The Telephone

‘…my telephone is my joy. It tells me I am in the world and wanted’
– Edward Field, source: Poetry Foundation

We are addicted to our phones, you don’t need me to tell you that. Our phones allow extensive access to everything and everyone. I believe there is still pleasure to be gained from receiving a call (and I mean a call, not a text, not a whatsapp, not a snapchat) from someone we care about.  But I have never thought anything good comes from a phone call made in the middle of the night. Everything about the Grenfell Tower tragedy is harrowing. The news that some of the telephone calls from trapped residents lasted more than an hour has haunted me, as has the knowledge that people made ‘last calls’ to the people they loved. However distressing, it made me recognise that need to hear, and be heard, ‘hungry…for the human voice’ (Edward Field again). I felt angry and ashamed that people have been allowed to live in such inadequate, dangerous housing. With so many people still missing, the grieving process is involved and complex. I know my ‘reach’ out there is slight, but I wanted to post details of a charity that can offer help and support – and is available at the end of a phone. Whether affected directly by the tragedy, or if that terrible night triggered difficult memories, The Child Death Helpline is there help to anyone affected by the death of a child ‘whether they are parents, grandparents, siblings, family members, friends or involved professionals’.

Their confidential helpline is open every day of the year.

Monday to Friday 10am to 1pm

Tuesdays 1pm to 4pm

Wednesdays 1pm to 4pm

Every evening 7pm to 10pm

Freephone on 0800 282 986 or 0808 800 6019 if calling from a mobile.

The Child Death Helpline is staffed by volunteers, all of them trained, supervised and supported by professional teams within Great Ormond Street Hospital for Children NHS Trust and the Alder Hey Children’s NHS Foundation Trust. All volunteers are bereaved parents – offering that much needed connection when you are grieving, isolated and scared.  I knew one volunteer personally, in Liverpool. A Health Visitor with her own difficult story, she was dedicated to her day job – providing unerring support to me when I needed it – but was also able to give her time to the helpline. She was a good soul. She was a human voice.

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Stealing Stories

I will write more soon, about various poetry projects in progress, but wanted to update on courses I am teaching locally, in East Anglia.  Details here of a new one, at a great venue in Colchester, starting July 1st.  Seven places remaining….

“STEALING STORIES: A short creative writing course, exploring narrative and poetry.”

The aim of this course will be to seek out the stories that come from within us, or stories we glean from others. We will explore ‘other voices’ and look at how to use these voices in your writing, paying attention to poetic language, character, narrative – pushing the creative boundaries of truth and lies. Designed to liberate the imagination using a wide variety of stimuli, and an opportunity to work in a small, attentive group, we will focus on how to entwine tales with poetry and turn them into unique pieces of creative work.

Location: The Tree Room, 12 Trinity Street, Colchester, CO1 1JN.
Time: Doors open 2pm, for refreshments. Prompt start: 2.30 – 4.30pm.
Dates: Saturday 1 July, 15 July, 29 July.
Cost: £85
Number of places: 10

If you would like to book a place, please email Rebecca for a registration form on: gosspoems@hotmail.co.uk

Writing Poetry – a new course taught by Rebecca Goss

I’m lucky enough to live in village with a library. Since moving to Hadleigh in 2013, my daughter and I have spent lots of time there. The library offers many services, including family art and craft days on a Sunday, cinema experiences, a well-organised Summer Reading Challenge and events with local authors. I’ve been thinking for a while about how I could use the space, and offer something to the surrounding community.

I have taught creative writing at all levels, in a variety of settings, at universities, schools, literary festivals, as well as working with bigger organisations such as The Arvon Foundation. I meet people from all across the country who want to write, and I enjoy that very much. I’m discovering that Suffolk is home to thriving creative communities. I have been to many literary events and have been welcomed by several creative organisations since moving back to East Anglia. I’ve also met lots of people who write poetry.

In 2017, I will tutor a poetry writing course at my local library in Hadleigh, Suffolk. Beginning on January 18th, it will run every Wednesday evening, for ten weeks, ending on March 29th.  Aimed at intermediate level, I would like to keep the numbers small, with ten writers, so we can work closely as a group. If enough people are interested, I’m looking forward to establishing a weekly slot for writers, where new work can be created, shared and encouraged.

I will be spreading the word locally, but if you know of anyone who may be interested in the region, do pass this information on, thank you. More details about my teaching experience can be found here. More information about the course can be found below.

Writing Poetry – a new course, with tutor Rebecca Goss

Do you write poetry? Would you like to write and work in a positive, constructive atmosphere, enabling you to develop your poetry writing skills? This 10-week course, run by award-winning poet Rebecca Goss, is an opportunity to see your poetry writing progress.

The course will provide:

  • stimulating writing workshops designed to create new work
  • concentrated time for writing
  • development of editing and drafting techniques
  • a chance to explore and learn from the work of contemporary writers
  • the opportunity to share work with others, helping to develop your critical skills
  • regular feedback on your work
  • information and discussion of the contemporary poetry scene and routes into publication

Dates: January 18th 2017 – March 29th 2017 (no class Feb 15th)

Time: Wednesdays 6.30-9.00pm

Location: Hadleigh Library, 29 High Street, Hadleigh, Suffolk, IP7 5SD.

