songs (by Boo Hewerdine, Jez Lowe, Julie Matthews, Martin Simpson, Bob Fox and many others). The series is called "The Ballads of the Games". This week's episode was particularly emotional (it covers the 1936 Olympics in Berlin).

Still with sport there was of course some tennis on here in the UK not so long back. I don't watch that much of it (it was more my Mum's thing) but it's hard to ignore it all. Andy Murray, sadly, didn't quite make the top spot this year but another player (much less well-known) did OK. This is a lovely interview with British-English player Jonny Marray after his victory in the men's doubles (one of those everyone-said-I-should-give-up-and-now-look-what-I've-done pieces). Hurray for the loser-winners!

And finally, I haven't seen the film about young Leeds poets "We are Poets" yet but I did catch this poem from it. A stunning piece of work and film (poem by Joseph Buckley).

So art and sport, sport and art... spart anyone? As for me... I'll just be out with the dog... no medals, no races... just a bit of moving about... then a lot of sitting around pondering...

x


Monday, 18 June 2012

A ramble... for old time's sake


Dog days? Dog's life? Sleeping dog (last December).


Remember on my old blog I used to ramble on for ages about all sorts..? Lately I've tried to be more succinct and to-the-point but this week I'm more in a rambling mood it seems. Maybe that's because it is nearly-end-of-term here... plus it's small-one-visiting-high-school week (they do a kind of taster week the term before they start - good idea I think)... plus it's also lots-of-rehearsals-for-musical-show week (for same small one) so really it's just a week of moving her around, waiting for her, making sure she eats in between activities... and there's no time for proper concentration on anything for me...

So what can I tell you? What is worth passing on? Well... I'd say this radio programme/interview with Doreen Lawrence (broadcast last week on BBC) is well worth a listen. Most British readers will know her name - her son Stephen was murdered in London in 1993 by white racist thugs. On the programme Doreen Lawrence chooses some of her favourite records and one is the song Beverley Knight wrote for her son called "Fallen Soldier". I've always been a bit of a BK fan (read an old interview with her, by someone else, here) - she's an amazing singer and the track in question is over here.

 Also I've been watching (in amongst the football matches... there's a tournament on in Europe you know...) a show about class and taste on C4 presented by artist Grayson Perry (episode 1 on "working class" taste is here, episode 2 on "middle class" taste is here and the last episode is on this week). You could pick the show to pieces of course (class is so complicated these days for a start... plus it's all in England so far...) but at the same time it is (a) pretty interesting, (b) trying its best to be honest and open about matters of difference and (c) freaking hilarious in places. I'm a person who doesn't lose much sleep about the way I look, what I wear or what I have lying about the house (mostly it's the dog - see above) but I am aware that not everyone feels that way (I have ex-art school friends... lots of them... luckily some of them even give me their cast-offs and thoughtful/tasteful presents to keep me on track...). And then there's the class issue... while we were away last year Canadians, in particular, seemed surprised by how much British folk still refer to class (even jokily) as it is something they don't see as an issue (although we still see it in their society, of course, just under other names...). Well, maybe this show would help them see our divisions... though I doubt it... it would probably just confuse them more! As my Dad was a doctor my Mum always told me (with relish!) that I would always be middle class, whatever I did or didn't do. Except these days more or less everyone calls themselves some kind of middle class so it means almost nothing (and yet almost everything at the same time!). Can't wait for this week's upper class show...

Also catch if you can - this radio programme about Maurice Sendak who died recently (on the player for a couple more days). There's a lot of lovely detail about how the Wild Things ended up as they did...

What else..? Oh yes, we went to the cinema yesterday... and we learned that border terriers (example above) are taking over the silver screen (if not the world). Mark and a friend saw "Prometheus" (I'm not linking to that - it hardly needs my help!) and what did they see at some point on the screen..? Yes, a border terrier. Meanwhile the daughter and I saw the new Brit-flick "Fast Girls" (lured largely by "Being Human" star Lenora Crichlow... who is good in this nearly Olympian tale of relay racing... even if several scenes are a little stolen by Lashana Lynch as one of the other runners... full cast see here). But what else did we see... several times... on screen... if not a border terrier! In "Fast Girls" it belongs to the main character's trainer/coach and is called Linford (can't find a photo of it online - sorry, dog fans). I know some of you readers share your homes and lives with border terriers too so I thought you might like to know of their current omnipresence. I'm not sure what this says about taste (or indeed class) but I have been jokily calling our example the "Ford Escort" of dogs recently (though that's really out-of-date no doubt... I am so disinterested in car fashion I cannot begin to tell you!). Probably by now she's the Nissan Qashqai of dogs or something. Oh, I really have no idea.

