Thursday 17 November 2011

Back like a blograt




You probably haven't noticed that nothing much has been going on here at LoathingHQ recently. That's because I was doing other very important things like shaving my arse and singing gangsta rap to the elderly. They ruddy love it.

Well to occupy your fragile mind here are a few visual poems for you to hate.

Go away.


"Event Horizon: At the Alter"

"Incubation"



"Fishing"




Russell Jones

Thursday 18 August 2011

Eddiversary







It's the 1st anniversary of Scots Makar (Scots poet laureate) Edwin Morgan's death this week. If you don't know his work then I definitely recommend you check it out. You can read and listen to some here: 
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poetryarchive/singlePoet.do?poetId=1682


I interviewed Eddie in 2009, he was a lovely guy who is greatly missed by many. The Scottish Poetry Library has a small note on their blog, here: http://scottishpoetrylibrary.wordpress.com/

This is a poem (also published in an Edwin Morgan tribute anthology by SwissLoungeProductions) I'd written before Eddie died but that, to me, seems resonant now:



About Edwin Morgan



I believe too much that your white hair was once black,
that your ears are failing, that your oceanic eyes sit back,
loosely waving in your wheelchair. I thought you had a knack
for immortality, that your Whittrick never abandoned ship. In the snack
bar you revealed a dismal hump, a tented animal, long-blind, hunch-back,
half-paralysed and we were ready for that. But Eddie, how can we let the crack
of heaven wash the dishes? How can we hear Nessie’s song, save the white rhino, track
those distant, careful worlds? How can we light the cigarette without the fire of your lips? 




GO READ SOME OF HIS POETRY

Tuesday 9 August 2011

Captain Cliche at Captain's Bar



Arrrr, yo ho ho and...blergh. That's enough pirate noise. Shut up.

Well it's that time of year again, the time I seclude myself from society even further, sit in the darkness and vomit into my hands, laughing like a traffic cone. It's the Edinburgh Festival.

But for one night only I'll leave my hovel and scrape my way to Captain's Bar to deliver some words to the unwitting public.

It's free!
Doors open at 7, the evening starts at 7:30 and ends by 8:30
It's free to get in
Captain's Bar, South College St.  EH8 9AA
Did I mention it's free?
http://captainsedinburgh.webs.com/festivalhaversblethers.htm



Russell Jones

Friday 1 July 2011

Breaking Open the Medikit: Andrew Philip’s The Ambulance Box







Breaking Open the Medikit: Andrew Philip’s The Ambulance Box


The half-rusted first aid kit that attires the cover of Philip’s first book of poetry is apt: this is a book of halves and struggles. “A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words” said Robert Frost, and in The Ambulance Box this transformation is frequently – though not exclusively – fuelled by the death of Philip’s son, to whom the book is dedicated. The Ambulance Box takes on a new meaning, then, to its reader who is brought in to share the various trials of the father, the poet, who simultaneously memorialises trauma whilst attempting to distance himself from it.

The collection opens with one of a series of four “Hebridean Thumbnails” that are placed throughout the book. “islands buried in the sky’s white sands”, reads the first, under the Gaelic title “fo cheò” (which translates as ‘mist-covered’). The poem sets things in motion with a conciseness of word and image that is typical of Philip: no word is superfluous, each is simple but well considered, there is a link to the land but also a sense of beauty and isolation in tandem. The islands are made unreal by their contrast with the sky’s “white sand” which is concurrently transient (as mist) and concrete (as sand). There is a clear play on language structures too, made apparent through Philip’s use of English, Gaelic and Scots throughout the book but also through his use of ambiguity. Here “islands” which, when read aloud, shifts between the singular and the plural (‘islands buried’ -as merely image- and ‘island’s buried’ -as an active process) enact the uncertainty of physical and spiritual existence that riddle the collection.

Philip’s approach is frequently lyrical and formal but not without diversity.  One of the most successful series in the collection, “Pilgrim Variations” experiments with notions of exploration through its appealing use of enjambment and by successfully twinning opposing images and phrases to develop a sense of displacement:

1.      THE DEPARTURE BOARD

If it’s your avowed attempt , go then: leave
and live among us

separately. Laden like that, you can forget
a swift departure for all

your talk of high speed links to yonder
wicket gate.