Cost: £375.00  For registration/more info please contact gosspoems@hotmail.co.uk

About the tutor: Rebecca Goss’s first collection The Anatomy of Structures was published by Flambard Press in 2010. Her second collection, Her Birth (Carcanet/Northern House), was shortlisted for The 2013 Forward Prize for Best CollectionThe Warwick Prize for Writing 2015 and The Portico Prize for Literature 2015.  It was winner of the Poetry Category in The 2013 East Anglian Book Awards. In 2014 Rebecca was selected for The Poetry Book Society’s Next Generation Poets.

August

July ends with my daughter’s birthday, but early August stores the anniversary of Ella’s death and my birthday – a day apart.  Since my second child, Molly, was born her July birthday has been clouded by the dates that loom ahead of it.  I don’t function well.  I don’t plan her birthday well either.  I put off buying presents.  I never know what to get her. I panic buy, with 24 hours to go.  I try to organise parties on neutral ground – at the beach say, with Molly’s school friends, their mums, my extended family – at a time when I don’t really feel like seeing anyone. I don’t like milestones or markings of time.  The reasons why are both obvious and complex. But none of them is Molly’s fault. This summer I was determined to get her birthday right: a few friends, a sunny garden, a bag of streamers, a bag of balloons. It took place a week before her birthday. It made such a difference not to tangle her day with my unhappy calendar.  It was only two hours, with some cake decorating, some dancing, some games but Molly loved it, and so did I. The fact that I achieved that for her may not sound a very big deal to you, but it was a very big deal to me.

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The month improved too, when I received an Authors’ Foundation grant from The Society of Authors. The Roger Deakin award to be exact, which means a huge amount to me now I’m a Suffolk  girl again. The grant was for a collection of poems I am about to start – about rural Suffolk lives.  Something I’ve been thinking about since returning to live in the county, and a lot to do with my husband’s new life as a furniture maker.  Through him – and through the restoration of our very old house, we’ve met a great deal of skilled people who work with their hands and I want to write poems about them.  I want to write about the interesting, unique existences that are tucked away in this bucolic place. You can follow the project as it progresses on Instagram. It’s a complete change from my next collection, which is now finished but being edited.  You can read about it, and a poem from it, in my recent interview for Poetry Spotlight.

I’m well and truly over pleurisy now, but it was good to air the poems I’ve written about the experience at UCLs Pain conference earlier this year. Such a fascinating two days, where I was lucky enough to meet Joanna Bourke, Rita Charon, Sharon Morris.  A batch of the pleurisy poems are forthcoming in Stand next year.  I’ve been writing articles/reviews for magazines. I reviewed Wendy French’s bold and brave collection Thinks Itself a Hawk for the medical humanities site BMJ Blogs. I wrote about Simon Armitage’s new translation of Pearl for The Lancet – and looked at the issue of fathers and bereavement. You can read the piece for free upon registration. And I’m delighted to be included in a commissioned series of short essays addressing ‘poetry in our secular world’ for Agenda, coming soon.

I’ll be mentoring the poet Victoria Kennefick over the next six months, as she works towards completing a full-length collection.  I’m thrilled to be working with such an exciting new voice.  We met on Twitter – where she is knowledgable, engaging and generous. I recommend you follow her.  I especially like working closely with writers, on a one-to-one basis. If you are looking for a mentor, take a look at my teaching page, and do get in touch.

It’s not like me to do these kinds of posts – a summary of what’s been happening in my poetry life.  Makes a change from the personal life I have shared so much of.  I’m trying to shed the maudlin tone, believe me, but I will end with the biggest change this year – the death of my dog. A ‘rescue’ one year old, we had him for twelve years.  He got a mention in Her Birth a few times, and even made a screen debut in an online poetry project a few years back.  Don’t worry, I’m not going to start writing poems about his demise, but life is very different without him.IMG_20150320_111747

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pain

Pain is not a word I would use in a poem. It’s not specific enough. It’s not precise. But two months on from a bout of pleurisy, that left me feeling wretched and bewildered, I want to write about pain.

While I was ill, all I could think about was the hurt, as it moved around my upper body. To steal Jo Shapcott’s word, I was shocked by pain’s ‘mutability’. Pleuritic pain doesn’t stay in one place. It sneaks around your back and shoulders and chest. Some days you can’t walk properly, your frame crippled by a cough. Some days you can’t breathe calmly, because there’s something skulking in your ribcage, with a knife. It’s the closest I’ve come to feeling anything remotely hallucinatory, so intense was its burn.

Having never been ill before, the only pain I’ve really experienced is the pain of childbirth. But that was entirely different. It was quick and purposeful. This pain was explicitly unkind. I spent a lot of time in my sick bed, mentally trying to articulate what I was feeling.  I convinced myself I was onto something. Where was the language for pain? Of course, a quick Google later, and I discovered this to be a well-mined subject, but it made for some interesting reading.  My favourite quote came from American essayist and academic Elaine Scarry saying that “physical pain does not simply resist language but actively destroys it”. Nothing has ever made more sense to me. But there was no way I was going through all that agony and not writing a poem about it.

