Tim Cresswell – Four Poems


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Originally posted on The Stare's Nest:

List sonnet on justice

Striking north over Brooklyn, Sam reads billboards
laughing at one which says – for justice call
( 3 1 8 ) 5 6 8 – 1 2 3 4
kicking off a kind of catalogue

           For peace… Send a stamped, addressed envelope
           Equality….25% off, one week only
           Beauty!…like us on Facebook!

Well, I know you know how that poem goes.

So perhaps I would let myself ramble
Like Ginsberg. Like Whitman. Like America.

Billboards, oversize flags, sincere
New England apples, brown bodies and red barns

maples in fall, the calls of children with yarmulkes playing softball in the parking lot.

But I was left with a sonnet and a sad refrain
We’re not in right now. So please leave your name….

Karl Marx in Tesco(after Allen Ginsberg) I saw you, Karl Marx, stateless, lonely aged prophet, in Tesco, wandering…

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Place: An Introduction. Second Edition. New Cover

It is always a nice moment when a cover for a book arrives in the mail. I have just finished the index for Place: An Introduction (second edition). The book in now more inter-disciplinary, reflecting the interest shown in it by disciplines well beyond the always-permeable walls of geography. It has more philosophy, sections on art, DigiPlace, architecture and more. The cover is a photo by Ben Murphy, a wonderful photographer now doing a practice-led PhD in geography at Royal Holloway. See http://www.benmurphy.co.uk for more.


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The Writing Process – Blog Tour

What am I working on?

The answer to this just changed. In April I would have said that I was getting towards completing my second collection – called erratic. The collection was going to be in two parts. The first was a selection of about 25-40 shortish poems of themes of travel and displacement while the second was a 25 part sequence called Fence Furthest North about a fence in Svalbard (supposedly the northernmost fence in the world – who knows). Then I was lucky enough to go to the Banff Centre in Alberta, Canada for a month long “Writing Studio” under the mentorship of the Canadian poets Karen Solie and Suzanne Buffam and the American poet Srikanth Reddy. The Writing Studio programme is aimed at writers who already have a first book out so I was also accompanied by 23 excellent writers as well as the mentors for the narrative writers including Greg Hollingshead, Dionne Brand and Gail Jones. I am not sure that anything quite like this programme exists anywhere else – a whole month surrounded by mountains, elk, bears and writing, writing, writing. Anyway – back to the story. I was aiming to polish up the collection and get it ready to send out. I just needed a few more poems. Well, to cut to the chase, Srikanth (Chicu) Reddy was suitably enthused by the sequence to suggest it might benefit from being expanded to become a whole book. This meant embracing some tendencies in my writing that I have resisted – a more ‘clever’ and ‘experimental’ mode of writing that connects most directly to my work as an academic who is quite fond of ‘theory’. I have quite a catholic taste in poetry and can be moved by both short traditional lyric poems and long, complicated whole book sequences that are in a more modernist mode. I don’t have much time for the camps that disparage one another frequently. But that does present some problems when I am writing in both modes and I have doubts about both. Anyway – I worked on the sequence and it is now 42 segments and close to being complete (just three more segments in my head that I need to find inspiration/time/space for). The sequence included my own visit to Svalbard and my encounter with the fence as well as poetic renditions of journals of previous visitors from 1613 and 1838. There is concrete poety, erasure, noun-heavy Lorine Neidecker objectivism and sly, pop-culture references. The themes are travel, territory, whaling, northern-ness and language. Oh – and, of course, there is still the collection of short poems – erratic. So one collection has become two. And, while I have your attention, I am completing the prose section of my PhD in Creative Writing at Royal Holloway with Jo Shapcott. This is an account of poetry and place which I call topo-poetics which draws on Aristotle, Heidegger and contemporary phenomenology to look at Elizabeth Bishop, John Burnside, Don McKay and Jorie Graham. I plan to add Lorine Neidecker and Jack Spicer and then see if I can find a publisher.

How does my work differ from others in the genre?

Well my work represents a combination of a life only I have lived on the one hand, and over twenty years of being a professional human geographer on the other (obviously the latter is part of the former). These are the preoccupations I bring to my work. So thematically they tend to draw on my travels and the places I have lived as well as my concern for landscapes and places and the ways we (I, mostly) relate to them. So they are about place, belonging, travel, displacement and lack of belonging. Stylistically I tend to like a spare, adjective-free style with plenty of space. I am not a noisy poet. I also like poems that are slightly removed from their object – that look at things from a distance. There is a lot of looking in my work. “I” am often absent. I quite like thinking through poetry. If there is one piece of advice I have heard over and over it is not to have an ‘idea’ for a poem – or not to let ideas drive poems. I have tried to write idea-free poems and have only recently embraced the possibility that it might be ok to write poems driven by ideas (abstractions). I saw Alice Oswald read recently in Boston and she was asked about American poetry and she said she admired its ability to tackle ideas and that she could not do that. I am not sure if she was being serious or giving a coded criticism. But it is certainly true that there is a more intellectual bent to much of the work being done over here than back in the UK. I quite like that.

