This week’s Featured Poet is Rowena Knight

July 2nd, 2009

Rowena Knight has just finished her second year at Durham University, where she studies Classics and History and leads one half of the university’s Poetry Society. Her poems have been published in Pomegranate, Read This, Angelic Dynamo, Spark Bright and Rising magazine, and she has read her work in the Shuffle at the Covent Garden Poetry Café. Apart from writing, she likes drinking tea, listening to Tegan and Sara, and lazing about in green leafy places with friends.

Holes

In primary school I told the other kids
my dad left when I was baby
to move to a place where children were punished for wetting the bed
with baths grinning with ice cubes,
lit matches held to fingertips.
A place with no birthdays or Christmases
(that last one shocked them most).
I loved to tell my horror story, to draw the audience onto my palm
and grip them harder than any axe-wielding murderer
whispering Johnny, Johnny.

I made up the story with scraps of mother’s memory
scrounged from conversation. A patchwork quilt
full of holes, it would never be finished.
I sewed on an axe, for the day he put one through the television.
A bar of soap, like the one he used
to wash the bad words from my sisters’ mouths.
A saucepan, for the day my gran hit him over the head.

When I found out about the beatings the story fell apart,
the threads snapped like necks. I stopped telling the kids at school,
realised the horror story was far too true.
When offered a chance to meet him I said, no,
my fingers are too bloody from all this sewing,
I couldn’t even shake his hand.

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Normal service will be resumed… after this TiLT (#44)!

July 2nd, 2009

Just a quick one to let you know, ONS might be quiet for a little while.

I woke up this morning to the news that one of my good friends has had a poem accepted to a BIG journal — well done her! But questions came up about my own writing progress, and when I tried to answer them, I realised that I have only written four or five new poems in the past month, and I can’t remember the last time I submitted work anywhere!

Basically, I have been so immersed in other projects — I have a new RT Press book to put together, and two anthologies on the horizon; this collection needs kick-starting again; Read This has had its summer break and Issue 18 is calling my name. Add to that personal stuff like preparing for a PhD interview; applying for new teaching jobs; having my sister, Boy’s mam and my dear dear Polish tattoo artist friend come to stay in quick succession; going off on holiday; being made Residency and Education Director at the London Poetry Festival — and preparing to go there (more on this soon!); trying to get my head around doing five poetry gigs at Utter! in August (argh!)… AND keeping ONS updated? It’s all feeling a bit mad right now!

But fear not — I will still be here, just not as obviously. You might not get a daily dose of ONS for a while… perhaps every two days, though. Featured Poets are queueing up round the block but they need not worry — your work will still go up here as planned! And I hope to get things back to normal by the end of the summer. Summer is always a crazy time for me — apologies!

Please do carry on emailing your suggestions and poems and best regards, though! It might take me a while to respond but I always appreciate them!

Things I Love Thursday #44

Correspondence! Yesterday I dragged my sister across with me to empty my PO Box, something I haven’t done for a while, and it was calling to me! When I got there I found I had heaps and heaps of letters, postcards and parcels from all you lovely lot — thank you so much! Among the stuff was a stack of books donated for a ONS giveaway (coming soon — I am reading the book right now and enjoying the story immensely, so watch this space!), a great Scottish poetry pamphlet being launched this month (look out for a review soon!), and loads and loads of poems for my consideration and enjoyment. Thanks so much all of you! You rock!

