It gave me great pleasure to take part in a wonderful event up in Edinburgh in December alongside a fantastic range of other poets published by Happenstance. Helena Nelson was a great compere and the event took place in a Thai Restaurant just down from the Scottish Poetry Library (that was experiencing flooding!)
I am half way through a pre-view tour of the book, ‘Some Girls’ Mothers’ will my fellow writers, Char March, Clare Shaw, River Wolton, Nell Farrell and Suzanne Batty. We have been to libraries and venues in the North West so far, and audience response has been great. Lots of discussion about the book, and feedback from people. We have sold quite a few too! Here is a link to a fantastic short video that Ian Daley from Route made of the first gig:
It has been a challenge for me to think about performing with a group of people, instead of by myself. We have used props, a plinth, and had coaching from radio/drama director Polly Thomas. All this has really helped the shape and structure of the piece. I think I enjoyed performing in Oldham the most so far, because I was confident, didn’t fluff any lines, and people laughed! I could not quite believe that. We are hoping to do a much larger tour next year in 2009. Route have published the book, and we have also had support from a great group of librarians and Jane Mathieson from Time to Read. I have also run workshops as part of this project and people have written some cracking material. The workshop punters have been very diverse and had a great deal to say about family relationships. It has been a careful path to tread through peoples’ memories, and one that has delighted and saddened me at the same time. How do we all get through being parented, and then being parents ourselves?!
Here is a sample of three poems from ‘Slug Language’ to whet your appetite. I am not sure whether appetite and slugs fit well in the same sentence.
I am having a busy week this week. I am launching the poetry book on Friday in Chorlton in Manchester and done a preview event on the collection of creative non fiction stories, ‘Some Girls’ Mothers’ on Saturday in Little Sutton Library. Wish me luck!
I am delighted to hold a copy of my first collection of poetry from Happenstance Press in my hot little hand and weep! Please forgive me for having an emotional moment but it has felt such a long time since the gestation of this work began. Probably when I was eight years old and now? Well, I am much much older than that and probably not much wiser.
The design of this chapbook is great, and the editing with the support of Helena Nelson has been a process of refining and polishing. At times it has felt like shaping a well loved piece of furniture. French Polishing and Poetry? This sounds like some-one’s PHD thesis. The first person I gave a copy of the collection to was my good friend and work colleague Beverley Ward. Beverley is a writer and literature consultant from Sheffield. She read the book home on the train from a meeting we had together and texted me to say the book was ‘genuinely beautiful’ and added ‘I haven’t read poetry I’ve enjoyed so much in years’. As you can imagine, I am thrilled to bits. Here are details of my launch and you are very welcome to come:
Anne Caldwell – Friday 17th October 2008
25 to 30 minutes guest spot, from 9pm.
The readings are in the backroom of Chorlton Library 0161 881 3179
Manchester Road, Chorlton cum Hardy Manchester M21 9PN
For a map and directions, type the postcode into multimap.com
(or the aa, or google maps)
Launch of ‘Slug Language’
www.happenstancepress.com (can buy on line)
Anne Caldwell’s poetry has a strong lyric voice. Her tone is sensuous, earthy and full of wisdom. Many of her poems pay homage to a tradition of nature writing but pose a new sense of urgency: balance is threatened with floods, storms and heat. This is a poet with something to say. Her poems about childbirth and parenthood achieve the ‘difficult combination of intimacy and universality’ (Michael Symmons Roberts). Firmly rooted in landscapes of the North of England, this confident first collection explores the unspoken territories between siblings, parents, children and lovers.
Anne Caldwell is fascinated by bones and music, sea and stone. Theses elements form a backbone of imagery in her work as solid as the Pennine hills in which she now lives.
‘Pain and joy are equal contenders in these poems, but delight is what wins through-delight and tenderness.’
Earlier this year, myself and a group of writers called ‘Poets with a Kick’ were awarded an arts council grant to develop a new publishing and performance project on the theme of mothers and daughters. My own part in this project has been varied. I am booking a tour, writing a creative non fiction for the book and learning editing skills by working alongside Ian Daley from Route. What have I learnt so far on this journey?
Attention to detail, I think. And to aim for quality. I am a skilled editor when it comes to poetry, but creative non-fiction is a whole new genre for me, and the biggest learning curve has been how to approach a narrative, and support a writer to find a narrative structure that works for the content of their writing and keeps a reader hooked. This will probably take a much longer apprenticeship for me to perfect, but so far, I would describe the process as learning to structure a piece of music. My own writing for this project did not have a clear point of emotional impact, and now its structure builds in the middle, and connects the reader to an unfolding series of events. So thank you Ian Daley. Our provisional title for the book is ‘Some Girls’ Mothers and it will be out in October 2008. I will use this blog to chart some more editing skills as the project develops.
