When poets go to war
It's time for the Poetry Society to reconnect with the grassroots.
By Daniel Barrow Published 16 August 2011 18:10Being a poet, or being interested in poetry, looks bad enough. It's the dowdy aunt or eccentric brother of the literary world: once the dominant form in terms of sales, exposure and cultural capital, until displaced by the novel starting in the 1840s, in the 21st century it's considered a strictly minority art form. Those who write it are either inappropriately emotive teenagers or spinsters whose efforts could better be turned towards ceramics or local history. But when poetry gets into the papers, it gets worse still. The debacle over the election for Oxford Professor of Poetry in 2009, with accusations of both sexism and foul play and its subsequent postponement, made the poetry world look like a small and fractious place.
And then things got even worse. There were increasingly obvious problems at the top of the Poetry Society, the main charitable organisation for poetry in the UK, visible in a series of high-profile resignations. But no explanation for these convulsions was forthcoming until a group of members, formed in an online campaign by the poet Kate Clanchy, pressed for an Emergency General Meeting at which they demanded answers. When said EGM occurred, what came out was a litany of mismanagement by the board and personal spats spiralling out of control - George Szirtes has a good summary here. The board agreed to step down, but only after a few seething months of controversy.
The coverage of the affair has, as poet Polly Clark has pointed out, been very one-sided, "a lazy kind of PR for the Board... with added parmesan shavings of insinuation about the ex-Director Judith Palmer". There are, as others have made clear, a great many dedicated, capable and enthusiastic members still participating in the Society at a local level, and in the Society's many activities (such as its education section). Nonetheless, the Society looks discredited.
The fact is that, as throughout the history of poetry in the 20th century, much - and much of the most interesting - activity in recent years has taken place outside the institutional parts of the poetry world. Small presses, live events and new magazines being set up by young poets have become the main loci of poetic innovation in this country (discounting, of course, the usual old bastions of neo-modernism). Increased access to print publishing and the web has fostered an expansion of outlets for young poets run on a DIY basis. Brash, irreverent, incorporating vast swathes of pop-culture forms and material - video-games, spam, chunks of sampled text - and frequently surreal, the work of poets like Simon Barraclough, James Wilkes, Kristen Irving and Rachael Allen has injected life into a scene that can sometimes seem to just be ticking over on the margins. It's come out through magazines and e-zines like Pomegranate, New Trespass and Fuselit, through presses like Sidekick Books, Penned in the Margins and Donut Press, run out of flats and, just occasionally, offices. And all this has happened without support, or even much attention, from the main institutions and organs of British poetry. Many of the poets in this new generation of writers have little in common with those who currently dominate the poetic mainstream, who are patronised by the big poetry publishers and control the main journals and funding bodies - they are, in fact, closer to the groups of experimental poets who, starting in the 1960s and '70s, produced a thriving poetic counter-culture and small-press scene in Britain. Regarding the goings-on at the Poetry Society, cynics might well say: "Who cares?" But what implications does they have for the poetry scene?
David Keenan's claim, in an essay published in The Wire in July, that the slashing of state support for the arts would foster small-scale and radical culture that refuses the "narcotic compromises" of an art world sponsored on the basis of economic impact, "social worth" and accessibility, isn't really borne out in the case of poetry. Arts Council money that kept alive mediocre work also gave a start to Stop Sharpening Your Knives and its associated Egg Box Press, and a host of small presses - those putting out more traditional and newer or more experimental work alike - depend on their annual infusion of cash to put out work for which there is a small market. Moreover, the role that the Poetry Society, in particular, plays in all of this is at a tangent to the problem.
For Tom Chivers, director of Penned in the Margins and a board member of the Poetry Book Society, there is little connection. On the one hand, there is "a lot of work to be done" in terms of the full representation of spectrum of poetry by these institutions, and the Society's role is "not really relevant" to Penned in the Margins. But the Poetry Society still plays a vital role in the "poetry ecosystem". They play "a very different role" from the indie organisations and the poets that support and constitute them - in terms of education programs, the National Poetry Competition, local work with Stanzas, the network of local poetry groups, and so on; the Society's performance shouldn't be understood in terms of how much newer poets are interacting with it. The press coverage of recent events at the Poetry Society, not to mention the mishandling of how it was dealt with publicly, he says, has made what was "a purely organisational problem" seem like a real crisis.
The poet, editor and novelist Jane Holland agrees to some extent, but feels there is definite room for improvement. "I would be glad to see a return to a more inclusive programme at the Poetry Society, and by that I don't necessarily mean 'anyone who writes poetry' but a better understanding and sympathy for the aims and achievements of the small presses, including smaller magazines." The vast extent and diversity of the poetry world - "we have many different schools of poetry, we have multiple cliques and ghettos, we have new and established alternative presses, we even have the looming possibilities of digital poetry" - do not "seem to make it into the consciousness of the Poetry Society". A re-engagement between the small presses and grassroots groups and the Society is necessary: "it's about time we returned to a position of cheerful amateurism".
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14 comments
The opening of this piece irks me. You don't know much about poetry if you think it is a marginal art form. It's marginal only by capitalist/consumerist measures. Otherwise it's a vital and very widespread art form.
