
Just watched David Rudkin/Alan Clarke’s film Penda’s Fen. Bizarre, terrifying masterpiece. Thankyou Caroline Ffrench Blake for lending me the DVD.
Alan Price has a review of the film in the Pelicanist.
Set in the Cotswold Hills.

Just watched David Rudkin/Alan Clarke’s film Penda’s Fen. Bizarre, terrifying masterpiece. Thankyou Caroline Ffrench Blake for lending me the DVD.
Alan Price has a review of the film in the Pelicanist.
Set in the Cotswold Hills.

Interesting post here In Defense of Obscenity

My lecture on Freud, Gide and Immoralism now published by the Fortnightly Review.
First given at the 2018 Conference on Poetry and Psychoanalysis.
Thanks to Catherine Humble, Susy Lansman and Kathryn Maris for organising this brilliant event.
RUNAWAY HANDICAP
Considering a runaway selection,
If poetry can generate affection,
Surely plumes of paradise entitle
Me to a mate intent upon requital?
My handicap’s an eloquence provoking
Offended neo-liberal fits of choking,
But when this stirs the ire of middle-management,
Amanda’s quick to join me in my banishment.
“In the 1930s, the geneticist R. A. Fisher developed Darwin’s theory of sexual selection with the idea of ‘runaway’ sexual selection. Fisher suggested that if a heritable mate preference – for example, the preference for a larger than average tail – becomes genetically correlated with the heritable trait itself – in this case the larger tail – then a positive feedback loop will arise so that tails will eventually become far longer than would otherwise have been expected. This runaway selection may account for such features as the remarkably elaborate plumage of birds of paradise or the extravagant courtship displays of the lyre bird.
For many academics, the significance of sexual selection as an evolutionary force only became apparent in the late 1970s, when Amotz Zahavi introduced the ‘handicap principle’. This was further developed in his 1997 book of the same name, which had the provocative sub-title A Missing Piece of Darwin’s Puzzle. Zahavi had recognized that for a physical or behavioural trait successfully to attract a member of the opposite sex, it had to impose an actual cost on the bearer. In other words, it must constitute a potential handicap to the bearer’s own survival. Otherwise, the possession of such a trait could be faked, making it wholly unimpressive.
The peacock’s tail that adorns the cover of Zahavi’s book is the classic example. Its impressive size imposes an energy cost on the bearer and increases the risk of predation: the larger the tail, the more noticeable the bird, and the slower it will be at escaping from dangerous situations. Moreover, to possess an elaborate tail fan, the peacock has to maintain itself in a healthy condition; it has to be good at finding nutritious food and fighting parasites. So, in the parlance of sexual selection theory, a large and colourful peacock’s tail is a ‘reliable indicator’ of particular good genes, since without such genes the bearer of this tail would either have been preyed upon or else would not have been able to sustain its elaborate nature.”
From Steven Mithen ‘The Singing Neanderthals’ – page 177

Delighted that my review of Miles Goslett’s new book on the questionable details of the Hutton Inquiry into the death of David Kelly has now been published by the Fortnightly Review. Click on the link below:
The review starts with a survey of selected Whistleblower books, and concludes with a more in-depth look at Goslett’s brilliant book – An Inconvenient Death: How the Establishment Covered Up the David Kelly Affair.
Interview with Miles Goslett
And also worth reading – Secrecy World by Scott Bernstein – back story to the Panama Papers, and the inspiration for The Laundromat – now available on Netflix and starring Meryl Streep, Oldman, Banderas et al.
Tango has always been a love of mine, and Lindi Kopke and I worked together for a number of years, exploring the notion of dancing tango to classical music. Click on the link below to watch some videos on the Tango Schumann website.