The open road. So I haven’t had chance to tell you about my Lake District road trip last week! It was awesome. Boy decided we should get a rental (we both drive but his car — a 1970 Morris Minor — is on bricks in his dad’s garden, and I share a Ford Ka with my Mum who might as well drive for Britain, the amount of time she spends in it!), so we spent our week exploring the lesser-known corners of Lakeland and the Yorkshire Dales. My family have deep roots in Cumbria and Leon is Yorkshire through-and-though, so over the years we’ve learned the short cuts and little roads the tourist coaches and cycling tours thankfully don’t know about. The rare stretch of sunny weather was perfect — we waded in lakes, edged the car over hill-passes, trudged up fells, explored tiny bookshops and ate scones and courgette cake (from the Rowan Tree Cafe in Grasmere — the cake is actually green and gooey and looks terrible, but it’s delicious! And while you’re there, visit my aunty’s boutique, Mouse, which is next door!). However, the highlight of my week was driving out to Shap Village to try and find Sleddale Hall, also known as Crow Crag, the main location for the movie Withnail and I. I am a real silly fangirl about this movie, and have wanted to make the “pilgrimage” for a long time. The Hall was nearly sold recently (the sale later fell through) and I thought I’d missed my chance — when the sale fell through it felt like fate, it was now or never! So Boy took to the wheel and we negotiated some crazy, tiny roads — technically Water Board access roads and farm tracks, so not maintained since about 1950, it seemed! Eventually (after driving up the back of the Corus Steelworks, finding ourselves on the Wet Sleddale dam and encountering a gated road we couldn’t drive down) we struck out on foot and climbed the fell, dodging cows and bogs, to get to the house. It was all worth it when we got there… you can see my photos of our Crow Crag adventure (plus some other random shots) here!

This book on Edinburgh and the East Coast, which features a page written by me! Ages ago I was approached by the publisher and asked if I’d like to write a page on my favourite places in Edinburgh’s Old Town. I picked The Forest Cafe, Word Power Books and Wm Armstrong & Sons Vintage Clothing Emporium, among others! I’d really recommend grabbing a copy if you’re even thinking about coming to this neck of the woods. Just ignore the terrible picture of me, OK?

Honourable mentions: The amazing weather, of course // Freecycling. I am addicted to getting rid of things… though my flat never seems any emptier! // sweet emails from poets // getting involved with the London Poetry Festival again! // applying for jobs and getting interviews! // Twitter, as always // getting reams of paper delivered to my door… sad, but true, I love paper! // hearing all your favourite words — still heaps of time to enter the ONS Giveaway! // new records from The Plum Piano.

Tell me what you’ve been loving this week! & I promise I’ll be back soon!

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Poet’s Corner #7

July 1st, 2009

If you’ve been reading for any amount of time, you’ll know two things: one — I get sent a LOT of poems to read and give feedback on. Two — occasionally, I like to share some of these poems with you guys. Every so often I pick a selection and publish them here — they’re chosen at random, regardless of factors like the poet’s age, nationality, experience or ability… I just want to let you lot see some of what I see. Here’s the lastest installment — enjoy!

Workshop director of the GLBT NewTown Writers, Barry Frauman writes not only short poems, but verse narratives, including WEST-EAST, an American/Taiwanese gay male romance, and SONS OF NEW TOWN, celebrating the area of Chicago for which NewTown Writers is named. His current verse narrative in progress, is LIONHEART, on England’s gay crusader king.

From the Poet to Himself

I don’t care if you’re detained from steady writing,
versifying flying scraps of paper
thirty seconds at a time.
I don’t care if you go whoring six nights running
while ideas burn and lacerate your brain.
You will, the seventh day, sit down to write,
your struggling visions flowing into light.

Camille Kasavan is a 17 year old French-American writer, born and raised in New York City, who’s been writing prose (short stories for the most part) for a while and recently started writing poetry. She’s always been an avid reader, but has only recently started actively reading poetry — a friend introduced her to Bukowski, who she’s beginning to adore — some other writers she loves are Nabokov, Victor Hugo, Joyce and Neil Gaiman.

Temporary

I’ve changed in sleazy bathrooms
And rock worn hallways
And rooms so full of promise
I heard the shout of
Thousands of young hearts
Hoping to make their fortune.

I’ve changed in worn bedlams and
Loony bins until
The screams of the crazed
Drowned out the screams of
The dying, and all
That was left was the
Unimaginable pain
Of creation refusing to be born.

I’ve changed in the bright
Lights of the railway tracks while
The laughing dark returning
Hid the oncoming
Nakedness of fellow cries –
And I’ve changed in the
Yellow gloom of the
Darkening beaches.

Martin Roberts is a (soon to be) London based writer currently exploring as many mediums/genres as he can. He doesn’t want to do anything but write, so that is what he does. His writing takes influences from all over the place and humbly hands them back.

Little Rooms

Little rooms, always with little women,
Those littlest objects unlikely
To wander,
But paradise rests in their spaces
And bound up in little rooms,
The silliest of places.