The series maintains the electricity of its language, which is consistently unsettling but playful, whilst alternating its form to deliver a flowing narrative that seems irregular/unusual but frequently engaging.  That said, the formal structure of The Ambulance Box is not without its flaws: it too frequently reverts to two-line stanza structures which, although give a sense of prolonged and sustained theme, eventually lose their spark. This is the poet returning to what he knows and what he is good at yet it sometimes feels as though he is resting on his laurels. This is perhaps symptomatic of the frequent return to the internal struggles of the poet, the revealing of a mind in turmoil over attempts to remember or purposefully forget the past, which is bound to repeat itself in the mind and on the page.


Perhaps the most outstanding quality of The Ambulance Box comes from the poet’s inability to maintain a coherent understanding of his own feelings towards his son’s death. As such the collection becomes a portrait of confusion, chaos, inadequacy, attempts at reconciliation and understanding, of guilt and acceptance, and ultimately of love. But we are never made to feel sorry or pity, only to consider the nature and fragility of the human body and mind. Like those early islands buried in the sky’s white sand there is a great feeling of isolation brought about by a narrator who is habitually on the outside looking inward, but permeating this is an ore of hope, typified in the collection’s namesake poem, “The Ambulance Box”:

            ... our various wounds
are at home with the box

and all it contains.
                             Hear us,
shoulder to shoulder in the dusk,

celebrate life – sprained and splinted
broken
                        bandaged
                                                set to heal


In The Ambulance Box hope is bound by this unnamed community who sit “shoulder to shoulder” but never mouth to mouth. Hope resides in the mind of the individual, in the assurance of the physical presence of the world around, in language, in the very soil of its creation. The various written languages of the book are testament to the transient nature of the collection as a whole: almost everything is undergoing change. The land, however, is reliable, it sustains the nomadic mind of the poet who is split between worlds of isolation and community, peace and anguish; a concept most honestly spoken in the third of the “Hebridean Thumbnails”, “solus na stoirme” (‘Storm Light’):

where sky and land split         a fragment of grief flickers

This reliance of the stability of the land and its ability to revivify memory is no new thing, though Philip makes a point of drawing us toward it without overstating the cause. He creates community and stability through taking the lump in his throat, his lovesickness and successfully finding the words to voice them.  

Though not always hitting the high notes this collection works as a complete body to promote persistence of the human spirit. Philip’s voice is honest, its cause just. His understanding and exploitation of formal technique is apt and, at times, excitingly enigmatic. Some of the language experiments seem out of place (see his Scots rewriting of Rilke’s “Spanish Dancer”, which works in its own right but just sits awkwardly) or lack the same fervour of others in the book, though for the most part they offer an interesting contrast to his more emotive elements and help to develop ideas of difference and doubt which play well throughout this personal, challenging and experienced read.





Philip, Andrew, The Ambulance Box (London: Salt Publishing, 2009).



1/7/2011 






Russell Jones

Monday 27 June 2011

Round Robin for Rascals



Have you got children? How very dare you! No doubt they'll be running about causing havoc in the streets as you sit here idly tap tapping at your Microtoff Ap-full Bambino-pod. Just don't have any more, okay?

Well anyway because I love children so much I've been working on a round-robin sound poem for them to spew from their stupid little stupid smiley mouths.

The idea is that one group starts to read the poem and as they move to the next set of words another group begins to read the poem, and so on (depending on how many groups of mini-yous you have locked away). Something like this:

Evil minion group 1:   buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz
Evil minion group 2:   silence

Evil minion group 1: busy busy busy busy busy busy busy busy
Evil minion group 2: buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz buzz


The idea is it creates a hive of noise, a little like bees. The more of them the better I suppose: more honey.

Click the picture to make it massive






Russell Jones

Monday 20 June 2011

Shore Poets - 26 June 2011




I'll be reading alongside poets Jane McKie and Martin McIntyre, with music from Blue Flint.

26 June, 7:45pm - 10:15pm


The Wee Red Bar
Edinburgh College of Art
74 Lauriston Place
Edinburgh EH3 9DF

Day 7: Re-entry

Day 6: Whale

Saturday 18 June 2011

Day 5: The Illusionist

This is one of my favourite poems from my "Barracuda" collection





Russell Jones

Day 4: A Poem for Jordan

Okay so I missed a day. Sue me. No, go on, see just how little money you'll get.

It was Jordan Nielson's birthday yesterday so this poem, which I wrote for her when she left Scotland and headed back for Americaland, seems suitable. You can find out more about Jordan and her shenanigans in kid's lit here: http://www.therustykey.com/Welcome.html



Russell Jones

Thursday 16 June 2011

Day 3: Chromosome Medley

This is the poem which won 3rd place in the Genomics Forum Poetry Competition. Click it to enlarge and then use the magnifying glass that appears to get a good old look-see, you kinky git.