Why do I write what I do?

I don’t really know the answer to this. I know that is something I enjoy immensely. It feels like it has no ulterior motive – it is just itself. The specific themes that preoccupy me might come from being born to an airforce family that moved around quite a bit. I think I went to five primary schools. Since leaving school I have never lived anywhere for longer than 7 years. I have no really deep attachment to anywhere but envy those who do. But I also like the endless possibilities of other places which I fall for again and again. I can get off a plane sick from travel and it only takes a few days to think of the next trip. I look at contrails from planes in the sky in the same way people used to talk about the lure of the train’s whistle in the American Midwest (British trains don’t have alluring whistles). In addition to these quite embodied senses I am also generally fascinated with the way people attach themselves or do not attach themselves to the world. And how those attachments (or lack of them) mess up the earth so much. I love things that are a little out of place – that don’t seem to belong. It may be that that is all I ever write about.

How does my writing process work

There are several ways poems come about for me. One is simply based on a line or sound that catches my attention – something I want to work with. Often I am inspired by reading other poems. I tend to work with books by my side which vary depending on which mood I am in. I often have Elizabeth Bishop moods or Jen Hadfield moods. Sometimes I am in more of an Anne Carson or Lorine Neidecker frame of mind. I think it will take decades of doing this over and over again before something that might be more purely me might emerge. I am happy to be derivative in the sense that blues musician might do blues songs over and over hoping to get it right. Sometimes it is an idea that drives a poem. I will want to write a poem about something in particular. I have been trying to write a poem about turbulence – a turbulent poem – without much success. Sometimes it is even a form that I want to try on for size. I walk around with poems in my head as companions. I like this stage – having company – and get antsy if there no poem I am thinking about. At some point I write in a note book – a few lines or perhaps something resembling a whole poem. I often arrange poems into sonnets or into couplets just to see how they look. I also change points of view and tenses. I write poems and then take away the endings or beginnings – sometimes I turn endings into beginnings. Another moment I enjoy is typing them out so they look like a poem on the screen and then the page. But this has the danger of thinking they might be finished. There are usually moments months, or even years, later when a sudden jolt and rearrangement makes the poem approach its final form. It amazes me how they can exist so long before something suddenly becomes obvious about how the poem needs to be.

For the next stop on the blog tour (coming next week) please visit Joanna Lilley‘s blog.

Joanna Lilley is a writer living in Whitehorse, Yukon, Canada. Her poetry collection, The Fleece Era was published by Brick Books in 2014 and her short story collection, The Birthday Books is due to be published by Hagios Press in 2015. Her poems are widely published in leading Canadian poetry magazines.

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Poetry Reading and JazzPoetry Collaboration at Banff.

Just returned from a month in the Banff Centre – back to world of broken washing machines, shopping and beds that don’t get made daily. Below are links to a poetry reading I did and a video of the jazz/poetry collaboration. The music was made out of thin air by the wonderful Mara Nesrallah in about 24 hours….



Blues Sonnet for Lost Birds Performance (Video)

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Banff – and Topo-poetics

I have the good fortune of being selected for a Writers’ Studio month at the Banff Centre which I am halfway through. It has been an amazingly productive time surrounded by spectacular mountains and 23 other Studio participants who are amazingly talented. I am getting invaluable input from the Studio leaders – the poets Karen Solie, Srikanth Reddy and Suzanne Buffam. The main point is to get close to completing a second collection of poetry. It looks as though this is now two collections – one collection of shorter poems called erratic and one long sequence of more experimental work called Fence Furthest North based on my adventures in Svalbard.

The second purpose of this retreat is to complete the prose section of my PhD in Creative Writing which I am completing under the supervision/mentorship of Jo Shapcott at Royal Holloway. The poems are complete – so just 30,000-40,000 words of exegesis/commentary/theory to complete. I am close. I am working on the introduction (always a sign that things are drawing to a close) defining what I mean by topo-poetics. This will soon emerge as a book – Topo-poetics: Six Poets on Place. The term topo-poetics draws on the Greek topos. I combine its two meanings in Aristotle and after. The first is well known to geographers and means, essentially, ‘location’ or, in later writers, ‘place’. This has been developed through Malpas’ work on Heidegger to a richer notion of engagement with place well beyond location. The second meaning of topos in Aristotle is less well known to geographers and is derived from Aristotle’s rhetoric and refers the correct form in which to make an argument. These two uses are fused in my definition of topo-poetics in which the correct form and a concern with place are mapped on to one another in a geography of the poem as well as geographies in the poem.

