Sipping Tea In Marlovia

New Year, New Home

2011-01-02T09:53:00.001Z

In case you hadn't worked it out for yourself, my blogging activities (now more frequent) have moved to their new home at my newly redesigned website. Go to rosbarber.com, subscribe to the RSS/atom feed, press the Facebook Like button, find out how to get free mp3s of me reading poems, and all sorts of other goodies.

Making History

2010-05-28T09:40:00.004+01:00

The first article on the Marlowe theory of Shakespeare authorship to be accepted by a peer-reviewed academic journal is published this week. Rethinking History, a cutting-edge History journal founded and edited by leading postmodern historian Alun Munslow, leads this month's issue (14:2) with Exploring Biographical Fictions: The Role of Imaginination in Writing and Reading Narrative.

Alun Munslow's editorial describes the article thus:

"[T]he first essay in this issue by Rosalind Barber is a dazzling analysis of not just the constitution of literary biography but of how the 'stories' created about people in the past are necessarily fictive. Invoking the genre of biography (a growing hot topic among historians), Barber points out and explores (fictively?) the past, history, poetry and the wonderfully factious nature of our engagement with the time before now. I may not recover from the way she moves across the Marlovian and Shakespearian world."

I love that question mark after "fictively". And yes, I'm thrilled

Gender Bias in Poetry

2010-03-13T08:49:00.006Z

I'm not your most regular of bloggers these days. Most of my time must be given to imaginative adventures in the 16th century, as I pull together this rather mammoth (now 4 year) project, putting words into the mouth of Christopher Marlowe. Or rather, when things are going well, having him put words into my mind so that all I have to do is write them down. It does help to imagine he is doing the writing sometimes, to side-step the burden of pretending that I am a literary genius.

However, I am a distractable creature and occasionally my attention is sufficiently attracted elsewhere for me to put Marlowe aside for an hour or two. Such was the case recently when I was sent an e-mail by one Michele Ledda, advertising an event he was putting on for Leeds Salon, debating the issue of censorship in poetry. This arose from a petition I signed a couple of months ago, protesting at the AQA's withdrawal of Carol Ann Duffy's poem "Education for Leisure" on the basis of a complaint by someone who misunderstood the poem, and had decided that it glamorised knife crime. You can sign the petition yourself here.

It struck me that the panel of five knowledgeable poets and writers who would be debating this issue were all male. This is not, of course, the first time I have noticed such a thing, but I was moved on this occasion to send a cheery e-mail to the organiser drawing his attention to the oversight. He requested permission to post my e-mail and his response on the Poetry Business website. The ensuing to-and-fro has taken somewhat more of my time than I had originally intended. You can read our correspondence here. What emerges is that, despite it being 2010, we are still having to go over the same ground that was first ploughed in the 1960s.

A few months ago, a letter was written to the editor of Poetry Review, Fiona Sampson, protesting at the differential treatment of male and female poets in that august journal. Thumbing through as many issues as you please, you will notice that male poets are given more review space, are given more single-poet reviews, and are not given gendered appraisals. Less collections by women are reviewed, they are rarely given single-poet-reviews, tending to be lumped together three or four at a time, and are often considered with respect to the author's sex, as opposed to her general humanity. In addition, most of the reviewers are men. (And as we know, men tend not to read/rate books by women, wherease women read/rate books by both sexes). As a result of this letter, and what was considered to be an unsatisfactory response, a number of us set up a forum for discussion gender bias in literature. Anyone detecting a gender bias in the publishing and reviewing of literature who would like to do something about it should go here.

When I tweeted my dismay at gender bias in poetry recently, a chap suggested "Perhaps women writers just don't cut the mustard." One should always agree with one's opponents before pointing out the ludicrous nature of their position. "You're right," I said, "Ability to write is famously located in the testicles."

We do not let it bother us or get us down. We continue to work, diligently, speaking up when necessary, looking forward to the time when the literary endeavours of men and women are equally valued and respected. Possibly when we're dead, but then that's a growth period in any decent poet's career. For now, I turn myself over to the spirit of Christopher Marlowe who was in life, more than most, both man and woman.