Russell Jones

Tuesday 14 June 2011

Kiss my face




Could it be Christmas already? Or your birthday, perhaps? What's that? No it's nothing to do with your recent success with the alcoholic nymphomaniac at the office party or a pity gift because you're so adorably lonesome. Though you are.

For the foreseeable future (I give it a week) I'll be posting a poem a day for you to love, hate or be completely indifferent to.

The first one is inspired by a painting (above) by a rather marvelous and strange artist friend of mine, Daniel Young.

(click to  ENLARGE)





Russell Jones

Monday 13 June 2011

Shhh Wan, it's a library




The AHRC-funded "Poetry Beyond Text" exhibition has kicked off at the Scottish Poetry Library. Berets and bongos are flying, the books are covered in vomit, blood and a little bit of wee.

Come along to the SPL on Wednesday 15th June to hear a menagerie of poets read their work for the "Chinese Whispers" event. The collection is formed by artists and poets who responded to one another's work through their various mediums.

There might be free wine! And fist fights! And me, drinking the maybe-free wine!

Starts at 6pm



Russell Jones

Thursday 19 May 2011

Manuscripts A-go-go





Since the dawn of my poetry writing "career" I've written X to the power of X poems. Most of them are rubbish.  But like a mushroom on a turd, from the crap pile emerge two decent collections of words.

I've finally put together two manuscripts of poetry which I have written (pretty much) in the past 5 years. But I've no publisher - - see where this is headed? Use yer noggin'

As a lesser form I've sent them off to a few publishing folks in the past and had some mightily fine rejections including "we love this but you're not Welsh". Never have those words hurt so much.

So if you know a publisher who's just dying for mushrooms, send them my way and you can rub my belly. A  FREE sample (the first is free, after that you pay...any way you can) is below, "Barracuda" (a kind of surreal sea-side jaunt):


Click to enlarge. Ohh yeh you like that...





Russell Jones

Tuesday 17 May 2011

Shore Arches



Where have I been? Where have YOU been? You never call any more, I'm starting to think that night we had was just a joke. And to think I loved you.  I opened my heart and let you crawl in like Luke Skywalker in that ubiquitous arctic scene. You scumbag. Kiss me.

Well it's been some time since I last posted anything so here are two mind-bendingly astonishing events for you to add to your diary so your life seems a little less like natural yoghurt and a bit more like popping candy milkshake blended with cocaine and dark rum:


The Arches, Glasgow,
24 May, 7pm to infinity

Short film night Focus Left returns following its launch last year – and a highly successful youth edition at Glasgow Film Festival.

I'll be reading Edwin Morgan's science fiction poem, "In Sobieski's Shield" over Dan Warren's short film based on the poem, to live music.


Shore Poets, Lot, 4–6 Grassmarket, Edinburgh EH1 2JU
26 June, 7:45 - 10:15pm
Jane McKie
A night where magical poets hit you with their wands:

Jane McKie
The Mark Ogle Memorial Award
Martin McIntyre, Russell Jones
Music: Blue Flint







Russell Jones

Tuesday 12 April 2011

Plod Cast



Hear Ryan Van Winkle interview myself and Sophie Cooke on the Scottish Poetry Library pod cast. Do it.
http://scottishpoetrylibrary.podomatic.com/entry/2011-04-12T01_03_14-07_00


Russell Jones

Friday 8 April 2011

Science Pestival



Fat and lazy as we all are, I'm sure we'd like more time to waste shovelling corn down our gullets and fraternising with daytime crapavision.

Well, since I work in a school I get school holidays so can do exactly that. Ha! You and your stinking "real job" suck. Bet you feel really stupid now, don't you, Thicko McJob?

Sadly I seem to have filled my man hours with "things" involving "people" and "stuff". Mainly because it's International Science Festival (http://www.sciencefestival.co.uk/) time here in Edinburgh. So here is a list of things (that you won't give a pigeon foot about but) I am involved in next week:

12 April (6:30-9:30pm, if you believe it), "Desert Island Poems"
Me, Ryan Van Winkle, Harry Giles and Peggy Hughes talk about our favourite poems and poets at the Central Library boardroom, Edinburgh

13 April (6:30pm-infinity), "Genomics Forum Poetry Competition"
Myself and Sophie Cooke (who won the competition, damn her) will read our winning/runner-up (damn me) poems to the public at the Scottish Poetry Library, Edinburgh

14 April (6-7:30pm) "Nothing but the Poem (science fiction poetry)"
Lilias Fraser hosts a group discussion on sci-fi poems, of which I've been enlisted (payment in wine and Pringles) to offer my tuppence at the Scottish Poetry Library, Edinburgh

Also watch the skies (or this site) for my SPL Podcast on science fiction and science in poetry, due to be broadcast soon. It was a 30 minute interview but likelihood is my segment will be 30 seconds because I kept swearing and/or giggling like a little school girl.


