(photo courtesy Nicky Harris)

(photo courtesy Nicky Harris)

To provide you with plenty of airport lounge reading we’ve saved up two Echos for your delectation:

 

 

Poetika Echo 56 – 20 June 2018
Brought to you by Alison Craig 

Theme UN Declaration of Human Rights, 1948
Hosted by John Bruce

Nicky Michelle Harris gave us a precis of the Declaration and its 30 articles, then read the stunning poem by Maya Angelou, I Rise:
Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.

Then WH Auden’s Refugee Blues:
Dreamed I saw a building with a thousand floors,
A thousand windows and a thousand doors;
Not one of them was ours, my dear, not one of them was ours.

Ria reflected on migrant refugees in dire marine straits: Your legs buckle like a tired horse …. And – packed like sardines: Is all this water one long cemetery? Perhaps the sea is the only place that will take you.
Then from Rupi Kaur, a love letter to the world: I will carry you to freedom.

John B:  written after the Peterloo massacre in Manchester:
Ye who suffer woes untold
With folded arms and steady eye
Rise like lions after slumber …
Ye are many, they are few.

Vic described getting caught in front of an English Defence League march – the police evacuated them through a shop.
I’m a judge, I’m a jury
I’ve already found you guilty, don’t you know.
You’ve already lost the trial.
But the problem is …
You’re the judge, you’re the jury
And it seems I have lost the trial.

David R read W H Auden’s The Shield of Achilles 1952
    
Tianna read Disrespect:
I’ll put on my big girl smile
While your demon children demand toys
We haven’t got.
Lying in bed wishing I was anyone but me
… Too rich to live in, too poor to move out
This is my fifteen minutes to dream
Of a better life.
… My rights which you apparently don’t receive
With your badge and your hat.

Susie talked of the human right to speak out, the human right to be looked after, and how they surprised the children to whom she taught the UN Declaration.
Then she read us a poem about the mixed blessing of owning the dream swimming pool:
Day by day it eyed me reproachfully: come and swim!
…But it’s raining!
That shouldn’t stop you – I’m wet already!
… Some dreams are over-rated.

Susie’s eldest daughter Amber lives in Madrid. Her friend lives in Tehran. They go to visit her.
Bright juices, ancient pastries,
Tehran so polluted.
Friends from Madrid, so different here.
Her lively girlfriend from Madrid submissive, almost fauning.
… Child-like, compliant, trammelled, returning to value the openness of her life in the west, counting her freedoms
.
Train solutions:
You’ll have to believe in it – it’s just so ingenious.

Edwin read a poem about refugees ‘crawling from the ocean …
Darling could you rub my back with suntan lotion?’

Nicky again, saying she was so nervous she was imagining us all naked!
Describing how fascism is on the rise again, she read her poem Filling Your Boots:
Neoliberalism Trumps Egalitarianism
Fascism is the new fashion darling
There’s only so many times you can eat your own shit
Before you die of your own poison
They’re eating from their own Brexit exit
Love, peace and altruism always flies higher
Humanity always wins.

Then a quick vote to decide July’s theme. Sex and sexuality won over Summer, and Innocence!

John B read his poem complicit – things happen because people let them.

Kyra
How do you let someone know
Your vulnerability has become your personality
Love … the kind you feel in your soul, your gut
…Still fumbling for the right words
The kind that make your bones crack
… You can’t carry all this weight on your shoulders.

Anna, on behalf of her friend Pete
Voyage
The windows are open but closed
As she sets sail with him
… Smudging the beads of moisture
Along her lip
… Seals stacked up on the shore
And your hair is like a hairnet to catch the sun
.

Ross gave us Byron’s suggested epitaph for Lord Castlereagh:
Posterity will ne’er survey
a Nobler grave than this:
Here lie the bones of Castlereagh:
Stop, traveller, and p—– !

Mark Jackwood
A country needs a resource
We’ve fallen back on artists
Surely we have enough misery
To produce a crop of those?

Alison read Carol Ann Duffy’s Last Post:
There’s coffee in the square,
warm French bread
and all those thousands dead
are shaking dried mud from their hair
and queuing up for home. Freshly alive,
a lad plays Tipperary to the crowd, released
from History; the glistening, healthy horses fit for heroes, kings.
You lean against a wall,
your several million lives still possible
and crammed with love, work, children, talent, English beer, good food.
You see the poet tuck away his pocket-book and smile.
If poetry could truly tell it backwards,
then it would.

Tim
The opening – first chapter of the Koran
Refugee man of Syria
You stake out our fear of your crescent-shaped moon
In the name of God the Compassionate
Just you being here
Opens the Other in us.

Cat read a poem about how our opinions are manipulated.
Traffic light system we know like the back of our hand.
As we sit on the M4 in a traffic jam
Discussing the price of ham
.