The Poetry Experiment Results...

2009-10-26T13:33:00.004Z

... were astonishing. For several hours, "Material" was at number three in Amazon's Poetry Bestsellers list, behind the children's classics Each Peach Pear Plum and Winnie the Pooh. It stayed in the top five until lunchtime on Saturday, and since all the books above it were either children's poetry or not poetry at all (Machiavelli's The Prince), for a good 24 hours "Material" was the #1 bestselling book of poetry for adults in the UK!

Its ranking in all books shot up from 413,000 to 735 at its peak, and remained in the top 1000 for 36 hours. It only slipped out of the Poetry top 100 on Sunday evening.

So an enormous thank you is due to every single person who contributed to the incredible success of this experiment. I was utterly stunned at the results. It was heartwarming to watch the combined goodwill of so many friends temporarily bump a one-year-old poetry book to the highest reaches of the poetry firmament; high enough for me to crack open a bottle of champagne (I don't need much of an excuse, to be honest). Deep, deep gratitude to everyone who helped make Friday the best Poetry Commitment Day yet.

Now what shall I do next year?

A Poetry Experiment

2009-10-23T13:32:00.005+01:00

I wonder if you'd help me conduct a poetry experiment.

Today, October 23rd, is a special day for me. It was the day in 1977 (yup, I was 3 :~£) when I decided to make a serious commitment to poetry by writing at least one poem every day. I kept it up for 5 years, wrote thousands of poems (sometimes a dozen in a 24-hour period), most of them terrible of course, but eventually if you practice anything enough you can become competent. So I always celebrate October 23rd in some way, as the foundation of my writing life, and today I want to involve you. What I'm asking you to do is very simple. Please read on, I promise it'll be (relatively) swift and painless.

Last year I celebrated October 23rd by launching Material in Brighton. It was a wonderful night. But although Material is an even better book than How Things Are On Thursday(which was pretty darned good, according to some people), and even though it received a Poetry Book Society Recommendation, and even though the title poem was highly commended in the Forward Prizes and has just been published in the Forward Book of Poetry 2010, which claims to contain the best poems of the year, this second Anvil book hasn't made any shortlists and has received not one single review in the poetry journals. Not a peep. And you know, we poets, we start to feel dejected, unloved, like nothing we do matters, you know how it is I expect. Who cares about poetry? It makes it all the harder to keep pressing on with writing the *third* book when the second appears to have sunk without a trace.

And yet this is what people have said about Material:

"I really enjoyed reading this book of poetry by Ros Barber. They are very warm and honest poems.By chance I left the collection lying around my flat when my parents came to visit. First my Dad picked it up and sat reading it for ages, then my Mum did too, which surprised me as she doesn't usually read poetry. Mum liked the `hanky' poem so much she copied it out by hand in very neat handwriting and posted it to her sister in Spain. I think this says a lot about Ros's ability to communicate to lots of different people through her poems."

"What I love about Ros's poetry is that it is so lyrical and accessible as well as bearing many re-readings. She writes with her heart and that comes across so well. Ros should be on every 'A' level reading list."

"I have to say that my favourite poets are those whose work is easily accessible, easily understood if you like, but whose work has depths of meaning. Think of Roger McGough or Billy Collins. Or Carol Anne Duffy. Poems you can read over and over again to find new things to enjoy. Ros Barber is just such a poet. I'm really enjoying her latest book, Material, full of interesting and thoughtful poems, mainly autobiographical, some dealing with difficult subjects such as death and loss. I also love her use of language (a snog of boyfriends, ample bosoms and porridge cardigans) and her sure and unobtrusive use of metre and rhyme."

"I sat on my sofa one afternoon and devoured this collection. It soars with emotion. Delightful visions of family members and moments in time that resonate with the past and the present. These poems don't shy away from the difficulties of family life either - the complexities of adult and child relationships, moments of hurt and loss, the power of healing. I laughed and I choked back tears. These poems recognise something in us as fragile human beings. They place us in what we are born into and live with: families. I loved it."

