Not a post about poetry, or the nihilistic experience of running a mag…today is the private view of my 1st solo exhibition. Its upstairs in the Python Gallery, and while not being the main exhibition, I’m rather pleased with it.
I did my first painting in oils in October 1988, when I was living in Radlett (Herts) with Peter (curator of the Python) & have painted intermittently since then, usually destroying them because they weren’t right. Or in a drunken rage when I needed to vent some anger. Peter offered me the space last year, but I didn’t take him up on it til this year, and since then I’ve been painting regularly. Which is great for me, as my poetry has been very thin on the ground, mostly because I’ve been trying to finish a short story, which I’m in the process of re-writing. And my other life as a Local Historian takes up a fair bit of my time. I’m working on a couple of Middlesbrough related projects that will see fruition next year, as well as book of poetry/prose/history/art that deals with the town.
But painting. I’ve got 28 pieces in the exhibition, the majority from this year, and while they’re not what you could call homely, they are arresting and I’m looking forward to the private view, not least because TP Cafe’s sausage rolls are delicious, but to see how people react to them, good and bad, because a lot of people I know only know me as a poet, or a historian with a weird 2nd life as a poet. Though I think most of them are aware that I’m a somewhat troubled soul, which is evident in the work. I’m expecting a few people to ask why I can’t paint nice things, or even why can’t I paint, but hey ho.
I will blog about the draining experience of being a poetry publisher soon hahah – no, seriously, the Press is good, and while I’m still struggling with the latest mag, I am still in love with it all…
“i speak but You do not listen” (2010) and “Background Radiation” (2013)
The exhibition runs til the end of the year
Now, listen carefully, I will say this only once…
We’re asking for submissions, BUT, you have to follow the guidelines given or you won’t be considered
We launched the 1st of our Incidental Poetry series on Halloween 2015, with “transitions” by R.M. Francis. This was followed by “tongues of fire” Jane Burn, “prodigals” Martin Malone, “chasing the sunset” Harry Gallagher, “our lady of the iguanas” Pippa Little & “river songs” p.a. morbid.
If you feel like you would be suitable material for The Black Light Engine Room then please send your manuscript to the address below, BUT, remember these guidelines:
It must be on A4 sheets, using Times New Roman 11 point & No Spacing.
Each manuscript should have a separate piece of paper with your name/address/email & short biog, as well as a list of the poems & the name of the collection
The submissions window is from 1st May to 30th June & I will endeavour to let you know as soon as I can if your poems aren’t what we’re after.
If chosen you will be given 5 complimentary copies as payment, and be able to purchase more copies at a reduced price.
You will be expected to promote the chapbook with – preferably – a launch in Middlesbrough, or a similar event in your home town/locality. We can’t afford to pay you to come to Middlesbrough, but we will house and feed you.
If you’re interested then you can send a manuscript to: The Black Light Engine Room, 12 Harrogate Crescent, Middlesbrough. TS5 6PS.
If you want the poems returned then enclose an SAE
…Sunday, 14th Feb. 2016. It tried to snow this morning – tiny, white balls, like polystyrene. But there’s too much pavement visible for it to last, and even now its fading. This has nothing to do with what I’m posting about, but I’ve been involved in editing so much recently that I’ve almost forgot how to be a Poet!
I’d spent a good lump of the Xmas Hols involved in editing the next 3 chapbooks in our Incidental Series. Well, I’d also been editing the 2 after that & Dark Matter 6, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves, eh! These were, in order of release, “Chasing the Sunset” by Harry Gallagher, “Prodigals” by Martin Malone, and “Tongues of Fire” by Jane Burn. We’d launched the 1st in the series in October, but these new ones all had a frontispiece drawn by Jane, which, along with the nice cover flaps, gave them a rather lovely look. Martin, Jane & Harry all read at the Launch, which was very well attended, and it made all the hard work worth it.