The only thing I enjoyed about any of this, was the challenge of writing poems about pleurisy. All my work tries to avoid sentimentality, but with pain, it could be easy to slip into cliché. Trying to be original and believable made me really think about the words I was choosing.  Our similes for pain can be so heightened and ‘unreal’. It’s only in the past week that I haven’t woken up and not bored my husband by (yet again) stating that I felt like I inhabited the body of a ninety-year old woman. But I don’t really know what it feels like to be a ninety-year old woman. The challenge for me, came from wanting to remain ‘true’ to the experience. Or maybe I just wanted to eschew self-pity, and ask you to believe me that it really did hurt.

So my new collection, almost done, will contain a few pleurisy poems. Here’s one of them. Not quite finished.  And it still doesn’t nail the pain I felt.  As I said at a recent reading (managed the twenty minutes without coughing, thank God), I actually think the best poem would begin: ‘It’s like being in labour for thirty days, but with the baby trying to get out of your ribs……’  That’s believable for some, surely.

Pleurisy

At its most acute,
she pictured an orb,

phosphorescent,
in its snare of rib.

It eased to the pressure
of a handstand,

executed
by someone fully grown

on her chest,
and every cough

discharged small bombs
across her back.

In her most breathless
state, there was a tree –

cankerous and scratching,
malevolent in its reach

around her frame.
She wanted it uprooted,

hauled outside her body,
just to pick off the lungs

snagged amongst branches.

Poetry & Communication in the Medical World

‘In the din of medicine, what are the voices of our patients, what are our voices, that they become so hard to hear?’ (1)

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Last week I spent a truly enlightening day at Manchester University’s Medical School. I was there to contribute to a day of seminars on the topic of Significant Illness, run by Dr. Sarah Collins. Brilliant and inspiring, Sarah is course director for the MSc Medical Humanities and Senior Lecturer in Communication. Students come to Significant Illness sessions to hear former/current patients talk about their experiences of living with a ‘significant illness’. Two women came to speak about being diagnosed and treated for cancer. I was there to discuss patient/carer/doctor dialogue and palliative care, but also, as the first poet to visit the centre, to run poetry workshops exploring poems about the body.

The day was all about communication. It was set in the Consultation Skills Learning Centre, where Sarah teaches Clinical Communication. She aims to encourage a relaxed and informal atmosphere. There was lots of food and drink provided, to sustain us throughout the day, and we needed it. The talks are frank and can be distressing, but Sarah provided a safe place for everyone, including the students, to talk openly about their views. We started with a discussion in small groups about what ‘palliative’ means. I admitted to the students that I have always interpreted ‘palliative’ as a hopeless word. Its connotations for me are negative and desperate. The medical students however, saw its meaning change, and adopt different levels of significance depending upon the age of the patient. If the word was attributed to a child, they understood my interpretation, but when applied to an elderly person, then the word became more positive. ‘Palliative’ became about making people ‘comfortable’, about enhancing the quality of a life, however limited, not a failure to save one.

In workshops that followed we discussed poems about diagnosis by Raymond Carver, Sharon Olds, Jon Glover. I had to remind myself I was not working with creative writing students, so acute was their understanding of the texts, so engaged were their responses.

One thing that really struck me is how much I assumed the students inherently understood the patient experience.  I was surprised how much they welcomed not only the poems but also Debbie’s story, about her diagnosis and treatment for breast cancer. I began to realise she was telling them something ‘new’, when she explained the impact of diagnosis, on her and her husband. I expected a medical student to already appreciate the range of emotional reactions, or to foresee what oncologist Samir Guglani, Director of Medicine Unboxed has described as the ‘charged world of the medical encounter’ (2) This is not a negative observation.  I’m beginning to understand, that just because it’s happened a lot in my family, not everyone has experienced ‘death’ and ‘dying’.  For some medics, the world of hospitals may be their first encounter with serious illness and bereavement.

Poet and editor Jon Glover, has written about living with Multiple Sclerosis in his collection Magnetic Resource Imaging. He and I have talked about the ‘alien world’ of the hospital, and people’s behaviour within it.

He says: ‘I am always amazed that they (medics) can seem interested, calm, helpful, sympathetic, gracious when they have just said something that changes one’s life. And they have said it to five people that morning and five more that afternoon, no doubt. And then they go home to tea.’

The poems led to an interesting discussion about how to communicate ‘bad news’. How acceptable is it for doctors to reveal their ‘human’ side? With that come questions of vulnerability, professionalism and respect. In a telephone call with Samir Guglani, I told him about the consultant who came to see my husband and I within an hour of our daughter’s death. She had been part of the team trying to save her, or rather prolong the little life Ella had left, at what was a very traumatic time in intensive care. Whilst talking to us, she began to cry, but abruptly stopped herself. She said she was being unprofessional. I wanted her to cry. We had looked to doctors all through Ella’s life for advice and help and knowledge. For them to cry, surely that would prove to my husband and I, that what had happened was terrible? We shouldn’t have to accept it. I felt cross that she chose to censor her response. When explaining this to Samir, he asked me to consider what right did she have, to intrude on our grief in that way? Could it be be detrimental if she was to place her own sadness upon us?