So let me explain the poetry experiment, and how you can participate. I want you to click on the Amazon link below, today, right now even, and buy just one copy of the book! Even if you've already bought it - buy one to give to someone you love. Really, these books make great Christmas presents: when you've finished reading it, or even when you're only a little way through, it doubles up as a drinks coaster. Plus just the act of giving it to someone shows you to be a cultured and thoughtful human being. And if you haven't bought one, you've been meaning to, just haven't got round to it, no more excuses. Click the link below and get one right away, for less than the price of a ticket to see "UP" in 3D (which was great, by the way, go and see that too...)

Material by Ros Barber on Amazon.co.uk

So what, you might ask (quite reasonably), is experimental about me buying one of your books? Here's the lowdown. Just for fun, and because it's October 23rd, I want to see if the collected efforts of people being kind to me can bump Material, even if ever so briefly, into the Amazon top 100 poetry books. The book's ranking as I'm typing this is 412,653 (and falling). That's in books overall, including the sorts of books that actually sell. To get into the top 100 poetry books it would have to (at least temporarily) reach a ranking higher than 10,078 (Spike Milligan's Puckoon). Is it possible? I don't know. But I thought, with your collective help, it might be fun to find out. If it gets nowhere near, that's fine too - even the smallest of blips in sales will encourage me that I really am doing the right thing in writing poetry and prevent me from presenting myself at the nearest Job Centre Plus (only to discover I am unemployable).

In case you missed it, here it is again - the short link that will take you directly to the product page for Material on Amazon.co.uk:

Material by Ros Barber on Amazon.co.uk

Click it now. You won't regret it. It's only a few quid after all - yet it contains acres of pleasure (for yourself, or a friend). And if the ranking is above 412,653 when you buy, let me know where it is. Interactivity, you see. That's what the internet is all about.

This benefits you too, since clicking the link and buying the book constitutes your daily one small act of kindness. Not only will you have my gratitude but good karma will return to you a thousandfold.

When you've read it, if you feel moved to do so, please add a small review to the Amazon site. If you own a copy and you don't have any friends to buy one for (really? do you write poetry too?), click on the link anyway and leave a small review to let the world (and more importantly, me) know what you thought of it. These things mean more than you can imagine.

P.S. If it's already past October 23rd, don't worry! You can still take part in the experiment. Who knows what heights of best-selling poetry excellency we might achieve together. And Christmas is even closer when you're reading this than when I sent it. And you still have friends and family members that would enjoy a book of moving, accesible poetry, right?

These Marlovians! Let's go and invade Marlovia now!

2009-10-21T16:03:00.006+01:00

How bizarre to turn on the television last night and find respected Shakespearean academic Professor Stanley Wells defending the orthodox view (that William Shakespeare of Stratford wrote the works of Shakespeare) on a show called “It’s Only A Theory” (BBC4). For those who haven’t seen the programme (and I’ve only caught it a couple of times before), an expert (usually an academic of the highest credentials) puts forward a theory, the panel (two resident comedians and a guest) try to get jokes out of it (generally a fairly tall order) and then approve or reject it. Wells’ appearance on such a programme seems an ill-judged move, and one that smacks a little of desperation. In that respect it is not dissimilar to his declaration only six months ago that he had discovered a “new” portrait of Shakepeare (one that looks nothing like any other recognised portrait of Shakespeare and very strongly like Sir Thomas Overbury).

What has provoked such odd moves appear to be the perceived (and growing) “threat” from non-Stratfordians such as myself, whom Wells accused of “snobbery” and “ignorance”. Three years of doctoral study on the Early Modern literature and specifically the Authorship Question would acquit me, I hope, of the second charge, and my preferred candidate (a cobbler’s son) means the first simply doesn’t apply. Wells made a number of erroneous statements, of course, including “we have documentary evidence that this chap wrote lots of plays” when Diana Price has demonstrated that, uniquely amongst writers of his period, there is no primary source evidence at all that the Stratford incumbent was an author. Or - given the hotly debated signatures - that he could even write. But then Professor Wells is no historian. I presume the evidence he was referring to was the name “William Shakespeare” on the title pages of certain plays and poems – but as those of us in the business know, a name on a title page does not an author make. Especially in the repressive atmosphere of Early Modern England.

