I’ve recorded a reading of an old poem of mine from May 2018 for Petersfield Bookshop’s ‘Dead Poet Salon’ online open-mic (which, as with my International Poetry Circle videos, is posted on the @PragmaJournal Twitter account again as I still intractably/unhelpfully refuse to return to using social media ‘personally’). Anyway. The poem’s called ‘For Roger, For Jack’, written as a tribute/’exaltation’/whatever of the life and work of R. F. Langley (on whom I started writing a Master’s dissertation last year, which will be finished One Day when I’m able/mentally well enough/etc).
The video can be found here. For accessibility reasons and so on the text of the poem can be downloaded here: For Roger For Jack.
Cheers. I’m a little uneasy about some of this online ‘poetry explosion’ vis-à-vis COVID-19 (readers treating poetry as some sort of tonic/coping strategy/intellectual health food), but from a writing or ‘productive’ perspective it’s deeply necessary to be working at the moment just as per any other occasion of extreme biopolitical interpellation (plus, as I’m doing on this blog, attempting to account/compensate for delays to publication). It’s excellent to have these sort of attempts at ‘communal’ performance opportunities during pandemic-lockdown, at least. I’ve started working on a long ‘observational prosimetrum’ about the isolation period, entangling three immediate and false-transcendental narratives/trajectories (of the coronavirus, trying to get sober, and an inescapable and incommunicative platonic heart-longing) with journal/diary entries, both my own and others, as a concentration on the apparent impossibility of nature writing at a time when anthro-infrastructure is under attack by a virus ‘of and against nature’ while trying to avoid conceding to an ecofascist ‘Earth’s revenge’ myth… And a lot more besides, including reflections on why that cunt James Corden is in my dreams being beaten up by John Ashbery and James Baldwin (and that other Fred Perry prick from that sitcom is being spit roasted by Paul Celan and Ezra Pound). Enough about that project, though. I hope you enjoy the reading-video.