There is in each the turning tide
That turns the sunset into pride
That falls, always,
And never wishes to go back,
For it was always alone
And on track.

Little rooms echo little voices,
Little women and little noises
Whispering, saying all kinds of things.
A voice from my words spoke back,
He said to me, “I am Henry”, and at least
I understood that.

Tiffany M Johnson has been writing poetry for as long as she can remember, and her dream is to someday “make it” as a writer. She has giant rubbermaid bins full of notebooks and loose papers that contain her writing, but has never really been published anywhere before, mostly just because she’s been too nervous to ever really submit anything! Tiffany is 23 years old and lives in western Pennsylvania, USA. Growing up surrounded by corn fields and Amish people, she has always had plenty of inspiration. She wrote this particular poem aged 16, having missed a week of high school due to illness. One day she got tired of looking at the same four walls while she stayed in bed so got up to write. This is what she wrote.

Nightmare

I lay here and face the ceiling
Watching the cracks grow like weeds
As my heart pounds rhythms
Native to the beats of islanders
On some mystical island in the middle
Of the seas
While
My skin crawls like fingertips tracing
Their way along the path of lost
Steps etched on some deep mountainside
Withstanding the force of wind
And
I toss and turn fighting my way
Through the jungle of blankets entwined
Around my legs binding them to the bed
Like snakes and vines that won’t let go
Although
I fight mightily and steadily using my
Brute strength as my only weapon I can’t
Be freed of this bondage
The cracks
On the ceiling get larger and larger and
Start to open up until I think I shall be
Swallowed whole in all of my entirety
So
I fight harder only to find myself wrapped
Even tighter in this hellish twist of vines
And snakes whilst my heart batters the wall
Of my chest with such force I am sure the natives
Can hear the beating
Because
I feel it in the way my skin starts to crawl no longer
Feeling like curious fingertips tracing a lost path
But of clawing fingernails clinging desperately
To some unseen threshold in the distance
Then
I fall and cannot stop myself not falling to below but to
Above and I find myself seeping into the holes left behind
By the cracks in the ceiling that grew like treacherous weeds
Needing to be pulled
Suddenly
I awaken and breathe a heavy breath from the very
Bottom of my lungs and exhale sharply so that I may
Feel the raspy burning in the deep hollow of my
Chest and realize as I notice I am on the floor
That a tangle of sheets and blankets are wrapped about
My legs and feet binding me to the bedpost until I can
Finagle my way free and climb my way into the kitchen
For a dose of my morning coffee.

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ONS Giveaway: Skin Deep!

June 30th, 2009

So I promised you another ONS giveaway, and since so many of you were disappointed about missing out on John Hegley’s book, I thought I’d up the ante. Read This Press is about to launch a brand new poetry pamphlet (I’m very excited!), and to celebrate, this one’s a RTP giveaway!

I have not one, not two, but FIVE copies of the first ever Read This Press anthology, Skin Deep, to give away. Skin Deep is a sweet, high-quality, handmade pamphlet of poems, all on the topic of tattoos and tattooing. It features work from tattoo expert Marisa DiMattia, prize-winning poets Kim Addonizio and Kevin Cadwallender, former ONS Featured Poets Juliet Wilson, Eric Hamilton, Christian Ward, Morganne Couch, Lucy Baker and William Soule, and a fantastic foreword by blogger and tattooed goddess Gala Darling. The print run was only 150, and I have only a very few copies left, so this could be your last chance to get a copy… it’s certainly your only chance to get one for free!

So if you want to get your hands on one of these five free copies, get yourself down to the comments box and tell me this: what are your favourite and least favourite words? I’ve already been asking people on Twitter and Facebook, with some interesting results! If you’ve already answered there, no worries — just pick a new word… or tell me again!

I’ll announce the winners on Friday 10th July, so you have a little time. By the way… if you already have a copy of Skin Deep and you’d like to try and win one of these as a gift, no worries — if you win, I’ll send your copy out to any address you specify.

Good luck!

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The Opposite of Cabbage Tour — stopping at One Night Stanzas!