Mike read 3 sonnets
Using pain as an argument
To fix your reasoning
… Make them see you
When they look in the mirror
Right is the thing that everyone has wrong
When they try to take away
Not a right they have
But a wrong they choose to do
Since it is true, whatever they may say,
We are a whole
And suffer as one.
I scrape orange peel on my cereal
And click a card to someone in goal.
Teach me to use what little power I have

To save the less lucky from prison and grave.

Anna’s Words and Soldiers
Drifting down the empty street
Flooding into dead men’s feet.
To a friend
I know they told you no
I know they said you’re wrong
One day we’ll dance away
And not listen to a word they say.

Ian’s poem on protest:
Why are humans obsessed
With owning the best?
… Dare to protest.
… The words like bullets from a gun.
Silence allows the haters to win.

Ria’s Cat’s Cradle
Basking in those days
When the heat went misty then clear.
Then a poem about a wedding in India.
… The endless hall
Of force-feeding feast and the famine.

Vic sang Lost in Translation:
I thank God I am a citizen of heaven.

Ross read the Wandering Jews, first read ‘when Syrians started washing up on shores …  the scientific detachment better known as indifference.’

Nicky again – for Connie and Sheila
You’ll be lucky in love
If your head rules your heart
But do the right thing
And wear a condom!

And what her mother used to say …

And that concluded Poetika 56

Poetika Echo 57 – 18th July 2018
A vague reminiscence by John Bruce 

Theme: Sex, Sexuality and Gender
Hosted by Ria Rylatt-Chandaman

I haven’t done one of these in a while and it’s a privilege to bring you a taste of our July meeting:

It was myself that started by mentioning the George Herbert talk on 7th August – details here http://www.georgeherbert.org.uk/about/2018_programme.html 

Alison was the first to read with her first ever sonnet, Elan Vitale (now featured on poetika.org.uk – if you want to feature your works here please get in touch). Following her velvet stallion’s back, Grace lived a whole life in less than two months (you fucking whore) and David banged on about ships in the night, somewhere between the belly and the brain…

After kissing your shoulder, kissing your thighs, Edwin was holding your boobs, Tianna told her story of self-discovery, and said ‘No’. Kira told us about a girl who has flowers blooming in her ribcage, and Nicky pointed out that sex was more trouble than it’s worth.

Cat and Mike reminded us of the Colourful Adventures of Merciful Grace (Sat 4th August details here), before I (that’s me – John!) started apart and moaned about Monet and Ria gasped like wasps and bees (and bruised easily, like an ego).

Ian started our second half by talking about sex, baby, then Mike explained he’d rather receive a gift than possess. Anna, a sexy lady, was feeling confident, before Ross warned us that when life becomes subhuman, subhumans come alive…

Peter reflected that the wind and water were as soft as milk, before Nicky returned, asking if we wrote from our own sexuality. For Grace, the day she stopped loving him was no different from any other day, and David R had a second chance to warn us your kiss stings sharp and sweet.

Tiana stretched each syllable within an inch of its life before Cat dreamt of dog days that will burn and burn (topical!). Kira whispered how quietly the earth will mention your name, then it was Game On for Ria.

This was a fabulous Poetika with some really strong poems – a new wave of attendees has invigorated our existing members – everyone – keep up the good work!!

We have a break in August and will be back on Wednesday 19th September – meanwhile we’re looking for suggestions for our September theme/prompt – if you have any ideas, please reply to this newsletter or comment on Facebook.

Have a great summer!

The Colourful Adventures of Merciful Grace travels to Southampton

How are you? Doing okay, FAB! I have got my first ever comedy show at The Art House on Saturday the 4th at 7.30. We are saying a donation of £5.00 which is going to The Art House. It’s The colourful Adventures of Merciful Grace, part pantomime, part dad jokes, and some poetry honest. If you’d like to come along book here https://www.eventbrite.co.uk/e/the-colourful-adventures-of-merciful-grace-art-house-fundraiser-4th-august-tickets-48273563528

This is my go at a steampunk pantomime AND it even has a pirate. We’re going to hold a competition so you can win yourself a steampunk parrot, called Albert Ross. Yes not really a parrot, but you did smile for a moment didn’t you.

For more detail check out my Facebook page https://www.facebook.com/CatRandle/

Let’s look after The Art House the way its been looking after us.
Hugs Cat Randle (aka Merciful Grace the Mechanical Maid)

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POETIKA 57 – Sex, Sexuality & Gender

When we asked you to decide on this month’s theme, we were mildly surprised that last month’s audience were unanimously in favour of SEX…

OK that’s a great soundbite, but the real topic – sex, sexuality and gender – is a perfect prompt for a range of work and styles –  the world we know is created by ourselves, and we are created by… sex, sexuality and gender… so the world is your oyster for inspiration.