I’d also been having another crisis about being a publisher over Xmas, partly brought on by not having the last of 2015’s mag out on time, and partly because I’d just gotten over a bad couple of weeks depression. I’m feeling much better, even if the whole publishing thing is depressing as fuck hahaha. I have spent a lot of time thinking/brooding on things and have come to a decision. In 2016 I’m only going to put out 2 mags – as well as the one from last year. This is so I can concentrate on putting out more chapbooks. I’ll still be doing the mag, because it is fun & it is important. But the chapbooks bring in more money, which is something I need to look at more closely if I’m to continue. But there’s also the idea that for a lot of people chapbooks aren’t important. Its incredibly hard to get them reviewed anywhere, never mind a Name Magazine. This pisses me right off, because it reveals a level of snobbery, even in those supposed Socialists among us. So many people publish their work in chapbooks, and while a nice produced book can be a wondrous thing, mostly they’re not. Not that chapbooks are all gorgeous – I think what’s missing in a lot of publications is a sense of aesthetics – how many ugly publications have you seen? The paper’s shit, the cover’s awful & all the poems are suffer from left-bias & stuck to the top of the page in tiny tiny print.
Then I found out that my pamphlet, Gorged On Light, had been reviewed herehttp://www.sphinxreview.co.uk/index.php/reviews/opoi-reviews-2016/659-p-a-morbid-gorged-on-light & on top of being a nice review, it brought to my attention the website, which deals exclusively with pamphlets/chapbooks.Which has given me a little added impetus to carry on. That and I’ve got Jim Burns, who featured in a previous blog, coming to read with us on the 27th of this month. Jim Burns!!
And another reason I’m only doing two magazines, and not taking a full month off running the live events, is that I need to get on with my own work! Last year I submitted one lot of poems! This year I’ve submitted twice, and one of those times was prose, which I’ve been writing a lot more of. I intend getting more stuff out there, as well as tidying up/finishing a number of short stories I’ve been working on.
The sun’s out and the cat has finally stopped banging against my leg, or tryign to walk across the keyboard, so I shall stop now…
…with a suitably ominous tag line, what could possibly go wrong?
I’ve not blogged in ages, despite having a few things to say as regards the Press. This has been mostly down to the fact that I hate blogging about the Press as it all seems so pointless, as I know hardly anyone reads it & I always bring this awareness with me when I sit down to do it. The other reason, and the reason I’m behind in everything, was a three week bout of depression, which I won’t go into, but was fucking shite! Throw in some very wild drink cravings & you have a recipe for total shiteness! I did write a little while I was under, and I am up from the depths now, so let’s press on.
Halloween we launched the first of our Incidental Poetry series of chapbooks, which was (to quote Robert Francis, the poet we were publishing) “Pant wettnigly exciting.” Which it was. Robert did a great set & we sold a few copies on the night.
Its an a5 chapbook (£7 inc p&p) & I got the idea for the flaps after reading a Smith/Doorstop book. Getting the design right was a bit of a bugger, but the Printer (Quoin, North St, M’bro) really came through – he had to bend the flaps by hand! And this being The Black Light Engine Room Press, all the subsequent chapbooks are going to have the same blue cover, BUT – and its a BIG but – they will all feature an excellent frontispiece by Jane Burn, who, as many of you may know (well I know for a fact that all 7 of my readers know) is a brilliant artist. She’s also a brilliant poet & one of the featured poets in the Incidental series.
Which brings me to 2016. January 30th to be exact. When we release the next 3 in the series. These will be, “Tongues of Fire” by Jane Burn. “Chasing The Sunset” by Harry Gallagher & “Prodigals” by Martin Malone. 3 great, but very different poets! Then in February we’re launching the next 2, as well as no.6 of the Dark Matter series! The February poets will be Pippa Little “Our Lady of the Iguanas” & the reissue (and re-worked) “River Songs” by p.a. morbid (me). This was originally put out by Ek Zuban in 2010, so I thought I’d cash-in on my current popularity as a Rising Star of Red Squirrel Press (I’m being ironic here) & foist my earlier chapbook onto the world. March I’m resting my shoulder, which will no doubt be in traction by then!
But why the sudden rush of activity? you cry! Well, the small amount of funding we’ve had this past year runs out at the end of March, so I’m putting the chapbooks out while I still have a little cash. I’ll still be running the live event, but will be restricting our published output to the magazine til I figure things out. I’m hopeful I’ll sort some more funding out, I’m just not sure when!