If you would like to download a PDF leaflet about the work I offer to schools and libraries please click here:
This month I have put together a two day residential at The Birchcliffe Centre in Hebden Bridge for a range of artists from all different disciplines to share their creative practice. Funded by The Arts Council, this event was a response to taking part in a conference in Oxford last year called Invigorate that brought together mid-career artists to discuss future policy. That conference was very argumentative, and in contrast, the two days in Hebden were a journey through live art, visual art, drama, poetry and many other art forms exploring how artists were shaping their current work. Highlights for me included a wonderful sculpture on the carbon cycle by Lizz Tuckerman that she erected in the garden of the centre, and a song that filled the whole interior of the Weslyan Chapel we also hired by Julie Mcnamara. But there were many other moments of inspiration, discussion, good food and company. I am hoping to archive this event via a web site that is being put together at the moment with Simon ZImmerman and when the material is ready I will post the details up on this blog. I want to say a huge thank you to the nine artists who took part in this event with me, because it takes guts to share your work in progress, warts and all, with your peers, especially with a group of peers exploring their work with a sense of maturity, and years of experience under their belts. I am not implying this was a group of people hitting mid-life questions, but some of that did take place over the two days!
Last week was taken up with a fascinating training course on coaching skills that I attended as part of the Cultural Leadership Programme. It challenged a lot of my assumptions about how to work with people and encouraging creative thinking, and also linked back to earlier training I have done in the field of psychotherapy. I think the main thing that I took away from the training was the idea that people have their own answers and that a good coach encourages someone to use this knowledge and bring it into awareness. The course also made me realise the power of metaphor – whether it be the themes in some-one’s life story, or within literature. Often we decode this information without really realising it. Coaching, or examining a poem very closely can bring this skill to the fore.
I have also performed some poetry with ‘Poets with a Kick’ for International Women’s Day at the Mansion House in Doncaster. This event launched an amazing cloak of women’s lives and stories put together by artist Jan Flamank. I particularly liked the way she had used frayed edges in the textile peice to suggest that fact that our lives are untidy and follow different threads.
The project was called Yarns and was a Hothouse commission. I read a range of poetry about personal journeys – and one that I have written very recently that features Benezia Bhutto:
27th December, 2007
Stubbled men in flak-jackets
catch my eye, but don’t speak –
a tilt of the head, snares tucked
under their arms. The mole-catcher
with his heart-shaped spade, his battered Rover,
grins as he swings my gate wide.
The Sweep tells me the mid-feathers are fucked,
thrusts a body he’s plucked from the chimney
into my arms, wings stiff with frost.
Outside, air’s thick with cordite.
Shots boomerang across the moors,
Beaters are out in force, spattered in peat.
I’m failing to light a fire, flick the switch
on the radio. The world tilts East.
Her voice is tremulous,
as she waves from her Land Cruiser
‘I’ve been counting the days, hours, seconds..
waiting for clear skies. Pakistan is in my blood.’
A pheasant stutters out of the beech wood.
She’s a poor flyer, grazes a car bonnet
before crash-landing in the thicket.
Don’t stretch up your feathered neck,
don’t stroll across the top field, hen
don’t you know it’s open season?’
3rd March, 2008.
This is my first live entry to my blog. I have just returned from the Belfast Meets Wales Conference, held in Belfast and run in conjunction with the Writers’ Guild, Wales, and Academi. Highlights included a fascinating discussion by a journalist called Peter Taylor who has written extensively about ‘the troubles’ followed by a tour of the city which set the discussion in context and in graphic reality. I was stunned to see murals from both sides of the divide in the city and the so called ‘Peace Wall’ that made me think of Palestine, Berlin and all those interior walls we carry in our heads without the visual symbolism. I am now currently reading a memoir called ‘asking for trouble’ by Patricia Craig as a way in to deepening my understanding of some of the recent history. It also gives a woman’s view of Catholicism and being brought up by nuns! I was over at the conference with a group of writers and literature activists from Yorkshire, and Jane Stubbs. Very tired today, with my head full of new ideas and information. I also really enjoyed meeting Lucy Caldwell – novelist and Glen Patterson, who I knew a long time ago and was delighted to see again. He had a great description of how to describe Northern Ireland: He thought of his birthplace as ‘over here’ and England as ‘over there’. This description neatly bypassed all the linguistic and political problems of calling Northern Ireland ‘The Province’ or England ‘The Mainland’ and many other labels.
Welcome to my blog. This is the first entry for this section of my web site. I thought I would share with you a book I have just finished reading which I found for a £1 from an Oxfam bookshop when doing a gig near Cheltenham. It was ‘Small Island’ by Andrea Leavy. Many readers of this blog will have read this book, I know. It has taken me a while to get round to it because of all the hype – which put me off. However, I found the storytelling compulsive, the narrative very moving and the breadth of a period of recent history that I know relatively little about. I wish my mother was alive because she was living in London in the early fifties and there are a lot of questions I would like to ask her. I have also just been to see the film ‘Control’ by Anton Kurbain. It was set in Macclesfield, near where I grew up as a teenager and Joy Division were one of the bands that I saw live. I found the film grim, moving and reminiscent of living in cheap woodchip rooms with terrible furniture as a student.