Literary reviews by Tim Love.
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Showing posts with label Jo Bell. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jo Bell. Show all posts

Saturday, 10 March 2018

"52: Write a Poem a Week. Start Now. Keep Going." by Jo Bell (Nine Arches Press, 2015)

A crowd-funded motivational course, with prompts and example poems from poets big and small. It can be done alone or (preferably) with a group. I'm trying it alone. I won't wait a week between poems, but I'll try to produce something (Flash or poetry) for most topics.

I think Jo Bell's a good thing for poetry, someone who can engage poets and non-poets. I like the no-nonsense opinions - "poets can be divided into those who are interested in poetry, and those who are only interested in their own poetry" (p.13); A poem is never actually about what it's about. You can write about the same thing on two different days, and get entirely different results" (p.29); "Sport: Personally I hate it. Yes all of it." (p.33); "Don't try to make it Mean Something." (p.102); "Beware sentimentality" (p.119); "nostalgia ... is a kind of poetic comfort eating" (p.133);

She knows that people might opt for easy options, so she offers extra challenges. E.g. re "High Street" - "Make this ... more than a list of shops, more than [a] lament for the days of the butcher, the baker, the candlestick maker. Celebrate the cornucopian delights of Aldi, the confessional privacy of the hairdresser. Be a child, a dog, a pigeon" (p.37)

The exercises mostly require delving into one's memories or being observant. Consequently language is largely referential. Though there's encouragement use particulars, and to be individualistic regarding content, the starting points are common to all readers. Self-criticism and checking if one's work is to much like that of others is deferred. In the final section she lays her cards on the table - "You don't need a prompt: just look at the world around you. ... The value of poetry is surely to share experience, precisely and with impact, so that reader and writer can connect ... It is communication, on the level of emotion ... Your job as a poet is to be wholly human, alive to the world around you, and to share your findings" (p.164).

I think some grouchy people may find the optimism off-putting - e.g. the first section ends with "Turn over a new leaf and begin. Everything is going to be amazing" (p.15), which tempts me to reply with a Larkinesque "Bah humbug".

The success of the book partly depends on the reader responding to unanalysed poems. Beginners might not find this easy, either with poems that are centuries old, or newer ones. Why does the first line of the first poem end at "heavy"? Why is it broken into triplets? Why does the poem on p.120 use ampersands? Wouldn't "If In America" be better without the "If"s? What's Claire Crowther's poem about? There's a temptation for people to slavishly imitate poems they don't understand. Perhaps a few notes about the difficult poems might have helped. On the plus side, the sample poems vary in difficulty - readers can reject what they don't find useful.

If one didn't know beforehand which section a poem was in, it would be difficult to guess, but I suspect that also applies to the poems produced by the prompts - they're likely to wonder off-topic.

I'm hopeless at doing writing workshop exercises. With this book I was able to give myself a few days for each theme's ideas to accumulate. Even so, I couldn't do anything with the suggestion that I should write from an animal's PoV, using Ted Hughes and The Windhover as inspiration. I had trouble with Sport too. In the end I came out with more poems and more Flash than I'd otherwise have produced, so I'm glad I read it.

Other reviews

  • Goodreads (oh, big mistake. This was not my book. I expected it to be for beginners but I couldn't have been more wrong. Intimidating as hell, and I don't like most of the poems in the book. - Emma Sea)

Saturday, 12 September 2015

"Kith" by Jo Bell (Nine Arches Press, 2015)

Puffs from Daljit Nagra, Philip Gross and Carol Ann Duffy! There's a poem that came 3rd in the Bridport, and poems from Magma, Rialto, etc.

It begins interestingly with one of the more conceptual pieces, "Crates", which begins "Observe that when I speak of crates/ your mind supplies one straight away", then speculates about the types of crates before finishing with "Now, let us speak of love". That poem tempts the reader (me, anyway) to see some other poems as extended analogies too.

  • Titles can give the game away - for example, a poem that's all about snow and ends with "It ... sends them home/ ... more frightened than they can explain" is entitled "Like love"
  • "Lifted" begins "The land says - come uphill: and water says I will. But take it slow". It seems to be about a boat rising through a lock. But the poem continues "A workman's ask and nothing fancy -/ Will you? Here's the answer, engineered". The engineered answer (i.e. the metaphor) continues for a page (continuing from the earlier "Breaker's yard" poem maybe) before ending with "and water says: I will"
  • Even if in some poems the explicit comparison's suppressed, an analogy may lurk. "Tied Up" is about mooring overnight at "Tixall Wide", ending with "You don't need to travel far. You're always home./ There's comfort in the play of rope;/ slack and tight, there and back.", but it's tempting to read this as a poem about Self and its need not to be tied too tightly to the current situation.

The first stanza of "Enough deathbed talk:" ends with "Here and now" - the two main keywords of the book. "Mallaig" has "a populace/ who measure time as now or not at all" (p.45), which begins a sequence where lack of a fixed location and life's transience loom large - "Metalled roads, it knows,/ are just a phase we pass through now and then", (p.46); "Here, they say, and here/ we did what everybody did" (p.49); "This is us, this is. Still here" (p.50); "I'm entirely here ... Moment - you'll do" (p.52). Maximizing the Now is more prized than excavating memories.

The book moves loosely through phases. From poems about boating then about seizing the moment the subject turns, unsurprisingly, to sex and making love in strange places. Then there are poems about types of permanence, with a sprinkling of archeology and birds. Standing stones in these poems perhaps represent previous attempts to fix a location, but perhaps there's more to life than that - the "rooks over Avebury" didn't notice the stones below - "They flew, it seemed, without direction. But they flew" (the poet lives on a narrowboat).

As well as the extended analogies mentioned above, there are short analogies. I've doubts about the first of these examples below; the second is saved by its context -

  • "Snow ... stops the mouths of tell-tale lanes,/ stuffs a fist into the downfall pipes" (p.13)
  • "Water rushes in like fools" (p.36)
  • "the squat twin churches of St Peter and St Andrew - / neighbourly as housewives at a lunchtime fence,/ respecters of a long-held boundary" (p.62)
  • "the houses stand like strangers at a bar" (p.65)

Overall, there's much that provides immediate pleasure, most of which gives pause for thought, though "Beginnings", "How to live on a narrow boat", "Worship" and "Excavation" don't have enough for me. "Small finds" may be self-referential - a neat albeit risky twist to an already decent poem. Throughout the book stanza lengths are far more regular than you'd expect, given the content and lack of regular sound/typographic effects.

Other reviews

  • Dave (accessibility and ease of communication are valuable and difficult skills; Kith, I think, argues that they are not an impediment to excellent poems)
  • Amy Wong
  • Jonathan Davidson (p.27)