So bring along your new work or previous work on this theme – or any theme – and we’ll be delighted to hear your contributions as sexy or prudish as you like – we’re artists, so no holds barred!

Because of the theme we’ve chosen our sexiest member, Ria to host – so come along on Wednesday 18th July, 7.30 for 7.45, upstairs at The Pheasant, Salt lane, Salisbury. We ask a contribution of £2-3pp please towards expenses.

As usual we welcome everyone who wants to read or sing their own work or that of others as well as those people who prefer only to listen.
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Not written by a member, but a sweet poem by e.e. cummings

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Lady,i will touch you with my mind.
Touch you and touch and touch
until you give
me suddenly a smile,shyly obscene

(lady i will
touch you with my mind.)Touch
you,that is all,

lightly and you utterly will become
with infinite ease

the poem which i do not write.

All the best, Ria, Nicky, John and Dave

New venue for Salisbury’s poetry, prose open mic Poetika

Due to closure of the Cloisters Poetika has returned to the Pheasent Inn 19 Salt Lane, Salisbury SP1 1DT

The event will be found in the shoemaker’s hall-function room at the Pheasent Inn. Poetika starts its new season, in a new venue. The evening will premiere David King reading from his new collection ‘Strange Stranger’ Books will be on sale and donations from the book sale will go to the charity Children’s Chance.

The theme for the evening is Strangers and John Bruce and David Kind said

“We welcome all to come and present poetry or short pose, or perform acoustic songs, comedy or other performance – either their own or work they admire.”

Sign up is from 7.30pm on the night, performances begin at 7.45 – a small donation of £2.00 is invited towards room hire.

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Teapoets are returning on September 10th!

We here at Big Up Words are excited because The Teapoets Cafe is returning September 10th.

Co founder Cat Randle gets very excited. “I look forward to meeting up with all the poet’s and finding out what they’ve done on their summer break.”

Here they are in their own words

Spetember 10th

 

 

 

 

 

To kick off our new season, we look forward to welcoming guest poet Peter Roe, and singer-songwriter Lisa Thorne.

We welcome one and all who enjoy poetry (either as audience or readers). Come along and have some listening fun, and maybe introduce a friend to the joys of the spoken word too. A warm welcome awaits.

Rum’s Eg gallery and cafe are open throughout.

Spoken word open spots may be booked in advance by sending an email to signup1709@teapoet.org.uk and we will keep some in reserve on the door.

About the guest-Peter Roe guest poet

Peter RoePeter Roe was born and raised a ‘Northern Lad’ in Buxton in the Peak District. He has served in the RAF and has worked with computers and emerging technologies in education.
Peter is a poet, writer, film-maker and self confessed Nerd who likes to shatter people’s pre and misconceptions about “Computer Geeks and Anoraks!”
Peter’s poems and stories come out of that bit of the world where technology meets people and have been well received at public readings both in the South West of England and The Netherlands where he was dubbed ‘The Techno-Poet’. As the Millennium ticked over he became embroiled in a Poetry War with his Father and his Siblings… as the words flew it created a schism within the family. ‘The War of The Words’ that followed was a breeding ground for many of his performance pieces.
Forced into early retirement with only a dictionary and a smartphone for company… He remains an eternal optimist and describes himself as “Disabled by Bread… Soft int’ head… Dad of Three… Addicted to Eye Tee… Poet and Writer… App Game Fighter…”
He is constantly rhyming and punning and is currently working on ‘Reunification’ a poetry event with his Brother to be premiered at The Buxton Fringe in 2018.

Musical guest-Lisa Thorne

Lisa Thorne has never looked back since her uncle introduced her to the music of Steeleye Span when she was a child. Working with an intuitive style, she refines songs until they ‘fit’ the images in her mind.
She is particularly interested in the narrative of the voice, using words to pin down a point of that narrative, rather then to express or describe.
“Folk is certainly an influence,” explains Lisa, “as I adore the melody lines, harmonies, and rhythms.” We are delighted to introduce Lisa to the TeaPoet Collective as we feel her songs deserve wider exposure, and we’re sure you will agree.

And finally news about becoming a member of Teapoets 

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Our membership cards for the next season will be available when we return to Rum’s Eg on Sunday 10th September. For £30 you will get:

  • Admission to 8 TeaPoet Cafes (September to April) for the price of 6
  • Admission for a guest to the above events for half price
  • The opportunity to sell your books etc. on our merchandise table

 

 

 

 

Open Word starts this weekend at Arundels

Open Words Arnudels (Ted Health’s house) SP1 2EN Cathedral Close Salisbury June 11th starting at 1.30-4.30 

Yes Open Word is back with 2 dates and loads of fun. We start this weekend at Arundels. This is our first event in a garden. Bring picnic blankets, chairs and lots of poetry. We will be having an open Mic so looking forward to your poems.