June 29th, 2009

Rob A. Mackenzie is a Scottish poet currently living in Edinburgh, and The Opposite of Cabbage is his first full collection of poetry. Published at the same time as Andrew Philip’s The Ambulance Box — and by the same publisher, SaltThe Opposite of Cabbage is currently on tour, and today One Night Stanzas is receiving a visit!
Rob was born and brought up in Glasgow, studied law at Aberdeen University and then eventually switched to theology at the University of Edinburgh. He has lived in various places including Seoul and Turin, and now lives and works in Edinburgh, where he is very active in the local literary community. Rob organises the Poetry at the Great Grog reading series by night and works as a Church of Scotland minister by day. His pamphlet, The Clown of Natural Sorrow, was published by HappenStance Press in 2005, and The Opposite of Cabbage was released by Salt earlier this year. You can find out more about Rob by visiting his Salt author page or his blog, Surroundings — if you want to get your hands on The Opposite Of Cabbage, it’s available here, and on Amazon.

Hi Rob, welcome to One Night Stanzas. As you know, this blog is all about ‘getting started’ in the poetry world, so I’d like to ask how you got into writing poetry, if I may. Was there something specific that inspired you to begin writing, did it just begin of its own accord, or have you just always written poetry?

Thanks for the welcome, Claire. An English teacher set my class the task of writing a poem in ballad form and gave me a good mark for my effort, ‘The Cat and Mouse Ballad’. I still have it in a notebook I scrawled poems in over several years at school. It’s dated 21/10/77, which makes me 13, and begins:

She crept up on the tiny mouse
Behind a straggly rose.
She got so close the mouse turned round
And bashed her on the nose.

She had a most terrific shock.
She ran right up the stairs
And seeing the mouse was chasing her
Began to say her prayers…

I formed a band with school friends and wrote lyrics for, literally, hundreds of songs. Lyrics took over from writing poetry for many years, although I enjoyed reading it. The sounds and rhythms Ted Hughes and Gerard Manley Hopkins could achieve made a big impression on me at school. I wrote a few terrible Hopkins-esque sonnets in my late teens, so heavy with alliteration they were almost unreadable. When I returned to writing poetry in the late 1990s, I couldn’t understand why so much poetry I read in literary magazines was ‘chatty’ and lacked attention to sound and rhythm. I began to think writing poetry was easier than I had thought. It took me a while to realise that these poems lacked sonic and rhythmic dexterity because their authors clearly had tin ears. Even bad poetry can be enjoyable for a reader, but it’s not at all good for a budding writer. Poets like Wallace Stevens, Seamus Heaney, Edwin Morgan and Charles Simic helped me get back on track.

Before publishing The Opposite of Cabbage, you released a pamphlet, The Clown Of Natural Sorrow. I also put this to Andy Philip — it seems that nowadays, releasing a pamphlet prior to a first collection is an attractive choice for a lot of emerging poets. Do you think this is a good idea, based on your experience? How do you think The Clown of Natural Sorrow informed and influenced The Opposite of Cabbage — was it a natural progression or a great leap from chapbook to collection?

Releasing a pamphlet is a good move, but I’d caution people against doing so too early. The Clown was published by HappenStance Press and I wouldn’t have been considered if I hadn’t published poems in good magazines, so building a ‘track record’ of work. A strong pamphlet collection can help bring your work to the attention of readers, readings organisers, and even editors and publishers, but a premature one will do none of these things and may even be counter-productive. Also, being published by Happenstance gave me the invaluable chance to work with a good editor. Many self-published pamphlets I’ve read, even ones which show genuine promise, make me want to get out my red pen and edit the thing properly.

For me, there was a definite leap from pamphlet to book. I’m always looking to move on. I don’t like the idea of finding a style or niche and sticking with it. I want to stretch and challenge myself. There is less straight narrative in the book than in the pamphlet, more absurdity, although there are poems in The Clown which point in that general direction.

Sorlil recently commented that your poems don’t often make references to faith or the church — this struck her as interesting, given your “day job” as a Minister of the Church of Scotland. I’d like to ask about this too — do you find that being a poet helps you to do your job, and if so, how? Does it ever hinder you?