On sharing this with the students, they agreed that ‘getting it right’ was challenging in the complex world of communication within hospitals.  They were keen to overcome it, find an answer. In the end, we decided that time was an important factor. Although time is the most difficult thing to claim more of, we agreed it was needed for initial reactions to be understood, not misunderstood, between doctor and patient. Time spent in a room with a clinician is almost suspended in some way, it doesn’t feel real, especially at that moment of explaining bad news. There is almost a freezing of time, when the patients’ senses become extremely heightened. Glover’s poem ‘Back to the Diagnosis’ ends with him leaving the room, after an appointment with his consultant, and going ‘out to the corridor/and the waiting room and the files and the right time.’

After a writing workshop in the afternoon, where students read poems about all kinds of bodies by Jo Shapcott, Jean Sprackland, Neil Rollinson and Clare Best, they then began to write their own ‘body poems’. The day ended with a reading from Her Birth. I read to medical students and clinicians, writers and writing students from the city, actors who are ‘simulated patients’ at the hospital, as well as music and art therapists from hospitals in Manchester.  The setting was the most unusual I’ve read in so far: mock consultation rooms, where the students learn and practice. Nothing like a full-size skeleton as backdrop.

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The students seemed keen for more days like this, where they are given the opportunity to learn from ‘the voices of our patients’ and express themselves creatively.  I spent the day with intelligent young people, who absorb a vast amount of knowledge daily.  They learn intensely, but many of them miss literature. There is ‘no time’ for it in their studies and yet they feel they could learn so much from it. It was wonderful to see the students responding so vibrantly to the poems they read and heard that day.  I am very grateful to Sarah for inviting me to the centre, and for letting me devise workshops for the day. It was a day of learning for everyone involved, myself included and it felt so positive to be using poetry in this way.  It was a privilege to spend time with the students. I will leave you with some of their revealing thoughts about the day.

“As a former literature and languages student, it was really refreshing to dip back into that world an indeed learn more about the bridge between art and medicine. I feel that my arts degree has truly enriched my view of our world and of people and of ‘the human condition’ – and as such has added so much to my study of medicine – coming to the reading has enabled me to reconnect with this.” (Olivia George, Year 2 Medical Student)

“It was really nice to have something involving literature as this is an interest of mine that it is hard to explore while doing a medical degree.” (Sam Button, Year 2 Medical student)

“I believe that introducing the power of poetry into medical education can make a difference in the way medical students approach their patients….Coming to the session really helped me consider how we as medical professionals can make a difference to families affected by bereavement – empathy is fundamental for healthcare workers and this form of poetry really helped me revisit its importance. The role of poetry is hugely underestimated in medicine and medical communication – needs to be promoted and encouraged!” (Sargam Vohra, Year 3 medical student)

“I really enjoyed attending the workshop. It was very comforting to listen to poetry about medical conditions. Being a medic means I think about medicine for a long time, so it can sometimes get overwhelming. But looking at medicine through poetry is healing and restoring. I think poetry gives medicine a more humane perspective. The workshop gave me an opportunity to think deeply and philosophically. I would love to attend more workshops like this.” (Zarat Queen, year 2 medical student)

“An interesting session……relevant to our studies but also cathartic and helpful personally. A useful reminder of why we are going into medicine! Something different, enriching our experience of the course.” (Bethany Butcher, Year 2 medical student)

“We were taken through a whirlwind tour of real patient experiences of hospital life and treatment at the same time as considering the ethical, emotional and philosophical aspects to debilitating illness, death and bereavement. As well as being fantastically enjoyable throughout, it was a brilliant way to introduce second year students to the lay person views and the importance and significance of understanding death and the roller-coaster ride involved for patients.” (Matthew May, 5th year medical student)

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Dr Sarah Collins and I during the post-reading Q&A

Dr Sarah Collins and I during the post-reading Q&A

Notes:  Quotes (1) & (2) from ‘The Art Of Medicine: Medicine’s Human Voices’ by Samir Guglani, The Lancet, Vol 384, Sept, 2014

On reading Karen McCarthy Woolf

This is not a review. This is a short piece about spending eight hours on trains last week, getting to and from a reading, and having uninterrupted time to open several neglected books, including Karen McCarthy Woolf’s An Aviary of Small Birds.

The collection, about the poet’s stillborn son, is something I have been keen to read. For obvious reasons, some may say, and yes I was deeply curious to see how another poet and mother writes about the death of a child. By the sixth poem, and the ‘tiny white vests, unworn’ I was crying so much I had to put the book back in my bag. I was surprised to be upset. That may sound naive but I’ve got used to keeping myself together for Her Birth readings. I thought I could cope with the subject matter. Talking to poet Martin Figura once, about his performance of Whistle – a mesmerising, autobiographical piece about the death of his mother, we both agreed that keeping a boundary between how we felt about our experiences and what we revealed to the audience was essential. It would be detrimental for the audience to see us upset. He did make me laugh when he said, ‘Nobody wants to see that Rebecca.’ True.