During the previous academic’s piece about chaos theory (“nothing is chaotic, we just don’t understand it yet”), I briefly toyed with the idea of putting Marlovian Theory on the stand, but dismissed it as a totally inappropriate medium for any argument of substance. Then moments later, to my astonishment, up pops Professor Wells. How strange to find a voice from the establishment conceding (quite correctly, for a change) that “William Shakeseare of Stratford wrote the works of Shakespeare” is a theory. In my view Professor Wells unwittingly gave ground to the opposition by his very appearance. Does he really need the orthodox view sanctioned by two comedians? Apparently, yes.

He got it, too – but just as many of his statements were fallacious and his arguments erroneous, the basis on which he won approval does not exactly validate the theory. Kirsty Wark (apparently a Groupist) gave it a thumbs down. Reginald D Hunter approved it on the basis that he didn’t want Professor Wells to have a stroke, and Andy Hamilton on the basis that “by approving this theory we immediately dispose of about 5000 other theories”. Yup, that’s the level of serious debate we can expect from Stratfordians. The subject is banned from academic journals, conferences and internet discussion groups, but they’ll debate it with three TV personalities not well-enough informed to be able to dispute it. And even then only get approved 2-1. Sad.

* The title for this post is a quote from Andy Hamilton.

[See the programme for yourself here for the next six days. Stanley Wells is about 20 minutes in. My piece for the Marlowe-Shakespeare blogspot on Stanley Wells' previous desperate move can be found here.]

Quiet

2009-10-06T23:38:00.003+01:00

I used to be a very good blogger. Diligent, committed. I'd spend hours constructing my posts and re-editing, then responding to my followers. I had followers then. That was Shallowlands, and in the end it all got too much and I had to shut it down. No, I don't regret it. Even if I'm now typing to an audience no bigger than my immediate family.

There is a conflict for most writers between needing to be in the public eye (so that one's work is read/noticed) and needing to be private, contained, cooking up those creative gems in the comfort of one's own (undistracted) head. I am torn between the apparent necessity of social media and the need not to get dragged off into the bush and killed.

No, I'm sure that's not at all what happens. No, of course I'm exaggerating. But though I dislike the sense that I have all but vanished from the literary landscape (I laugh. As if I was ever there!) I still have these overwhelming instinct to keep my head down. I am fighting it. I'm not sure who is winning.

Still, there's a poem in the Forward Book of Poetry 2010, which announces itself on the cover as the Best Poems of the Year. It's the title poem of my most recent book, the very first poem in said book, and truly, if you read on, there are many other gems in there. If you haven't had a peek, go to Amazon marketplace now and pick one up for less than a London pint.

Le Cirque Invisible

2009-08-21T09:27:00.006+01:00

Took the whole family up to London last night to see Le Cirque Invisible at the South Bank. The magic was a joy and the guy was funny but the woman, Victoria Chaplin, was outstanding. So gifted, creative, flexible, graceful - and the inventiveness of her costumes (and what she did with them and the props) took one's breath away. "There's a highlight every thirty seconds" says the detested Metro, and for once it has published something worthwhile. Catch them if you can - tickets are still available for tonight, tomorrow and Sunday through the Southbank website.

Divine Guidance

2009-07-22T16:45:00.005+01:00

I was raised a good atheist, but recently have had a number of experiences that can only be described as spiritual. You're welcome to laugh. A previous incarnation of me (two years ago, say) would have joined you.

Here's the latest, and it's a doozie. Yesterday I was stuck. Wrote not a word. Nevertheless ended the work day (as I usually begin it) with a meditation and went about my business. In the evening, in a group I belong to, I was doing a visualisation exercise with a woman I know only vaguely, and she reported that for some reason she couldn't explain, all she could 'see' in her mind's eye was the crossroads at Chislehurst Common. I said, 'how funny, Chislehurst was where Christopher Marlowe was arrested'. She said 'I lived there as a child.' She asked me more about Marlowe, having never heard of him. I explained he was an Elizabethan poet and playwright and added 'He was staying with his friend Thomas Walsingham at Scadbury.' She said 'Our house was at the entrance to Scadbury Park. We went to Walsingham School'. How odd, we both said. What a coincidence. We went our separate ways.