The Crown Prince gets preferential treatment
In the Hanoi Hilton. Hear the songbird sing
Of kind handling by the people he has injured
From the air. What will the rear admiral think though,
Should his son accept that offer of release?
Better hang on in there, rather than return
Ignominiously at best, at worst a Rose of Tokyo.
x
“Darned if I will,” says the cowboy who has destroyed
As many of his country’s planes as he has of the enemy’s –
Lopping power-lines from the sky, airman out of a rodeo.
“Pa’s in command of all our forces here in the Pacific.
Can’t just hold my breath till I turn blue
As I used to when a kid and get him to get
Me out of here. To the bitter…got to see this through.”
x
But when he does get back, after it’s all over,
Hasn’t this Prince a job to do, blocking all info on
Unreturned POWs? Some may know too much
About him. Show their families no justice, rail at them
And scream, insult them, drive the wives to tears,
Push a grandma out of her wheelchair. Well, how dare
She question his loyalty, doubt his patriotism even?
x
Puts his faith in his right to the might of his fathers.
And if prisoners get dishonoured by being left to die
At least their secrets die with them. He’s got a career
To fly. There’s his hate’s volcano to be stoked.
Thin, dark and starving, kept in the caves that years
Later will boost tourism, won’t they drop off soon
Like flies?” Satellite photos show the markings
x
Pilots such as our Prince have been trained to use
When signalling for rescue. He will insist
The Pentagon sees nothing there but shadows
And vegetation. He will agree with the CIA
That these are saw-grass clumps, no more,
Mere rice-paddy walls. What you get in Viet Nam,
Never the desperate name of a missing man
x
Gouged into a field. But then, as one investigator
Puts it to the Senate. “Guys, if grass can spell out
People’s names and secret digit codes,
Then I have found a new respect for grass.”
x
John McCain
HERON OF HAWTHORNDEN – a chap-book of dizains by Anthony Howell celebrating his residency at the castle in the Autumn of 2017. Illustrations by the author. Limited edition from Grey Suit Editions, UK.
20th November
x
Our very first breakfast. Tardier than the rest,
I sit alone at the narrow elm table,
Terribly ancient; eating my porridge with Sucrose
Purchased in Tottenham. Not quite as fit
As I ought to be; recovering from a twisted knee.
Everyone else now busily writing. As I finish
What’s in my bowl, the elegant dark-wood Windsor
Chair, stately and antique as our patron, who is
A hundred and three, gives way beneath me.
I clutch at its arms, but still… it collapses, albeit gracefully,
x
Taking me with it, spilling me onto the tartan carpet.
This elicits apology. However, I’m encouraged not to fret.
This veteran’s been rickety for ages.
Hamish will fix it. Yes, but the peg at the top of a leg
Splintered, I’m sure, as we keeled over.
Clearly that chair has now been put paid to by me.
What a way to start a residency in a precipitous
Castle, a castle where silence is de rigeur until our
Convivial evening fare. I must watch my step
As well as how I sit. There is a dungeon below us here.
x
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David Cooke
David Cooke was born in Wokingham and grew up in Reading, although his family roots are in the West of Ireland. In 1977, while an undergraduate at Nottingham University, he won a Gregory Award. His poems and reviews have appeared widely in the UK, Ireland and beyond in journals such as Agenda, Ambit, The Cortland Review, The Interpreter’s House, The Irish Press, The Irish Times, The London Magazine, Magma, The Manhattan Review, The Morning Star, Poetry Ireland Review, Poetry Salzburg Review and Stand. He has published five collections of his poetry, the latest of which is After Hours published by Cultured Llama Publishing in 2017. He is founder and co-editor of The High Window.
John Welch
John Welch used to run The Many Press. He has published several collections of poetry and a new one, In Folly’s Shade, will appear from Shearsman Books later this year. His prose writings include ‘Dreaming Arrival’, a personal account of his experience of psychoanalysis.
Jane Solomon
Jane Solomon was born in London. She had a novel, Hotel 167, published by Picador when she was 20. They subsequently bought her second novel, Camembert, which was never published due to a conflict of interests. She received an Arts’ Council Award for her third novel, The Nightberry. Jane continued to write novels while developing her other interest, Argentine Tango, which she has been teaching and performing for over 15 years, including 7 years spent in Buenos Aires. Most recently, she has been writing poetry, and some of her work has been published in The Spectator magazine.
Emma Hammond

Emma Hammond has published two books- ‘tunth-sk’ with Flipped Eye and ‘The Story of No’ with Penned in the Margins. She also has a collection with zimZalla called ‘Waves on a Boring Beach’ and has self-published two pamphlets, ‘softly softly catchy monkey’ and ‘Sleeveless Errand’. She is working on her third full collection ‘Valour‘. It includes poems about journeying, infertility and puppies but is really about trying hard and doing your best to be a real person. Emma also teaches and mentors poets.
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