I’m also slipping the 14th issue of the mag out at the end of December, and then I can say I stuck to my rule of putting out 3 a year. Merry Xmas!
p.s. If you’re interested in buying any mags or chapbooks, then we have paypal: firstname.lastname@example.org
7:18am. I’ve been sat at the pc since half 6 – checking mails & tweaking publications. Publications, did you say? Yes publications, plural. Next Saturday we launch Dark Matter 5, the latest in our series of lovely a6 chapbooks (see one of my previous posts for photos). This latest one has Steve Urwin & Catherine Ayres – 2 great poets from the North East. Having said they’re great poets, Steve’s stuff is all prose! and has been a bit of a bugger to format – the good thing is that he’s been on board all the time, emailing amendments – and apologising for being so finicky! I have actually got it done a full week before the launch, which is nice.
There was a recent post on FB by Reuben Woolley which dealt with the problem some poets seem to have with selling. Someone had called him out along the lines of “Salesmen sell not poets”, which, unless it was meant to be ironic, was a stupid thing to say. If the poets aren’t out there pimping their work how are people going to hear about it? As a Small Press its very important that the poets we publish push their product – I’m a long, long way from making any money with BLERooom, but I still need to try. All this snobbery over making a bit of cash stinks of 19th C. foppism – they were all rich, so didn’t need to worry about grubby old money. The good thing with Steve & Catherine is they’ll both perform well & they’ll both take copies to sell on at future events. Which is all to the good. There’s no point in my publishing people if no one knows I have. Which brings me to the plurality of publications I’m working on…
Halloween will see the launch of the first in our Incidental chapbooks series with the amazing “transitions” by Robert Francis. This has been an almighty chew on, and one that is very far from finished. On top of the usual formatting nightmare – I set it all as a4 & the printer shrinks it down to a5, same as he does for the Dark Matter series. But. You have to get the font size right, which means I have to get a proof printed out, and then resize. I had it all sorted, until I decided the wide a5 format wasn’t what I was after…so I’ve changed the size of the chapbook, which has involved me cutting & pasting, then resizing the poems. The series – yes, series! – will all have a similar look – matt card covers, simple illustration, and flaps! Flaps? Yes, flaps…I was inspired in this by seeing a Smith/Doorstep book – and I have a few books with flaps on & they look cool…Robert’s travelling up from the Midlands to perform at his launch, which is also my wedding anniversary! Yes, I know, she’s a lucky girl – married to me and attending a poetry event!!!
We’re gearing up for a bit of a Publishing Blitz in the early part of next year, with not one, not two, but five, yes FIVE chapbooks due out in Jan/Feb. I’ve not started on the newer chapbooks yet, a pleasure I’m putting off for as long as posible. WHO are we publishing? you scream. Well…getta holda yr pants, because…
“Our Lady of the Iguanas” by Pippa Little. “Prodigals” by Martin Malone. “Tongues of Fire” by Jane Burn. “Chasing the Sunset” by Harry Gallagher. And last, but by no means least, I’ll be reissuing my “River Songs” chapbook, which Ek Zuban published in 2010. Its gonna be mental like…
Issue 14 of BLERoom mag will be out at the end of November – we have a few great poets – Angela France, Jim Burns, Tom Kelly – so far, but on top of that we will be publishing snippets from the above chapbooks…
So…I’ve been in email contact with the poet Jim Burns for the last couple of months (google Jim Burns poet). He’s a poet I’d ‘discovered’ in an old book from 1974 and had always liked. The internet enabled me to track down some of his books and discover that the poems I’d read weren’t a fluke and that he was a great poet. At the launch of my chapbook “Gorged On Light” (available from Red Squirrel) I got chatting to Tom Kelly, another good poet, about poets we thought deserved to be better known. I mentioned Charles Tomlinson, who is a consistently great poet – go check him out too – and Tom said Jim Burns, which got me in a tizz cos no one in my immediate circle had heard of him – well, I used a poem of his:
Easter In Stockport
I am sitting in a comfortable high-rise flat
overlooking the industrial wasteland of Stockport
(Wasteland! This is going to be very poetic!)
and the past comes quietly creeping in on me
like a smooth grey smog from the factories.
Easter in New York, April in Paris,
why do they bring this Spring feeling
when I know I don’t want to be anywhere else?
Irene is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast.
Isn’t it romantic? And last night we made love
for the second time! You would be surprised
at what happens in those high-rise flats.
But here they come again. Old poems, old songs,
memories flooding in as the lock-gates open.
I see her face before me, half-hidden behind
a boiled egg and the morning paper. My mood
is swimming in a coffee cup. The radio is
pumping out another old song, but I can’t place it,
and some lines from a poem slip through my mind
like shadowy ships sliding into the ‘Frisco fog
in a flickering Forties mystery movie.