Peace, wimp




Russell Jones

Thursday 31 March 2011

A Friendly Slam in the Labyrinth





What do you get when you cross poetry with horse racing? Why, SLAM poetry competitions, of course!

Claire Askew, the one-woman poetry events machinatron, organised and very successfully hosted an entertaining and vibrant night of variety from Edinburgh poets. The night took on the form of a poetry SLAM, a concept  in which poets compete for the attention of a crowd/judge. Usually. But “This Collection Friendly Poetry Slam”, as it had been dubbed, had more to promote than just high-octane delivery.

The format of the night worked as follows:
1)      Each poet performs a 2.5 minute set (no going over, a buzzer tells you to get the hell out)
2)      They are graded by all the other poets in the room based on:
·         Content (marks out of 10)
·         Delivery (marks out of 10)
·         Overall feelings (marks out of 10)
3)      Scores are collected, totted up, and those with the least points are brandished and banished
4)      Repeat the process with fewer poets until one emerges as the overlord of everything versifiable

The Winner of the evening was Young Dawkins who, we were reminded, is the Scottish Poetry Slam Champion of 2011. And it was easy to see why he had earned the title. Dawkins performed a passionate and personal set, combining a witty American charm with solid poems. He won by a fair distance though there were notable pieces worth much greater praise than they received through the voting system.  As with any reading of this kind, humour tended to get the greatest reaction, sometimes leaving more potent and potentially better poetry in its laughing gas. As such those who opted for a more serious issue or tone in the first heat quickly found themselves sat in the sin bin for their attempts. One such casualty was Andrew Phillips, whose calibre was shockingly overlooked. I, of course, took the easy “funny man” route and whored myself out with gags and meaningless tripe to score poetry points and lessen my worth as a human being.

The night was an enjoyable one, though, holding a friendly atmosphere and quick pace that kept things interesting. If you didn’t like a poet you only had to put up with them for 2.5 minutes, much like my love life. Ho. Ho. Ho. Ahahaaha. Ergh. “This Collection Friendly Poetry Slam” was thankfully (for me, at least) low on the “rap” style I’d become accustomed to in poetry SLAM scenes (see the poem posted below which details my thoughts on this kind of reading “style”. It was also the first poem I read on the night), hopefully inducing the birth of a beautiful poetry baby which casts away an emphasis on the quality of performance and emphasises the importance of meaningful words being said in a meaningful way. Come here, precious poetry babe, and suck on daddy’s milkless, putrid teat.

All in all an enjoyable evening of energy and poetry. Each finalist (Winner, Young Dawkins, 2nd place Stephen Welsh, 3rd Chris Lindores, also notably, in close 4th place, Colin McGuire) deserved their place and are no doubt poets worth watching out for in the future. "This Collection Friendly Poetry Slam" had the usual (and potentially unavoidable) temptations of gags over graft, even some rapping at times, but offered a new, refreshing direction for slamming in the city.



(I came 8th)






Russell Jones

Thursday 24 March 2011

Wham. Bam. Poetry Slam.



I have a strong disliking for poetry slams. They're up there with child abuse and mass murder. Well, maybe slightly below them. Slightly.

If you don't know what a "poetry slam" is and you're a complete bastard like me then you've had a lucky escape from this particular potent art form. Until now: it's a competitive form of poetry where people frequently "rap" their words to hide their emptiness.

Like Batman ("To defeat fear you must become fear"), I aim to defeat this evil by infiltrating it and corroding it from the inside. As such I have agreed to take part in a poetry slam organised by poetic pie-poker Claire Askew. The line up actually has a number of very decent poets who I'm hoping have a similar regime. They can be my Robins.

Details are:

March 30 · 7:00pm - 10:30pm

Location
The Banshee Labyrinth
Niddry Street
Edinburgh
Scotland
GB
Europe
The World
The Milky Way
The vacuum of my soul

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=154669214593910

If you come and vote for me then you too can have a part in saving Gothburgh from total annihilation.



Russell Jones

Tuesday 15 February 2011

Shut me - it's a Morgan fest!