Bet you're glad I've stopped rambling now, aren't you?

Thursday, 10 May 2012

Pieces of a man, poem



So, at risk of sounding like a broken record... here is another post about, or relating to, Gil Scott Heron. It is nearly a year since he died (May 27th last year). 

Recently there was an event in England all about this great writer/singer/musician (review here) and fans were asked to pass comment about their memories of GSH, their feelings about his music (asked by Lemn Sissay here). I did pass a memory over and found myself remembering the time, back in about 1990, when I used to listen to a lot of Gil Scott Heron (and so therefore his collaborator Brian Jackson too - lovely article by Brian about Gil here by the way). I had a dodgy job in advertising at that time and an all-consuming nightclub and music habit so I spent quite a lot of time in my car (these days I drive very little). I had a couple of GSH cassettes back then (yes, cassettes!) that I listened to again and again. In the end, thinking of folk club tonight and something to read aloud, I wrote this poem today. I didn't plan to write it when I woke up this morning... but here it is anyway. So if anyone else wants to write a poem this week about a favourite musician or songwriter or singer... maybe they'd like to do that in a Poetry Bus (online) stylee. Put the link in the comments and I'll post it here (as we used to... in the old days... see bottom of post). It might be more Poetry Moped than Poetry Bus but you get the idea...

Audio of this poem here.



In a car with the stereo on


So it was just me,
me and Gil,
cruising around the city
in a company car
that I didn't really deserve,
that I couldn't really drive.

We were singing as we went.
Really loud sometimes.
So many songs.

We were singing "Angel Dust”,
not the most family-friendly
singalong chorus perhaps
but I liked it.
And “The Bottle”.
And “Home is where the Hatred is”.
And “Three Miles Down”.
Never mind the feel-good numbers – 
because there are some –
“Lady Day and John Coltrane”,
“I think I'll call it Morning”.

Other times we were just speaking,
chatting almost,
and I was saying “brother” along with him
like I almost knew what it meant.
We covered “Whitey on the Moon”,
“No Knock” and obviously
the whole “revolution will not be televised” thing.
He called it a poem.
That goes without saying.

These were lonely drives
to nowhere in particular –
drives to pick up x
and put down z.
But as I turned the corners
and made the moves
at least a piece of Gil was there,
there with me when he sang
“Get out of the Ghetto Blues”
and “Pieces of a Man”.


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Other people's poems

First onto the moped it's Totalfeckineejit (our old Bus driver). Now doesn't that feel good?

Bug goes back to younger days.

Monday, 7 May 2012

Mouths of babes





Photo taken back in April on our way back from Titus' in Dumfries & Galloway.


Not much to blog just now... reading (finished Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie's "Half of a Yellow Sun" - it was brilliant), writing (a long, very weird poem that no-one will ever want to read most likely - not so brilliant...), rejigging my old online poems (here) and videos (here) so I don't have to nag tech support for help when they need changing, doing family stuff, home stuff. I did go to a poetry magazine launch yesterday (shock, horror!) but I'll write more about that when I can link to the new issue on their website (should be soon).

In the meantime h and I were talking about poetry this morning (partly because of the launch yesterday, partly because they've been reading lots of poems at school of late). She was quite surprised when I told her that most of the poems read at yesterday's event didn't rhyme (mine included). "Well, yes," she said authoritatively, "it is harder to make them rhyme - you've got to think of the right words." Well, it made me laugh anyway. Especially considering my last, very long, very rhyming poem (here). It's about an asylum... which seems so fitting at times.

More soon.

p.s. Tim Minchin on Radio 4's "Desert Island Discs" here.


Tuesday, 24 April 2012

Last words?




Just a quick one... a poem I wrote a couple of years ago that I've read out and about twice recently and had a few comments about. I guess it's not one that the poetry magazines will exactly snap up so it's not worth keeping it hidden away and all that. Instead... here it is:




Last words

I am not old
I'm just well run-in
I am not past it
I'm just past youth
I am not useless
I'm full of stories
I am not over
I'm living truth

I am a mother
And so a daughter
I am a heartbeat
That might be heard
I am a poem
That's all I leave you
I am a lesson
Word follows word



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