We ought to be high on a windy hill, the sky
is up above the roof. The smoke from a cigarette
curls between us. A photograph of a French poet,
ash-heavy cigarette dangling from his lips
snaps up on the screen. Easter in New York.
“The girl with paper roses on her straw hat.
They sing through eternity who sing like that.”
The Belle of New York? Old films, old poems,
old songs, memories. Irene rustles the paper,
clinks a tea-spoon against the sugar-bowl.
The weak sun starts to climb high into a sky
of shifting clouds. Notes drift up from the street.
Easter eases in like a slowly-melting chocolate egg.
In my very first workshop, so at least a few more people know who he is now. Well, Tom had his address, which he mailed me. I then sent a short letter Jim, which I hope wasn’t too star-struck, along with a copy of The Black Light Engine Room. I was hoping the delish cover (by my delish Other Half – see earlier post) & excellent writing inside, would win him over & he’d send me some poems. Which he did. That I published in issue 12. Which made me very happy indeed.
Yeah, yeah, you’re thinking? And? Well, as well as being a poet Jim also has out a number of books of essays, which – truth to tell – I was a bit dubious about – Poets and essays, especially about poetry – see Bloodaxe’s ‘Angry Words’ – rarely work for me. Now this book Radicals, Beats & Beboppers (http://www.pennilesspress.co.uk/books/radicals.htm) was, as the title no doubt gives away, mostly about Americans. The Beats don’t interest me that much, and I really just don’t like Jazz etc. So I put it in the bathroom & read a bit each time I went to sit on the pot. Brilliant! Each article – and I read them all – was written for a magazine, so there’s no long meandering passages, or pointless ephemera. True, so of the subjects were a trifle obscure, but that’s the beauty of these, and his other books of essays – which I’m reading now. He’s a bit of an expert on the Beats, as well as a lifelong Jazz etc, and that’s where his heart, mostly, lies. I wrote again, and asked – without wanting to sound cheeky – if he hoped someone would write something similar about him, and in his reply he made out a small list of things he’d done and been involved, including this: http://bluefredpress.blogspot.co.uk/2013/06/classic-books-revisited-children-of.html, which I’d had on my shelf for over a decade & not realised he was in it! It was then that I realised how little I knew about poetry in this country, the history of small magazines in particular. Which is something I’m remedying at the moment.
Being in touch with someone so knowledgeable is great, as on top of getting more of his essays – I’m reading his 1st collection on my trips to the loo – he’s mentioned a few books to check out, the first of which was Cusp by Geraldine Monk (http://www.shearsman.com/ws-shop/category/1108-monk-geraldine/product/4087-geraldine-monk-cusp-recollections-of-poetry-in-transition) which has an interview with Jim, and a whole load of people I’d never heard of, talking about running small poetry mags/presses. There was quite a well respected magazine based in Hartlepool of all places! Its been very interesting, reading about their struggles – the old days before email and mobile phones! But more than anything its given me a boost personally, as I totally struggle with the whole what’s the point? thing when it comes to the mag/press. Well, I struggle with the whole what’s the point? with a lot of things I do, but the mag especially. That crisis of confidence is over now, which is nice. When I mentioned how ignorant I was Jim pointed me towards “British Poetry 1964-1984” by Martin Booth, which I’ve just started reading. I’ve also been jotting down some questions to ask Jim, which – hopefully – won’t make me sound like a total idiot, and we can feature in a future iss of the mag. Anyhoo…thanks for reading…
It’s bloody wet out! But…we’ve just had two cracking events as part of the Crossing The Tees Festival – one in Stockton & one in Boro. Some great performers at both events, which was nice. And issue 13 of the mag! The cover of this, which is by the multi-talented Sherrie Theriault, is the polar opposite to Jane’s cover for 12. The writing inside though…well, that’s as cracking as ever – and features quite a few poets who were new to our pages. Which is great. As per usual I had a brief attack of Oh fuck off! when I was putting the finishing touches to it, as well as not getting it actually finished til the Wednesday before the Saturday launch. Hey ho! I’ve got a very ambivalent attitude to a lot of things I do, and I can’t see it changing anytime soon…which is both a blessing and a curse.
This is my big push at being positive and making myself Blog, if for no other reason than to tell you that we’re accepting submissions for issue 14, which will be out in November! email@example.com