Poetry guest Paul Canon Harris 

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Paul is a poet and versatile writer based in Bournemouth. Published work includes two poetry collections, and non-fiction works on spirituality, leadership and communication. Recent poems have featured on Yellow Buses and in the PR for an aid convoy to Aleppo. He broadcasts regularly on BBC Radio 2 and other stations and performs poetry at festivals and venues in the UK and abroad.
Guest Musician Steve Faulkner 
Steve is unique amongst performers in the Folk genre in that he has never, ever been even nominated for any award of any kind. He remains unconcerned by this, as awards for performing arts seem to him to be, “Comparing Chalk and Cheese and then giving the prize to an Avocado.” Hailing from Poole in Dorset, Steve is a multi-instrumentalist and vocalist with his own take on Traditional, Folk and Acoustic music. Playing Fiddle, Bouzouki, Low Whistles, Bodhrán and to everyone’s surprise (including his) Double Bass and Bass Guitar, he has worked over the past 20 or so years in a number of groups across the UK and Europe with wide ranging musical appeal as well as giving solo performances. Appearing on a discography of five album and one EP release, Steve can go from lively in-yer-face frontman to sensitive accompanist at will and anything in between.

With special guest MC

Dave reading from one of his books.

Dave reading from one of his books.

David is a regular at Teapoets and other open Mic around the South East. He has been guest at many open mic’s around the South East England David’s poetry has a strong connection to our world and his poetry helps us relate to our earth and ourselves in new ways.
The Travelling Bookstall will be available along with books by the performers and MC.

 

Andover 1st Rock music festival

Andover Rocks is an innovative music event which is being held on April 1st 2017 to raise much-needed funds for The Junction and music intervention in Adult mental health. The event consists of a whole day and evening of music and music related workshops being held across 5 venues around the town. The aim is to provide something musical for everyone from well-known acts such as The Torn off Strips and Jon Walsh through to more alternative events like the Gong Bath, Drum Running, Gospel Choir and Poetry. In addition String brokers are providing free 20-minute guitar lessons

Not only are you going to get brilliant music all day, you will get to see poetry from Dan Hooks, Syd Meats, Damian O’Vitch, Cat Randle and Just Us!

The Venues are:

  • The Methodist church
  • The Rock House
  • The White Hart
  • The Time Ring
  • The Hayward Suite (Wolversdene Club)Poetry from 5.30-7.30

Tickets – Tickets are £10 per adult, £2.50 a child, 5 and under’s are free, please note this is a roaming ticket and will get you access to all venues. Tickets are available from Stringbrokers, The White Hart, The Rock House, The Wolversdene Club, The Methodist Church, The Junction and MBE.

April 1st Andover Rocks

 

 

January : Poetika 40 : ‘Resolution’ The Cloisters, Wednesday 18th January, 7.30 for 7.45pm

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Hello everyone,Here’s the flyer for our next show on Wednesday 18th January, 7.30 for 7.45pm,
£2-3pp at the door towards expenses please. Please note we’re back at The Cloisters, Catherine Street, Salisbury, this month, after the Christmas session at St Thomas’s.John and I both wish you all a happy, healthy and creative New Year. Our theme this time is ‘Resolution’ or if you’re inspired to some very vivid writing, ‘High Resolution’.  But as always, we welcome songs, poems, etc on any topic, your own work or anybody’s that you’d like to bring along. Electric eclectic, is our traditional motto that I’ve just invented, we don’t mind, the main thing is just to roll up and enjoy the evening, performing or listening: extra voices, ears, always welcome.

Here’s one I wrote a few years ago. Perhaps like me, you’ve noticed how haunting music can be when heard from the room next door, so this is one such memory. It was also prompted by the misspelling of the media used in a piece of artwork which was supposed to read ‘varnish and thread’:

Oak secrets

…songs from a hidden guitar vanish and thread
from the room next door…beneath dull shoes

oak secrets, every knot a witness in the grain
to stones defeated while roots gripped earth

like shipwrecked knuckles in storms lashed
across patient centuries. How many hooves

passed those trees? How many lovers laid
safe close to improvise hot magic there?

…brief smoke twists, hearth cracked fire,
melt crystal notes from a hidden guitar…

Hope you’re all keeping warm at the mo, see you on the night,

all the best, scarcrow dave

PS don’t forget our extra event on 1st Feb –  “I Hate Housework”- an evening of prose, poetry and comedy. Do come along and support a very funny and thought provoking show by one of our members, Clare Macnaughton. It’s completely free – no contribution for the room on this occasion.