But this time, reading An Aviary of Small Birds, I was in the audience. I did finish the book, later, at home, and at the end of it, I was thinking about the poet’s dead baby, not mine. I was immersed in McCarthy Woolf’s acute, sensory images. I was immersed in all the beauty she has been able to create. I was immersed in the water ‘…because it is a comfort,/this return to water, to the stream, to the earth;//the mindless torrent of the brook,’ (from ‘Hawk’).  It made me think of Robert Peake’s moving, elegiac pamphlet The Silence Teacher with its many watery images and scenes. I mentioned the connection between water and bereavement to Robert. ‘I suppose grief is fluid somehow’, was his response. The fluidity of McCarthy Woolf’s book carries us through her experience. Rivers ‘press, insinuate, overwhelm, insist, endure,’ and we are passengers, sometimes clinging to the sides, sometimes peering over the edge to look more closely.  There were harrowing parts:

‘Under Other requests or concerns:
hands, feet, face, hair – all must be left intact.
Brain restored to head, skin
stitched neatly and correctly.’

(from ‘The Paperwork’)

Harrowing yes, but it felt right to read them, because such experiences need to be exposed and discovered if we are to understand ‘difficult’ things. McCarthy Woolf’s poems have made me understand more about this very particular grief and its impact. There was a lot I could relate to, obviously, but the experience was so uniquely hers, the poems became illuminating. I may not have gained comfort from reading An Aviary of Small Birds, but what I did glean from its pages was knowledge.

 

Karen McCarthy Woolf will be appearing at The 2014 Aldeburgh Poetry Festival this weekend.

Next Generation Poets – 1994, 2004 and now

My daughter started school last week. Only just four, and looking far too tiny in her blue pinafore uniform, she has skipped in quite happily every day so far. A relief. Then the news was announced that I had been selected for the Poetry Book Society’s Next Generation 2014 promotion, meaning September has been slightly more eventful than planned.  I am fully aware of the Next Generation backlash on social media, only because I have read the considered blog posts by Helen Mort, Melissa-Lee Houghton and Andrew Oldham, but I have not read a single word of the unpleasant comments myself.  There’s a lot to be said for not being on Facebook.  The Poetry Book Society (PBS) was keen for us to blog about the announcement.  Part of me wants to keep my head down because I know it’s been horrible out there, but at the same time, I don’t want to pretend it hasn’t happened.  I’m really pleased to be on this list.  The Poetry Book Society has launched a Next Generation website. Like all the poets on the list, I’m interviewed and read a few poems.  But as Helen Mort recently mentioned on her blog, the site is worth visiting, just to hear Ian McMillan’s comments on all the poets’ work. They really are heartening poetry moments: I defy you not to beam when you hear what he has to say about the work of Luke Kennard and Tara Bergin. When considering what to write as a ‘response’ to my Next Generation news, I kept thinking about the poets who were included in the previous generations.  I remember keeping the Sunday supplement issue with its picture of the 2004 NG line-up in my pile of poetry cuttings for years. I am fortunate enough to know two poets from previous generations:  Pauline Stainer and Catherine Smith. I thought it might be interesting to ask them a few questions about being a New and Next Generation poet respectively – and ask them what life is like, on a list.

Catherine Smith was selected for the Next Generation promotion in 2004.  She writes poetry, fiction and radio drama, and teaches for the Arvon Foundation, The Poetry School, The Creative Writing Programme in Brighton and Varndean 6th Form College, Brighton. She was chosen as one of Mslexia’s ‘Top Ten Women Poets’ list in 2004 and the ‘Next Generation’ promotion of the same year. Two of her poetry collections have been short-listed for Forward prizes. Three of her short stories were adapted for a Live Literature performance,  Weight, which was performed in Reading, Brighton and Lewes. Her current project is  ‘The New Cockaigne’, a pamphlet-length satirical, supernatural poem imagining the declaration of a surreal revolution and its aftermath, which will be published by Frogmore Press and adapted as Live Literature in collaboration with Mark Hewitt (at www.leweslivelit.co.uk)   She is also working on a fiction project.  Website  www.catherinesmithwriter.co.uk

Catherine and I met this summer, at Latitude festival.  Reading at a festival was a whole new ball game for me, and I was nervous.  Catherine was a warm, welcome presence back stage, instantly putting me at my ease, showing me the ropes and making me laugh.  I got to hear her read for the first time too, which was a treat.

