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Saturday, 14 August 2021

The Sealey Challenge: Days 9, 10, 12 and 14

I spent the weekend with my writing group at a Writers Retreat. We booked a big events cottage in Eastern Finland and drove up on Friday after school. It was amazing that we managed to get 11 people together after such a difficult 18 months. We spent time sharing our work, talking about various writing issues and some time writing, but most of all we spent time laughing and sharing. It was very much needed. 





I didn't do any reading over the trip, but I'm back on the horse with #The Sealey Challenge: Day 9: Glimt av opphav - Glims o Origin by Christine De Luca, , a Shetland poet. Christine's poems are in the Shetland dialect of Scots and then translated to Norwegian by Odd Goksøyr. Christine gave me this collection when she visited Helsinki a few years back promoting a project because I speak some Norwegian and have studied the Scots language in university. I really enjoyed reading these poems out loud, in Norwegian and Shetlandic, seeing how the languages are so closely connected. Her poems examine the overlapping of the two cultures as in 'Thule Revisted'/'Tilbake to Thule' where Norwegian sailors arrive in Shetland to the delight of the locals as well as various characters, places and cultural highlights of the islands. The poems range from their geological beginnings to modern day, even beyond Shetland. 

I love that Christine doesn't shy away from mixing science and it's language with that of history and old myths, bringing Shetland into the modern age with a generous nod to its origins, hence the title. The poems are rich, linguistically, images and sounds evoking the place, the people and their stories. Beautifully crafted.

Day 10: Richard Hugo, The Right Madness on Skye. I read this book decades ago and brought it out of my loft a few years back, but hadn't gotten around until now to reread it. Not quite fitting the idea of buying new books, but I can't afford that many books just now.

Richard Hugo has an amazing sense of place, I loved his book on writing The Triggering Town which focuses more on his method and connection to location in his poems. This collection wraps his poems around the spirit of the Isle of Skye, connecting with the living and dead inhabitants, so spending time on the island in Scotland allowed him to do just that on many different levels. 

He explores Skye's history, mythology, geography, the despair still felt after the Clearances, the love of Gaelic and mysterious Celts. The image of a strange woman often pops up on the periphery of his stories, looking on in warning like Cassandra, knowing too much, but never listened to.

His poems often feel rambling, like he's chasing their ideas through the landscape until he can get to grip with them. But then he's sharing their truths with you over a whiskey. Hugo was one of my favourite poets when I was in university out in the Pacific Northwest where he was originally based and I now remember why. His honesty over his struggles and fears with his writing, his life and life in general feel so sincere and at times heartbreaking. This was a lovely reread.

Since school has started back with a rough bang, I'm turning to my collection of chapbooks I've received as part of Hedgehog Poetry Press's Cult of the Spiny Hog I joined a couple of years back. For a yearly fee you receive copies of all the books the Press publishes, and also free entry to any competition. 

Day 12: Before it's too late by Sarah P Thomson. I'm tired with my first week back at work, so I'm going for a shorter chapbook published by @hedgehogpoetry

I've always said I'm not a great fan of poems that work with strict forms, but I found the way the poems in this chapbook use repeated lines in villanelles and pantoums and other forms really mesmerising. How the same line repeated two or three times changes the meaning of that particular line,but also the lines around it, giving them more weight or reversing their intention entirely. Thomson's poems tempt me to want to try more of these styles, to create such elaborate layers. She touches on many subjects, but the title links them all together beautifully.

Day 14: Taxus Baccata by Patricia M Osborne. Another Hedgehog chapbook that I received as part of their Cult subscription. It's worth joining. Taxus Baccata is a collection of nature poems focusing especially on birds and trees. Osbourne examines disparate beauty and savagery of birds, magpies cannibalising a flock-mate, a swan mother and the decline of ancient trees. She mixes mythology with slow, detailed descriptions of yews, oaks, swans and seagulls. Her rich language drips with colours, textures and movement. This book is a delightful read.

In other news, I have had a poem published in Stand Magazine. I recently came across an old notebook where I kept track of my early submissions and according to that I first submitted in Stand in 1996. It's taken me all this time to have some work accepted, but I'm overjoyed it's happened and with my poem 'The Perfume of Rain' which I particularly love. So a proper dream publication. 

Tuesday, 10 April 2018

Easing into April and GloPoWrMo

The past month has included bronchitis, Easter break and motherboard failure, but I've come out the other side in one piece. I actually managed to get a lot of editing done because I didn't have the breath to get out of the house much until this weekend. That final poem is 'done', my collection is off on its first jaunt to a publisher and Spring has finally arrived in Finland, making every little success that much better.

It's also National/ Global Poetry Writing Month - NaPoWrMo. I'm already too behind the game to write a poem a day. So I think I will focus on finishing some poems that have been hanging around for a while or are mid-process,  try to get some of them finished. This article on Trish Hopkinson's site looks just the ticket to get me going. Expand before you pare down. 

I tend to write reams before I start to shape a poem, but sometimes when a poem is flailing and you're ready to give up, going back and expanding on the language and ideas can be a good way to breathe life back into it. 

What will you do for GloPoWrMo? Check out the official website for ideas and writing prompts.

I thought I would share a poem from a lovely Scottish poet I heard read last month, Christine De Luca. I was totally shocked to hear that she would be reading in Finland, so in the midst of my bronchitis I dragged myself out to hear some poems in English, Shetlandic and Finnish. Totally worth it to hear her work and to catch up on some names I knew from my time in publishing. 

She read with Finnish poet Riina Katajavuori and it was interesting to see how much I could or couldn't understand of her translations of Christine's work and her own work. I even had a translator give me her card, suggesting she could translate my poems into Finnish. Very tempting, but I can't even think where to start with that.


A poem from Christine's website, in Shetlandic, the Scots' Norn hybrid dialect of the Shetland Islands. 


Celebrate in wirds

True poems steer up athin dat inner space,
an touch dat hert-holl at we tocht intact:
dat blissit place we geeng tae on wi ain.
Dey open hoidey-holls we’d bolted fast.

Der wirds is dew apö da speeder’s wub:
gems ta winder at, ta daey wir straff.
Der music an der rhythm’s shape can baith
say 'dance!', say 'birl!', say 'celebrate!'. Foo saft

der tizin is dy trvvel roond da heart,
open wir een ta newness or a sicht
o foo a coose o patterns play der pairt,
mak space fur wis, yet rowe arrond wis ticht
ta hap wis safe fornenst wir doots and faers.
A poem is wir meid, wir hamewird licht.


hert-holl: the very innermost part: tocht: thought; geeng: go; hoidey-holls: secret hiding places; apö: on; daev: lessen; straff: anxiety; tizin: tempting; trivvel: gently grope; foo: how; coose: heap; wis: us, rowe: wrap up; hap: wrap in shawl; fornenst: against; meid: landmark to guide fishermen

Christine De Luca, Luath Press, 2005


And here's a poem by Riina Katajavuori: 


Viesti

Kadut, raitiovanunkiskot, kahdeksikot ja kirkon piikki
pakatuina hiljaiseen kääroon.

Nenällä laskeuttu adressi
johon on kirjoitettu jonkin sitaatti,
luen sen ensi kertta.

Olen syvällä hatussani.
Nostan tuleen,
kaupunkini. 

Amazing how I can recognise most of the words, but they just don’t come together as poetry for me yet.

I’m going to have to hunt out more poetry readings to attend as I really enjoyed going to this one and chatting with other artists, writers afterwards. Like old times.