Beverley at Iguazu – Read by Anthony Howell

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Beverley at Iguazu

This poem was first published in Dancers in Daylight, Anvil, London 2003. More poem-films and videos of performances here

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Pictures at an Exhibition – Sketch 1.

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A lovely piece of Performance Art by Milica Vukovic relating to a picture by Mark Williams, which was shown in his  exhibition at The Room in May 2015.

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Hand Sewn Images

Pop portraits on these lovely little works by Jenny Hart.  They include a lovely one of Marianne Faithfull.  Click on Marianne to read my piece about her.

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My Part in the Downfall of Everything

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First published 2015, my satire. Click the image to see the post in the Fortnightly Review!

The full story can be found in Go forth and Serve, Martin Rosenbluth, 1961. Library of Congress cat. no. 60-53237

The poem is now published in my book of poems FROM INSIDE, High Window Press, 2017. Also can be found on Amazon

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Now up on The Poetry Archive!

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The recordings I made of some of my poems, including “Innisfree”, are now online at the  National Poetry Archive. The Archive has more material recorded, including the whole of  “Silent Highway”.  These recordings are now available for a very modest price on the site. I want to thank everyone at the archive who made this possible, including Richard Carrington, Andrew Motion, Emily Berry, Connie Robertson and Anne Rosenfeld!

And just for interest sake. It is wonderful what skillful editing can do:

An Error rectified:

To my consternation, I discovered I had slipped up in the final lines of the “Uncle Rufus” section of “Silent Highway” –  so I emailed the Archive:

Dear Richard and Kate

I am so sorry to bring this up, but I have realised that I have made a mistake in this poem at a rather crucial point.  At the end of UNCLE RUFUS in Silent Highway, I say:

His poem sanctioned by the Poet Laureate

Who did not know much about gods, but

Thought that the river was a strong brown god –

Sullen, untamed and intractable….

The last two lines are clearly from Eliot (opening of The Dry Salvages).

Now, it is on record that John Masefield liked Rufus’s poem and so did Eliot (who published a book by Rufus).  But somehow I have managed to conflate the two poets into one – carried away, I think, by the flow of the poem.  Masefield was Laureate, Eliot of course never was.  So I have changed this to:

His poem sanctioned by the Poet Laureate

And one who did not know much about gods,

But thought that the river was a strong brown god –

Sullen, untamed and intractable….

If there was ever a chance to get into a studio and change this to the amended version, I should be most grateful. I would not like this boo-boo to persist into posterity!

With best wishes etc.

Well, they got back to me and said it would be very difficult (and expensive) to find time in the recording studio, but they could ask their excellent audio editor to try to find those extra two words / phrases – “And one” or “And one who” elsewhere in my Archive recording and add them in to that poem.  As Richard put it, “It’s probably unlikely that it will work but miracles can sometimes happen – not least because the audio engineer, Chris Panton, is the best audio editor in the entire history of recorded sound!”

With a somewhat heavy heart, I discovered a “who” in the first line of “Dancers in Daylight” – which I had also recorded, and an “and one” in the Windrush section of “Silent Highway.”  I told Richard – and less than twenty-four hours later I was sent a sound sample of my amended last verse. Brilliant!  Well done, Chris.

So – as it is now – the Archive version of the poem is the only fully corrected version of this poem in existence – superseding the version in the Anvil book.  Of course I am embarrassed that I didn’t get it quite right in the book.  But at least it’s how it should be as I (seem to) read it for the Archive. There is a conclusion to this story: Carcanet are just republishing Silent Highway (it appears to have sold out) – so I was able to make amendments to the text. SO, anyone who buys the book as from mid April 2019 should have the poems with the text corrected, if you buy the second edition from Carcanet.

A note on Rufus:

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by Elliott & Fry, vintage print

Rufus incidentally is Rufus Noel-Buxton. “The Ford” (written while wading!) was published by the Caravel Press in 1955 with a foreword by Masefield. “Westminster Wader” – an account of his wadings  – was published by Faber in 1957 – with a lovely painting by the author on the jacket.

Westminster Wader    The Ford

Some further recordings set to constant moving images can be found on my website

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Negative Time Number 3 at The Room

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This is the Third Movement of Negative Time.

Like ‘negative space’, negative time suggests that form is created by what is missed out.  Each dance in this series misses out some usually included ingredient in the art of tango – that is the art of leading and following in time.  The ingredients jettisoned are connection, contact, and thirdly development.  Finally all the ingredients come together in a fourth dance to the jazz impressionism of Duke Ellington.

Tango Schumann (Lindi De Angelis and Anthony Howell) presented a performance of Negative Time at The Room, 33 Holcombe Road, London N17 9AS (Bruce Grove and Tottenham Hale Stations)  On Saturday 22 February 2014

Negative Time:  Three Movements to Classical Music

1 Eric Satie – Tres Gymnopedias No. 1, Cécile Ousset

  1. Claude Debussy – D’un cahier d’esquisses, Jean-Efflam Bavouzet

3 Alexander Scriabin – Prelude Op. 16, no 1, Vladimir Horowitz

Then a tango to a Jazz Impression

Duke Ellington orchestra – Isfahan

More videos and information can be found at www.tangoschumann.com

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MARK WILLIAMS – exhibition at The Room

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A comprehensive view of the exhibition by Mark Williams that was shown at The Room.

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Diane Arbus and Howard Nemerov

Very interesting post about sibling rivalry in the arts of poetry and photography.

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Has to be said, Nemerov was no slouch when it came to poetry.  Here is one of his best.

BRAINSTORM

The house was shaken by a rising wind

That rattled window and door. He sat alone

In an upstairs room and heard these things: a blind

Ran up with a bang, a door slammed, a groan

Came from some hidden joist, and a leaky tap,

At any silence of the wind, walked like

A blind man through the house. Timber and sap

Revolt, he thought, from washer, baulk and spike.

Bent to his book, continued unafraid

Until the crows came down from their loud flight

To walk along the rooftree overhead.

Their horny feet, so near but out of sight,

Scratched on the slate; when they were blown away

He heard their wings beat till they came again,

While the wind rose, and the house seemed to sway,

And window panes began to blind with rain.

The house was talking, not to him, he thought,

But to the crows; the crows were talking back

In their black voices. The secret might be out:

Houses are only trees stretched on the rack.

And once the crows knew, all nature would know.

Fur, leaf and feather would invade the form,

Nail rust with rain and shingle warp with snow,

Vine tear the wall, till any straw-borne storm

Could rip both roof and rooftree off and show

Naked to nature what they had kept warm.

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He came to feel the crows walk on his head

As if he were the house, their crooked feet

Scratched, through the hair, his scalp. He might be dead

It seemed, and all the noises underneath

Be but the cooling of the sinews, veins,

Juices, and sodden sacks suddenly let go;

While in his ruins of wiring, his burst mains,

The rainy wind had been set free to blow

Until the green uprising and mob rule

That ran the world had taken over him,

Split him like seed, and set him in the school

Where any crutch can learn to be a limb.

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Inside his head he heard the stormy crows.

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Howard Nemerov (1920 – 1991) from “The Collected Poems”, University of Chicago Press, 1977.

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Graffiti: meditations on the source of our creative urges

A wonderful post by the writer Kerry-Lee Powell

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Blue of Noon

A New online poetry ‘zine.  Glad to have a poem here at Blue of Noon

Check the magazine’s archive for provocative poems by other poets.

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The poem is one that I consider abstract, and now there is another here – Back to the Salient

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