1. So here we are, both in receipt of the same ‘accolade’, albeit a decade apart. It’s very exciting, but the first thing I want to ask you is how did you cope? Does that make sense? Why is that do you think? 
I was completely surprised to be on the list. No doubt many people say that, but in my case – I was with a well-thought of but small publisher, I certainly wasn’t well known – I was not as interested in the promotion as many people, hadn’t thought much about it as I assumed it wouldn’t affect me in any way.  I was excited, but a bit nervous. I wasn’t sure what it would mean. Opinions from poet friends varied – ‘You can give up teaching now and just write, everyone will want to publish you’ (hahaha) to ‘Everyone will resent you.’ Neither of these rather extreme positions came to pass. I hate having my photo taken so the photo-shoot for the Guardian was uncomfortable (literally as well as metaphorically – I decided the photographer was a sadist as he made me sit on the edge of a hard white cube for what seemed like hours, so my expression is pretty grim).  I enjoyed the nice, fun, glamorous  bits, post-announcement, the readings etc – who wouldn’t? The PBS was lovely and did their best for everyone, and being invited to read and take part in a ‘Next Gen’ discussion at the Hay Festival was thrilling – Arthur Smith was very charming and held a portaloo door open for me, which was a personal highlight. But I found the negativity and sniping wearisome and occasionally hurtful. None of us asked/demanded/paid to be on that list – it was a decision by committee, no doubt with a lot of heartache and argument behind the scenes. I heard that a few poets were ‘outraged’ that they were not included. It all seemed a bit melodramatic and daft to me. Weren’t there bigger and better things in the world  to worry about?
2. You’ve said some interesting things about the relevance of lists, in your response to Helen Mort’s recent blog post. Can you expand a little here? How did being on the list change your writing life? 
‘Best of’ lists are imperfect. They reflect a majority decision, so there are, inevitably, casualties and omissions. There’s no ‘perfect’ mechanism for constructing a ‘Best of…’ list, as far as I can tell – the people charged with that responsibility just have to be honest and do their best. I think, unfortunately, in our culture, lists can be divisive. Those ‘excluded’ can feel hurt and diminished. If we writers were all absolutely honest, we’d admit to jealousy.  I’m regularly jealous – of others’ talent, industry, success. There are many, many people writing to a high standard, and not enough accolades to go round. That’s life. Maybe it’ll change, but I doubt it.  Poetry publishing in the UK isn’t perfect, or even fair.  I think Bernardine Evaristo and Daljit Nagra were absolutely right to call attention to the fact that pitifully few black and Asian writers were published by mainstream publishers. They are good people, prepared to stick their necks out and make a fuss about injustice. I have much more respect for those who work to change what they consider to be an unfair system than those who are  obsessed with their own place in the pecking order, and feel the need to be vicious online.  Being on the list opened doors that would have remained firmly closed – no doubt about that. It was, and is, a lovely thing to have on my CV. It would be ungracious and dishonest to pretend otherwise. But would I have written different books, attempted different creative projects, if I hadn’t been on the list? No, I don’t think so. If you need to write – you’ll write. If you don’t – you won’t.
3. How influential was the ‘Generation’ before you? 
I think they influenced a great many ‘up and coming’ poets; I’m assuming their work was more widely read because of the publicity of the promotion. Certain poets became very visible, not just in terms of readings, but also on radio, TV, etc.  Confession – I didn’t start writing poetry until years after the ‘New Gen’ so it wasn’t particularly on my radar.  I read Susan Wicks’ work before realising she was ‘one of the chosen.’ It blew me away, and still does.
4. Can you tell me the good bits? The high points of being a Next Generation poet?
The readings, the question and answer sessions with audiences, the chance to mentor other writers, whose work and commitment I admire hugely. Arthur Smith, portaloo door…..
5. You and I met reading together at an event called ‘Pram in the Hall’, about writing and motherhood. At what stage of motherhood were you, when the announcement was made and what impact did it have?
In 2004, my sons were 12 and 14, so already at secondary school. I had more time and head-space to write by then. How anyone manages to write poems with babies in situ is a mystery and a miracle to me, but then my babies were of the ‘sleep is for wimps’ school of thought.
When I told them about the list, before the announcement was made public, I would love to say they were impressed, but I think ‘bemused’ is probably a more accurate description.
I’d written about them a bit, but not very much; the older one objected and the younger one complained that I didn’t write about him enough. A mother’s place is, of course, in the wrong. Some years ago, I was commissioned to write a poem for a postcard on the theme of ‘identity’ and couldn’t think of a single interesting idea. The deadline was approaching. I felt a failure, a fraud. Then my older son came home from the last day of secondary school with his school shirt signed in felt-pen with colourful, funny and touching messages from his mates. This seemed an interesting take on ‘identity’ – their view of him, at this significant stage of his life, at that strange place between childhood and adulthood.  I asked if I could use this in my poem. He refused. I begged. He still refused. In desperation, I offered to pay him part of the fee. He grudgingly consented, but made me change all the names.
6. I love reading short stories, and sometimes see myself as a frustrated short story writer.  When did you begin to write fiction?  How easy do you find it, switching between poetry and prose?
I wrote short fiction before writing poetry as an adult, (though I had written poetry as a child/teenager) and it still feels like ‘home’ in many ways. I’ve always loved reading short stories, and listening to them on radio.  I’d say a lot of my poetry is ‘narrative’ and I love the way poems can function as condensed stories; I’m about to start teaching an online ‘verse poetry’ course for the Poetry School. As Ian Duhig famously said – ‘A poem is a novel without the waffle.’  I feel  short stories and poems often have more points of similarity than short stories and novels: there’s the compression, often the use of an extended metaphor/image to shape the story, the need for each word to pull its weight. In terms of switching between poetry and prose – often when I have an idea – I tend to visualise somebody doing something in a particular location, or sometimes a phrase or an image just pops into my head – I don’t always know if it’s a poem or a story. I go with the flow and see what happens, and if it changes ‘genre’ at some stage – so be it. I’ve written short stories that have started as poems, and one narrative poem, ‘The New Bride’ was also the basis for a short story, ‘Reclamation.’ I like to be surprised by what I write, to let my imagination go where it will, and not have too much sense of control over an initial idea.
My current project, a long narrative supernatural/satirical poem called ‘The New Cockaigne’, could also be read as ‘a short story in verse’, and it’s about to be adapted as a Live Literature project, in conjunction with Lewes Live Lit. It’s been great fun and I’d like to write more long poems (though it was very challenging, and increased my admiration for those poets regularly writing long poems or sequences!)