I do write poems about faith, although not many of them made the cut for the book. It’s a critical subject and very hard to get exactly right. Poetry operates as a tug-of-war. The poem is the rope and it’s being pulled this way and that by the competing possibilities the poet is considering while writing the poem. The poem might go one way or might go another. The poet’s job is often to maintain the tension for as long as possible. That’s why there are no great fundamentalist poets. They pull only on one side of the rope which, apart from anything else, isn’t much fun. Writing poetry is a creative way of questioning the world, God, and everything, and it helps me think through issues I might otherwise just mutter something bland or prosaic about. Although I often have an idea on what I want to say when I begin a poem, that tends to mutate in the process of writing.

So poetry helps me in my job by forcing me to think about things. It doesn’t hinder me. It would be more accurate to say that my job at times hinders my poetry because it saps a vast amount of creative time and energy. On the other hand, it has fed countless images and ideas into my poems.

You’ve becoming quite an influential figure in the Scottish poetry scene, setting up and organising ‘Poetry at the Great Grog/Jekyll and Hyde’, among other things. What were your reasons for starting this event? Do you think there was a ‘gap in the market’ for good poetry events in Scotland?

I have been thinking about this issue of power and influence in the poetry world recently. Power is partly to do with perception. Your question suggests that I am perceived by some people to have influence, but I would say that I have no influence whatsoever in the Scottish poetry scene. The most I can do for anyone is give (or not give) them a reading at the venue. That will have no influence on either their poetic output or ‘career’. *

I started the event because, at the time, there were hardly any slots for people to read in Edinburgh (the Shore Poets was about the only regular poetry event happening). That’s all changed in the last couple of years. I now question whether there’s a need (and a big enough audience) to maintain the ‘Poetry at the…’ event. I am pleased to have done it. The standard has been consistently high, some nights have been quite brilliant, but funds are low. I don’t want to stop it quite yet though.

You also have a widely-read blog over at Surroundings, and I know you’re very pro-blogging in general. Why is this? Is it a good idea for writers to have their own blogs?

There are millions of blogs. It makes sense that only a small number are any good. That’s the same with anything from blogs to newspaper articles. Blogs offer an opportunity for writers to write about subjects that publication editors wouldn’t consider sufficiently contemporary or commercial. Bloggers can highlight poetry books and pamphlets that newspapers currently ignore and review books with a detail most newspapers wouldn’t appreciate, given that their audience is a general readership. And bloggers can write any old nonsense they want and no one can stop them – sometimes, that’s a great feeling.

A blog is a double-edged tool for writers. Some people view it as too much of an effort at self-publicity. It takes time and creativity, which might have been used for… I dunno… knitting a woolly jumper or learning the names of every star off by heart. As for bloggers with nothing much to say, enough said… But a well-written, interesting blog can build a loyal readership over time and can put the writer in touch with interesting creative people all over the world.

It’s just a phase though. My blog is a time-bomb. One day, not long into the future, it will explode and will be no more. People might swear they’ll miss a blog if it stops, but they won’t really.

Finally, I was wondering if we could talk a little bit about your two publishers — Happenstance, who published The Clown of Natural Sorrow, and Salt, who published The Opposite of Cabbage. What attracted you to these publishers, and what did they bring to the publishing process — and indeed to the books?

I had lived in Turin, Italy, for about five years and came to live in Edinburgh in 2005, a city where I knew no one, certainly no one in the poetry world. I heard about the launch of a new pamphlet press, HappenStance, in the Scottish Poetry Library and decided to go along. I didn’t expect much. In fact, I feared the worst. Instead, Helena Nelson and Andrew Philip were raising the bar for new Scottish poetry. I bought the pamphlets and really liked them. The poems were of obvious quality and the pamphlets were well produced. I really wanted to be a part of it and, a few months later, submitted a batch of poems. I was fully convinced that it would be returned a few months later with a typed rejection slip, but it came back a few days later as an acceptance. Helena Nelson turned out to be a superb editor, which was, in itself, an eye-opener for me.

The first Salt book I read was Tamar Yoseloff’s ‘Fetch’, which was excellent, and I then read several others. I didn’t have a manuscript to submit at that stage, but Salt were publishing so much poetry I liked that they were always on my radar. About a year later, when I did have a fledgling collection-to-be, Andrew Philip and I exchanged manuscripts and discussed submission possibilities. Salt were always one of our top choices. They were publishing poetry I liked, their cover designs were great, they weren’t in thrall to dominant trends, and they were (at the time) open to submissions from new authors. My book had been well edited due to manuscript exchanges with a few poets and though fierce comments by my friend and poet, AB Jackson, who is as tough a critic as anyone out there. Chris at Salt didn’t really have any editing work to do after that, but his cover design and the quality of the end product was first rate. Chris and Jen are always looking for new ways to get their publications into the public eye and they work tirelessly. In HappenStance and Salt, I have been lucky to work with two excellent publishers.