Also, the assumption that small DIY web publishing is somehow inherently better poetry than that of institutional variety is wrong. A little surfing will turn up scads of inferior work. Both spheres have their fair share of dreck.
Actually Mr Divine, both of them would probably get at least one poem each out of the conflict, and many would spin it out to a full collection.
Thanks very much for a really interesting post, particularly in relation to the Poetry Society goings-on and subsequent coverage, and thanks also for a very kind mention.
Could I possibly ask to be Kirsten and not Kristen? Unless, that is, it wasn't actually referring to me, in which case I'll be suitably embarassed. Thanks!
(discounting, of course, the usual old bastions of neo-modernism).
(Which means what, precisely?)
(Sorry to be picky; good article on the whole...)
How do you know Kristen? Perhaps they would rip each other's paper up, break their pens across their knees and clout each other around the ears. Consequently no poems would result never mind a whole collection of them.
When two poets
Go to War
No Poem
Is all they can score.
A balanced piece, thanks Daniel. Just one clarification - when I said the Poetry Society is not relevant to me, I was not talking as Penned in the Margins, but as a poet: I rarely read Poetry Review, and don't need the other benefits membership offers. That's not a criticism - it's just not for me.
Yes, I'm curious as to what "discounting, of course, the usual old bastions of neo-modernism" means too.
Is there any chance of doing something about the title this piece has been given? It's actually a fair summary of recent events at the Poetry Society - in direct contrast to the coverage this has received elsewhere, including, shamefully, the Guardian. But the title echoes those earlier, essential empty and mocking pieces and in addition does no justice to the later parts of this piece which discuss a part of the poetry world that might be new to many readers.
All-round excellent piece. Just needs its real title.
This is more middlebrow, mainstreamery. Barrafluff as the great white hope & '[C]heerful amateurism'...no thanks.
A Soldiers Reward
When first I felt the punch of the lead, I gave no thought that I may soon be dead
I surged ahead slowing through the pain, and then I felt the punch again
I stumbled and teetered eventually fell, vomiting loudly amid a urine smell.
The blood was falling onto the sand, no more for me defending this land
The sight before was no longer clear, death a close ally to me I fear
Then a whisper which slowly grew loud, an apparition in a heavenly shroud
I bowed my head shaking on my knees, “tell me what or who you are please”
No answer only serenity spread on a perfect face, my heart no longer capable it lost its pace
“Come old warrior your job here is done, take my hand your true journey is just begun”
Then a sense of movement but no motion could I feel, had death overcome me was any of this real
I looked at the one who bore me away, “where do you take me will I have to stay”
“Be at peace soldier you go to your home, there your deeds are written and well known”
“Whether you stay is not for me, another shall decide where your journey will be”
Next I am stood before a great gate, awaiting some person who will decide my fate
Left alone and shivering through fear, I feel the presence knew someone was near
“Hello my friend don’t be afraid, here there are no lies and everything is said”
“Forgive me I said but I don’t belong here, I am not ready don’t warrant this I fear”
“I have taken a life and more than once, a sin even though they were taken in defence”
“I don’t pray any more since the start of the war, the churches I avoid don’t know what for”
“I regret what I have done though not from hate; my regret I know is come too late”
The man looked at me with a smile on his face, without any motion I felt his grace
“Be still brave soldier you have nought to fear, you are among friends here”
“You know of your sins and freely repent, for that reason you have been sent”
“Come take my hand we will enter the gates, your father’s house still awaits”
© D McDonald
22 of the smaller poetry presses will be taking part in a book fair in Exmouth Market, London, on 24 September (http://www.cbeditions.com/book_now.html). This is being put on without public funding and without committees and boards of trustees and the like: so no warfare, but plenty of vitality and diversity. All welcome.
When two poets
Go to War
One poem
Is all they can score
Thanks for the heads-up, Charles. Sounds like a worthwhile event. If you're on Twitter, tweet it to me so I can RT: janeholland1
This is a great article, and interesting in particular to see some different names being quoted than in other recent pieces. I'm keen for people to know how diverse the poetry scene is. As for 'Ezra is dead''s comment that this is 'middlebrow, mainstreamery' - talk about a kneejerk reaction without checking the facts. What I want above all is to open the Poetry Society to all types of poetry, and especially those on the fringes which it generally ignores. Those poetries are very far from the mainstream, and I don't personally believe enough people are aware of them. How is it middlebrow to say so? If you can't lend a hand here, you know what to do.
Personally I'd hate to be included in some sort of inclusive programme run by The Poetry Society. Real artists, whether they be poets, painters, musicians or whatever, have never waited for the establishment to approve of their work. Gill Scott-Heron comes to mind: The Revolution will not be televised. When the time is right creativity will flourish.
A fairly well balanced comment, though perhaps useful to point out that the Poetry Society do support poets and poetry in many indirect ways that people may not be aware of, for example through awards and giving both better and lesser known poets paid work (for example in schools). The innovate Pomegranate magazine is a case in point, as it was founded by the 2006 winners of the Foyle Young Poets Award which is run by the Poetry Society, and funded by the Foyle Foundation.