Pauline Stainer was included in the first Poetry Book Society’s Next Generation project in 1994, then called New Generation. After many years in rural Essex and then on the Orkney island of Rousay, Pauline now lives in Suffolk. Her Bloodaxe titles include The Lady & the Hare: New & Selected Poems (2003), which draws on five previous books, as well as a new collection, A Litany of High Waters, and two later collections, Crossing the Snowline (2008) and Tiger Facing the Mist(2013). Along with The Lady & the Hare, her collections The HoneycombSighting the Slave Ship and The Ice-Pilot Speaks were all Poetry Book Society Recommendations. Her fourth collection The Wound-dresser’s Dream was shortlisted for the Whitbread Poetry Award in 1996. Pauline Stainer received a 2009 Cholmondeley award for her poetry.

Pauline and I met last year, after I moved to Suffolk and discovered through a mutual friend, that we lived in the same village. It’s been good getting to know Pauline and I’ve felt some comfort knowing she was on the first list.

1.You were part of the first list in 1994, the New Generation, twenty years ago. You’ve talked to me about ‘the unexpected publicity’.  Can you describe how you felt in the beginning? Apart from being pleased no doubt, did you feel a pressure of any sort?  That things would now be expected of you?

When I found out I had been included in the New Generation list I was pleased and hugely surprised. I had not had that much recognition.  I had always scribbled away, for many years, but I did not start submitting my work until I was forty. I was a mother of four children, that was my life. My first book was published in 1989, my second in 1992,  and my third was published in 1994, the same year as getting on the list. I was 53 and my family still needed me. I am not a naturally public person. Suddenly, I had to get used to going to events and reading my work a lot more. Twenty years ago, the ‘pressure’ came from knowing you were going to have to perform.

2. How did being on the list change your writing life?

My writing life didn’t change much.  I was busier.  I was asked to do more things.  I was writing for a long time before my first manuscript was accepted. This meant I had a backlog of poems.  Being on the list gave me the confidence to continue and know that the backlog of work could become books.

3. Twenty years ago, the world of social media was yet to take over our lives. This decade’s Generation has a website, YouTube videos, blogs and so on.  Are you a part of that world now, or have you felt you’ve needed it? How different was it then to promote the project?

I do not engage with the world of social media.  I’d say I am more Antediluvian!  Back in 1994, there was initial coverage of the list in the national press, but public readings were the main way of promotion. The poets on the list ran writing workshops too.  Partaking in those events, meant that my name became more widely known and I was asked to do other things, like judge poetry competitions.  The New Generation promotion did require more physical commitment then. You had to actually appear somewhere, whereas now, with the internet, you can read and promote your work from your computer at home.  It is such a huge change in twenty years.

4. The Next Generation projects, for me, are not simply about promoting the poets.  They are about encouraging the reading of poetry by presenting an eclectic list of writers. From there, hopefully, people will go on to explore the wider world of contemporary poetry.  Do you feel the past two lists have achieved this?

Poetry is a funny thing.  People are afraid of it. I remember meeting a man and telling him I wrote poetry.  His response was ‘Oh, I can’t grapple with that’!  I was so struck by his word ‘grapple’, implying poetry needs to be wrestled and held down in order to be understood. Poetry is not regarded here, as it is say in South America, where poetry is a part of every day life and culture. It is still regarded as difficult here.  But there is so much more available now, so many more resources and better access to poetry. The New/Next Generation lists certainly have played a part in ensuring poetry reaches a wider audience. And it is broader now, the list is eclectic this year, as proved with the inclusion of Kate Tempest.

5. Motherhood is a big topic of mine. Once you were on the list, how did you deal with new creative opportunities and being a mother of young children?