This concept is then developed in four poets for the PhD – Elizabeth Bishop, John Burnside, Don McKay and Jorie Graham – with two more to add for the book which I hope to finish this year – probably Lorine Niedecker and Jack Spicer.

In other news – the second edition of Place: A Short Introduction is now with the press and should come out this year. It is now 50% longer and called Place: An Introduction. I am looking forward to seeing the cover soon.

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2013 – Other highlights

Poetry certainly seems to take up the larger part of my mind in 2013 but there were some other highlights. Not necessarily things that were produced/released in 2013 – just things I saw, read, heard in 2013.

1) Seeing “The Book of Mormon”….I don’t even like South Park that much – but this was so funny and deeply, deeply subversive. Truly postcolonial.

2) Reading the novel Open City by Teju Cole – Sebald in the City -and African to boot. Brilliant

3) Barbara Kingsolver’s novel – Flight Behavior. I loved her early short stories but lost faith a while back – then gave this a go. The central image of Monarch butterflies fluttering across an Appalachian valley is moving – and pertinent given recent news stories of lost and diminishing butterflies. Keep reading Nicholson Baker – and Traveling Sprinkler was deeply funny and resonant (The Mezzanine remains an all time classic – a novella length study of moving one flight up an escalator).

4) Reading (several times over) Explore Everything by Bradley Garrett. I supervised the PhD this is based on and it was a joy. I am proud of the end product. Expect a lot more! Have been most deeply inspired by reading various Michel Serres and Manuel DeLanda books – thanks to another successful PhD student – Craig Martin – for these tips.

5) Music – loved Arcade Fire’s Reflecktor but not quite as much as the Suburbs. Discovered Phosphorescent. Saw Monsters and Men on the insistence of my son in Shepherd’s Bush – now on my playlist. Saw Fiona Apple live in Boston and she was brilliant – vulnerable, strong, kooky, creative and talented with percussion on headgear. One of the most startling live performances I have ever seen. I am as big a Dylan fan as anyone in the world but even I did not believe that Self Portrait could be rescued until the latest instalment of the Bootleg series. Went to See the Gypsy is a highlight as is I threw it all away. Johnny Flynn live. Laura Marling’s new album. Listening to Bon Iver endlessly. The National. Two people I know and admire released great new albums – the sustained slow boil atmospherics of Anne Watts and Boister’s Your Would is Your Crown is top notch.

Also the Fugitives released Everything Will Happen. Full of anthemic banjo-driven stadium folk – AND this wonderful reflection on the difficulties of life and death.

6) Films – lot of good ones. An old movie – Big Bad Love – finally got the DVD and loved it. Just saw Inside Llewelyn Davis with high hopes – it fell slightly flat but since then it has grown stronger in my head as I think about its Ulysses like structure and studied shaggy cat story nature. Loved Blue is the Warmest Colour despite the controversy. Philomena  was brilliantly acted and powerful. Saw all these at the Coolidge Corner Theatre near our new home in Brookline. A lovely proper movie theatre with a community feel. Mud  was suitably filthy alt-Americana – even when seen on the Queen Mary II. Saw the DVD of Sarah Polley’s Stories We Tell – a genre-bending auto-documentary of sheer brilliance.

Well this is all based on a sudden urge to account for such things at the end of New Year’s Day 2014 after a Gin Martini and several glasses of wine – I am sure more highlights will re-emerge…but these all meant something to me.

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2013 – Some poets that have moved me.

Reading lots of list in the papers and on line put me in a reflective mood. A number of different things that I have read have moved me this year and will undoubtedly stay with me and worm their way into my own writing.

This has been very much a year of poetry for me – including, of course, the release of Soil. My bookshelves are groaning under the weight of slim volumes. The best advice ever given to a writer (ten times more important than the second best bit of advice) is read.

1) Lorine Niedecker – Lake Superior and Paean to Place.  I discovered Niedecker in a bookshop near the Cooper Union in New York. On the table of recent and recommended was an attractive beige (not two words normally seen together) slim plain volume with the words Lake Superior on the cover. Inside is one poem that manages to be both long (over several pages) and slight at the same time. Short lines, each word doing the work it needs to. The rest of the book is voluminous notes and essays. In poetry workshops we are told to think about each word and get them in the right order – get rid of words that do not need to be there. If everyone did that then poems would be like Lake Superior – geologically precise. An inspiration for my own writing of a sequence in progress set in Svalbard. Niedecker lived in Wisconsin and scrubbed floors – her work loved by important (male) poets but largely ignored by most – a kind of objectivist Emily Dickenson. Much of her life and her relationship to place is conveyed by the moving and watery Paean to Place – sometimes Wasteland-like in its aqueous insistence. The best use of alliteration I can remember. Beautiful spaciness.