[*An afterthought from Claire re: the "influence" of the 'Poetry at the...' series -- I think Rob's doing himself down here. My own reading at the Great Grog was incredibly helpful to me in several ways -- I met heaps of people from the local poetry community, was invited to submit work to two large journals and got loads of new RT readers on board! So actually I think the "influence" of the 'Poetry at the...' readings is quite something -- whether Rob wants to take personal credit for it or not!]

Thanks for bringing your blog tour to ONS, Rob! I know the book has been a great success already — long may it continue!

Got a book to promote, an event to plug, or do you just want to write a guest-post for this blog? Just drop me a line to claire@onenightstanzas.com!

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Procrastination Station #43

June 28th, 2009

Sorry it’s late!! I’ve been on holiday and away from my trusty Google Reader (800+ messages waiting for me when I returned… after four days! Not to mention 1000 emails…) But this is a big one, to make up for it!

Michael Marks Pamphlet Award winner // Twitteraturecan YOU write it? // Literary threesomes!! // Poem of the week // The pain of publicity // The Hughes/Plath effect… // Fantasy readers are people too! // Why you should read Burroughs

Brand new bracelets in the RT Store — don’t miss them!

I absolutely love Classic Literature Reimagined

Andy P on poetry sales…

A cool writing exercise from Rachel McKibbens

Found online this week: I love this new piece from former Featured Poet McGuire // Phillipa’s been visiting some literary blue plaques… // A poetic miscellany from former FP Juliet // new poems from reader Lindis, and former Featured Poets Eric Hamilton, Ryan Lamon, Morganne Couch and William Soule // a great new poetry blog run by a young Kenyan poet // reader Annie responded to my What’s In A Poet’s Bag? post // Andy gave me a mention // so did recent FP John Ecko // so did the lovely and talented Lewis Young! Thanks guys. //

I recently became addicted to Rock’n'Roll Bride — some favourites here and here!

I also loved — and really appreciated — this article on starting out as a runner.

The trouble with young people today? Words printed on the ass of your jeans! So true!

Octopi!

Cassandra makes passes at girls who wear glasses!

More cuteness from Rare Bird Finds

Weird: find-a-note on Flickr

& finally… love this — creepy and well done!

Hope you had a great weekend, all!

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a handful of stones needs YOU!

June 27th, 2009

I meant to blog about this last week, but things got on top of me and I jollied off on holiday without having done it. But I am back with a cleared-out brain so here goes: your poems are needed, right here right now!

A few days ago, the lovely Fiona Robyn emailed me to say that she’s currently on the lookout for fresh submissions to her blogzine, a handful of stones. handful aims to showcase short works — poems that, like smoothed river-pebbles, are small and neatly rounded but which also have some weight. Fiona advocates writing at least one small stone every day, and posts her own at a small stone. She also posts other people’s small stones at handful, and that’s where you come in.

Do you write short poems? Do you ever come up with great lines that seem to sit beautifully on their own, without needing to be put into a bigger stanza or series? Are you a master of haiku? Do you just fancy having a go at writing your own small stones? If so, Fiona wants to hear from you. Send your little pile of pebbles (no more than five at a time) over to fiona@fionarobyn.com — for more info, you can see Fiona’s own guidelines here, or my write-up of the blogzine here. I follow handful every single day — there’s always something short, sweet and though-provoking there. Good company to be in!

If I see a ONS regular at handful, I usually give them a shout here, too — another reason to submit! Good luck!

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Featured Poet Christian Ward interviewed.