When you are a mother and at home, but also writing from home, it is difficult to be perceived as ‘working’.  I often felt what I did was not regarded as work.  I was seen as someone who had the time to take two hours off in the middle of the day because I didn’t really ‘do’ anything.  But I saw writing as my job. It is a craft, a skill. I had to be disciplined and ruthless, and people had to know that I couldn’t ‘give’ all the time. I do feel women have a better deal now, when it comes to writing and publishing.  I’m not saying it’s perfect, but there are more opportunities, more support with the likes of Second Light Network for example. And you see more women taking on editorial roles now.

6.  You have written many collections.  I regard you as very successful and prolific in your output. How do you regard the past twenty years of your life, as a poet? High points? Regrets?  The future, what next?

The ‘Next Generation’ high point was being recognised as a writer of quality.  I was very pleased to be selected and placed alongside poets I admired.  I don’t feel a pressure to publish anymore. I have a very good relationship with my editor and publisher (Neil Astley at Bloodaxe) and have written eight books of poetry, with plans for another, but I also paint.  I have been painting for five years. I’m part of an artists collective called Stour Valley Artists and I enjoy it very much. I am retaining a connection to poetry – using it as inspiration.  I’m currently experimenting – taking a single line of poetry and seeing what I paint as a result of reading it. I began to exhibit two years ago, but I would like to treat the painting as I did the writing. To be creative, but not have to think about where it’s going.  Whether it be a gallery wall or published page, I prefer to concentrate on the craft, not its destination. And no, no regrets. I felt privileged to be part of the New Generation. It was a good thing to happen.

Transatlantic Poetry

Technically, it was a big deal for me – suddenly in the world of Google Hangouts – but my live, online reading on Sunday night for Transatlantic Poetry turned out to be a really enjoyable thing.  It helped that the knackered laptop in my life had been upgraded to mark a recent (and significant) birthday, so I felt a lot more confident when I switched the necessary equipment on. And of course guidance from the two delightful hosts – Robert Peake and Robert Harper – was invaluable. Transatlantic Poetry is the brainchild of Peake and a wonderful thing it is too, pairing poets from around the globe for readings, available to view live, on the internet.  Harper is editor of Bare Fiction magazine, and has published four new poems of mine, in the most recent issue. My thanks to them both for inviting me to be part of Sunday’s event.

I read from my sitting room in Suffolk, thankful the dog remained snoring on the sofa throughout. Poet Dan O’Brien read from his home, on a bright morning in LA. I read Dan’s Forward Prize shortlisted book War Reporter earlier this year and still think about it. It comes in flashbacks. Harrowing, honest, brutal and necessary, the poems about the Pulitzer prize winning war photographer Paul Watson, and O’Brien’s unique acquaintance with the man, make vital reading in our times.

During the Q&A afterwards Dan described himself as lucky to have met Paul Watson.  I think Paul Watson is lucky to have met Dan. I wonder how Watson’s experiences would have been articulated if he had not met the poet?  Could anyone else have got to the core of what he saw and felt?

Do watch the reading below, Dan is a terrific reader, and remained very calm during an early technical hitch. I would have wept.  I follow him, beginning with a batch of new poems, which felt good to air, after quite a lot of Her Birth stuff of late. 

 

Healthy Heart Poetry – call for submissions

My thanks to all those who followed the week of Heart Poems for Children’s Heart Week earlier this month. The response was extremely positive. I’m very grateful to the poets involved for sharing their work, it was a good seven days. The poems will remain here, on my blog.  Do take time to dip in and enjoy them again.

Now for more heart-related poetry, but a little different. This summer, I will be co-editing the Healthy Heart anthology of children’s poetry with Wendy French, to be published by the Hippocrates Press later in 2014.  The idea behind the anthology – a joint initiative between the Hippocrates Society and the Cardiovascular Research Trust (CVRT) – is to encourage children and young people to maintain a healthy lifestyle and look after their hearts. Poems are invited on the theme of ‘Healthy Hearts’. Entries are welcome from anywhere in the world from schools or individually from children and young people.

The anthology will be divided into sections: selected poems by primary school children, selected poems by secondary school students, and a section devoted to heart healthy recipes supplied by anyone of school age. Medical professor Donald Singer said: “ I will be adding a section in the book on how to keep the heart healthy so that book could be used in schools for teaching about health as well as just for pure enjoyment of the poems. This looks a very interesting way to engage children and young people actively in understanding ways to prevent heart disease.”

Wendy French said: “The aim is to bring to children, from an early age, awareness of the importance of keeping the heart healthy through diet and exercise.  Please do get your pupils writing! We would like as many children and older school students to enter as possible so we have a wide selection of poems to choose from.”

The book will be published in print and online by the Hippocrates Press. The book will be launched at a celebration in London on December 4th 2014, which children and older school students and their teachers will be invited to attend.

The closing date for entries is 12 midnight GMT July 16th 2014.

Poems may be entered on-line (see the Hippocrates website link) or sent to:
Wendy French at 4 Myton Road, West Dulwich, London, SE21 8EB or by email to: wendy.french6@btinternet.com

You can read more about the Healthy Heart Poetry initiative on the Hippocrates website.