      Water lily mud
My life
in the leaves and on water
My mother and I
in swale and swamp and sworn
to water

A great reading (once you get past the superfluous watery noises) can be found here

2) Frank Bidart – Metaphysical Dog. Sometimes you have to see and hear a poet for it to hit home. I have read and admired Bidart in a cool kind of way for a while. But listening to him in Cambridge (MA) library did it for me. This book manages to ruminate on highly abstract and consequential themes while operating on emotional, intellectual and bodily levels all at once. Elegy for Earth imagines looking back at Earth after it has ended.

“Those who are the vessels of revelation

or who think that they are


us with the promise of rescue”

3) Jorie Graham Place. Another poet I tried hard to ‘get’ for the longest time and it suddenly clicked with this collection and a title I could not ignore. Graham inhabits forms she uses over and over again. This time, long lines with shorter ones hanging off of them. Ruminations on the space between the microscopic detail of life (pruning a wisteria) and the grand themes of space and time. A book more about the idea of place (and time) rather than places (and times). I have written an essay on this and sent it to the American Poetry Review. Here’s hoping.

4) Sue Goyette Ocean and Outskirts. I find Canadian poetry speaks to me in unusual ways for someone brought up in a nondescript town in Oxfordshire – all domestic interiors and vast tracts of wilderness. Don McKay and Karen Solie remain huge favourites. But this year I discovered Sue Goyette in beautiful books produced by Brick and Gaspareau (as a side note – why do these presses manage to produce such stunningly beautiful books with thick paper and appealing covers – the future of books I think). Goyette layers languages from specialist texts with her own embodied take on the wild world of oceans and suburbs. Ocean is 56 poems about the ocean set in Halifax or there about. Here is an extract from ‘Five’

The incline to our streets was first invented

as an easy way to feed the ocean tethered

to the end of them, We’d roll down bottles

of the caught breath of our gifted sermons.

We’d drag skeins of dream talk. Little hoofed

arguments. The ocean was a beast in our care

and it was in our best interest to keep it fed.

Outskirts has plenty of ocean and fog in it too – but uses slightly longer lines to interlace reports on erosion (for instance) and more human landscapes in startling ways.

5) Katherine Larson – Radial Symmetry. Science and poetry brought together by a research scientist. I find the language of science extraordinarily rich for the poet. And it is used to great effect here. Love at Thirty-Two Degrees starts with dissecting a squid.

That was the thing

there was no blood

only textures of gills folded like satin,

suction cups like planets in rows.

and then, at the end

Science  -

beyond pheromones, hormones, aesthetics of bone,

every time I make love for love’s sake alone,

I betray you.

6) Tony Hoagland – Incorporated Persons in the Late Honda Dynasty. A very different collection of poems – amusing, political, populist even. Brilliant pacing and timing. Acute observations of popular culture and everyday life. I was laughing aloud in the London Review of Books Bookstore where I found it.

After I heard  It’s a Hard Rain’s a-Gonna Fall

played softly by an accordion quartet

through the ceiling speakers at the Springdale Shopping Mall,

I understood: there’s nothing

we can’t pluck the stinger from

The collection includes a hysterical take on Britney Spears, cell-phone sounds, the differences in language between parents and their children – you get the picture. The contrast between the poems here and the poems in the books above is quite stark but I love both the spacy reflective engagement with the stuff of the earth and the funny, sharp engagement with the modern human world. I find myself writing in both these ways and it can be quite disorientating getting a continuity in tone while doing that.

7) D.A. Larson – Useless Landscape, or, A Guide for Boys.  This one had to be for me with a title like that. The insides are full of poems and prose-poems on history of both the land and the self. It mixes some of the concerns for the land with sly references to the popular now. And plays with form and space in interesting ways too. There is more body in this book too – in this case, a gay body. Geography, history and libido all mixed up thoughtfully. Here is The Price of Funk in Funkytown

Because I have no sense

and I like the way it sounds:

if I was to buy me a little place,

I’d buy me some bottomland.

The reason that the bus is always stopping here

is that it used to stop here.

Nothing’s bound to change until we make it change.

“I’ll get off when I want,” the gentleman announces.

“I’m getting very old. Besides

I’m leaving.”

I realise that all of these poets are north American. That seems to be where my head is at at the moment. I have really enjoyed many British poets too. Nick Laird’s new book is great for instance (though a kind of trans-Atlantic sensibility permeates it with one foot in NYC). I keep returning to Kathleen Jamie to get a sense of a spare and beautiful reflection on humans in ‘nature’. Jean Sprackland’s earlier books are great though I have not read the most recent yet. My ‘stablemate’, Claire Trevien, is a wonderful poet who is getting a lot of deserved attention.

But perhaps the thing that has moved me most is this video of Matthew Dickman reading – I was lucky enough to see him early in the year at the Poetry Cafe in London.

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