Due to the various encroaching deadlines in my life (including my death) I vowed to only give one lecture/talk/paper/babble crapmajig this year. Turns out I've agreed to give 4. Ooops.

So here they are in chronological order, for your amusement. Do come along if you feel so inclined. Offerings, bribes and human sacrifices are gratefully accepted:


17 February 2011 (9am-4:30pm)
"Planet Wave: A Starry Introduction to The Science Fiction Poetry of Edwin Morgan"
EUSA Postgraduate interdisciplinary conference
Teviot Row House, Edinburgh University
http://www.eusa.ed.ac.uk/postgraduateconference/


23 February 2011 (5pm-6pm)
"Virtual and Other Realities: Parallel Worlds and Parallel Lives in Edwin Morgan's Science Fiction Poetry"
Edinburgh University Literature Department, Work in Progress Papers
2nd floor, 18 Buccleuch Place, Edinburgh University
http://www.englit.ed.ac.uk/postgraduate/PhDResearch.htm


8-10 April 2011

"Science Fiction, Science Fact and Representing Reality in the Poetry of Edwin Morgan"
British Society for Literatures and Sciences 6th Annual Conference
Homerton College, Cambridge
http://www.bsls.ac.uk/events/bsls-2011-conference/


12 April 2011 (from 6:30pm)

"Desert Island Poems" - Ryan Van Winkle, Harry Giles and me talking about poems and poets
Boardroom, Central Library, Edinburgh



13 April 2011 (from 6:30pm)

Winners of the Genomics Poetry Competition (including myself, I assume) reading their work
Scottish Poetry Library, Edinburgh








Russell Jones

Monday 31 January 2011

New Scientist on Genomics



Kelley Swain's articulate article on the Genomics Forum Poetry Competition results, for which I got third place. Read it here!
http://www.newscientist.com/blogs/culturelab/2011/01/genomic-poetry.html



Russell Jones

Sunday 30 January 2011

No competition



A little while ago I wrote an article on winning poetry competitions for Mairi Sharratt's blog, A Lump In the Throat.

It got crap reviews so I thought I'd share it with you! Enjoy

http://alumpinthethroat.wordpress.com/2010/12/21/enough-with-scratch-cards-how-to-enter-and-win-poetry-competitions/#comments


Russell Jones

Saturday 29 January 2011

Eargh, you stink!




Ever wonder why you stink so much? I mean, you wash, right? You use sanitary products. And yet you still reek of failure, self loathing and -worst of all- humanity.

Well maybe it's in your genes. There have been many objections to genetic selection throughout history, though more recently against those freakish (wo)men in white coats who help you recover from cancer but "ought not play god".

Well pah. Pish and pith posh.

Genetic selection has been going on since boy met girl, since dinosaur ate falafel. You're probably selecting which gene carriers won't make it to conception right now, on your filthy pleasure-flannel. Wash out yer eyes! Filth.

And this be the premise of my "3rd place" poem written for the Genomics Forum's poetry competition, which held the theme of "Improving the Human".

The winning and runner up poems can be read on this site: http://www.genomicsnetwork.ac.uk/forum/news/title,24368,en.html

and the judges' report here
(http://www.genomicsnetwork.ac.uk/media/judges_report.pdf) - so far as I can tell they're a pretty good bunch.






Russell Jones

Tuesday 25 January 2011

Fear of The Main Land



A little sonnet of mine has appeared, fairy-like, on Euonia (a site whose name makes me think they're against banana straightening)

Oh and it's Burn's Night, for a' that. Eat haggis. Retch. Eat some more.


http://eunoiareview.wordpress.com/2011/01/26/lights/



Russell Jones

Tuesday 18 January 2011

A Word from the Scottish Poetry Library




Synthia is 42, alone, hungry and in need of a sense of humour. Just two pounds a month could help her to open a collection of Hegley. Don't let her suffer in silence, Improve The Human.

Come along to the Scottish Poetry Library on Saturday 29th January (2-4pm) to find out about the possible connections between genomics and poetry and to hear who the winners of the Genomics Forum Poetry Competition are. Synthia will thank you.



Saturday 29 January, 2 - 4pm

Genomics Poetry Competition: Prize giving and reading

Have you ever wondered what genetics and poetry have in common? Join us to find out, as we host a reading by the winners of the ERSC Genomics and Scottish Poetry Library poetry competition.
Free | all welcome

Edinburgh

Scottish Poetry Library, 5 Crichton's Close, Canongate



Russell Jones