June 27th, 2009

Tell us about your poems.
I’ve never been asked what my style is, so I’ll give this question my best shot. I’d like to think that what I write is fun to read, image-driven and dare I say, imaginative?
I write about a lot of things – experiences, people, and observations. I’ve tried to stick with what I know, placing them in a world people are familiar with.
I don’t like pretentiousness and especially hate it in writing. It’s something I always aim to avoid in my poems. Whilst there is nothing wrong with mentioning obscure artist x or reference y, if it only serves to demonstrate the size of your ego or show how pompous you are, there should be no point in including it, in my opinion.
Poetry should be inclusive not exclusive.

How long have you been writing?
I know this might sound clichéd, but I started writing as a child. I remember being given an oversized version of Robinson Crusoe, which I enjoyed a lot, and wanted to write the same kind of stories when I grew up. I was a bit of a daydreamer and would be in imagination land half the time.
I stopped when I started secondary school – I was going through a lot of issues at the time – and for some reason or the other, didn’t start writing again until I was 24 and at university. I’ve been writing ever since.

Do you have any publications to your name? What’s the next stage for your work?
I’ve been published in journals such as Iota, Other Poetry, The Warwick Review, Envoi, Obsessed with Pipework, Poetry Wales and Diagram.
I’d like to eventually get a collection published. I’ve published a few pamphlets of poetry and this is the next step up.

What do you think is your biggest poetic achievement to date?
Knowing that I can do this poetry thing

What’s the best thing about writing poetry? And the worst?
The best thing about writing poetry, for me, is that it enables anyone to leave their mark on the world. No Nobel Prize needed. It can touch someone, make them laugh or cry, stay with them until the end. Anyone can do this, which makes poetry one of the most wonderful and powerful things ever to have been created.
The downside is that it’s easy to get hooked. Once you’re in, poetry won’t let go.

Got any suggestions for young, upcoming poets?
Firstly, be yourself. Write about what interests you and don’t let anybody tell you otherwise. Your voice is your own and only you will write that way.
Secondly, take it slow. Hold your tongue whenever you read that ‘poet x who is only 21, won an Eric Gregory award, has been published in x, y, z and will have their debut collection out in September’. You will get there in the end. Writing is a journey not a marathon. Take your time developing your skills; you will emerge stronger as a result.
Above all, have fun. Read, explore and enjoy poetry.

Who/what influences your poetry?
I’m a big fan of Elizabeth Bishop and would say she’s been an enormous influence. Her eye for detail is something I’ve always appreciated and have tried to incorporate in my own work.
Aside from her, poets such as Tobias Hill and Charles Simic. Recently, I’ve grown fond of some of the younger poets that have emerged, such as Jack Underwood.

Floods

The streets flood
with our childhood dreams.

Puddles blend into
astronauts, paving slabs, firemen.
Artists wash the pavements
in a sea of colour.

Our adult selves, thin as spindles,
watch from behind netted curtains,

holding each other as the houses
slowly move towards an ocean
of someone else’s making, bodies
quivering like fish desperate for water.

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More from Featured Poet Christian Ward

June 26th, 2009

Another poem from this week’s Featured Poet Christian Ward. Watch this space for his interview!

James Joyce at the Brighton Gloucester

He did not use chat-up lines like if you’re going to regret
this in the morning, we can sleep until the afternoon

or your body’s name must be Visa, because it’s everywhere
I want to be
on the emo girl at alternative night, choosing

instead to make her his mermaid, replace her heart
with an apple and letting her swim in his saltwater

until she cried yes I said yes I will yes I said yes I will

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This week’s Featured Poet is Christian Ward

June 25th, 2009

Christian Ward is a 28 year old London based writer and translator. His poetry and book reviews have appeared in US and UK journals such as Read This Magazine, Iota, Other Poetry, The Warwick Review, Poetry Salzburg Review, The Kenyon Review, Diagram and Rattle.
His translations of poetry by Edith Södergran, Antun Branko Simic and Charles Baudelaire have appeared in Elimae, Gloom Cupboard and Loch Raven Review.
He is currently translating the Mexican poets Amado Nervo and Ramón López Velarde.

Plath’s Kitchen

Months before she committed
suicide, Plath dreamt of being
absorbed into the kitchen. Her
landlocked tongue, a dishcloth.
Out of lungs and kidneys, pans
and plates. Skin was reworked
into linoleum. Eyes, bloodshot
from watching night’s flipbook
were turned into knives. Her words
became oven’s gas, actors in rehearsal.

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