Three hours later, at a most bizarre and personal moment (the sort of moment that we tell our children is what mummies and daddies do when they love each other), my husband said, out of the blue, 'Sir Thomas Walsingham'.

'Sorry?' I laughed. He explained that the name was in his head for some reason, he had no idea why, and had just had to blurt it out.

Well two Thomas Walsingham references out of the blue in a three hour period was too much for me. I told him about the earlier one. He said 'it must mean something'. (He too has esoteric leanings.) Synchronicity = a message. In this case, a message clearly intended for me, since no-one else (including my husband) gives a stuff about Sir Thomas Walsingham. So I thought about the verse novel, where I was with it that day, exactly where I was stuck and then realised exactly what I was missing.

Of course: Sir Thomas Walsingham! I'd been about to go down a very different road, but the surprise of having the words 'Sir Thomas Walsingham' fall out of my husband's mouth (especially in context, and after the earlier Chislehurst 'coincidence') was too funny and perfect a prompt to be ignored. And yes, clearly, this was the perfect moment for him to re-enter the story.

So with gratitude to a far greater intelligence than mine, I am back to writing.

Excuse me...

2009-07-22T16:39:00.002+01:00

If I keep changing the title of this blog for a while. What seemed fine (if a bit bland) started to sound pompous. The replacement was entirely temporary. So is this one. I'm going for whatever suits my mood, and given that changes at least as often as my underwear, clearly no-one's going to be able to name this blog on their link list. But as far as I know it isn't yet on anyone's linklist, so maybe it doesn't. I built up a nice following on Shallowlands... then ditched it. I wanted a clean break. But I have no idea where this is going or whether anyone's interested.

Musings on Ledbury

2009-07-21T13:56:00.000+01:00

Reading at Ledbury was a very enjoyable experience. Good-sized audience, reasonable book sales, appreciative comments afterwards. Thoroughly enjoyed Glyn Maxwell's set too. It's an attractive town and I only wished I could have stayed there a little longer, rather than flying in and out the way I did. Loved the hospitality room with its seriously sloping floor that a couple of glasses of complimentary wine did nothing to straighten. Everyone was kind and friendly. I bumped into Alison McVety, Daljit Nagra & Angela France, saw Kathryn Simmonds in the audience and was introduced to Penelope Shuttle. Shedman John Davies asked me to read my Sheds poems in his shed (on camera). Neil Astley was present in the front row, having filmed Glyn do a line from "Jabberwocky", and offered an unnecessary apology for not asking me to be part of the project. (He must have forgotten the long e-mail he sent me in 2002. Unsurprising. But just as well.) Brenda Reid-Brown was the perfect host and chaperone. The local cherries were delightful. I'm told it went very well indeed.

Yet I left feeling oddly deflated. I have begun to dislike any activity which encourages the ego to take over - even reading poetry, which I have always loved. Since I took up meditation two years ago I find it much more enjoyable to divest myself of ego wherever possible, and prefer the 'inner' to the 'outer' life. Spending an afternoon feeding the ego no longer feels like a healthy thing to do; yet I love to write and appreciate opportunities to communicate my writing to an audience. Clearly I will have to find another approach.

Ledbury Poetry Festival

2009-07-10T07:36:00.001+01:00

Just about to catch the train to read this afternoon at the Ledbury Poetry Festival. Hmmm, knew there was something I was supposed to post on Monday. How these things creep up on you. Still, it's been all over Facebook and Twitter so I guess I've put the word out.

Venue: Ledbury Poetry Festival, Burgage Hall
Time: 2.30-3.30
Reading with: the very talent Glyn Maxwell

Details here: Ledbury Poetry Festival Live Readings

Monopoly Night

2009-07-03T14:02:00.000+01:00

Tonight at the Betsey Trotwood, Islingdon (nearest tube, Farringdon), I'm on the bill for the second of Roddy Lumsden's Monopoly-themed poetry nights. I'll be reading a new, specially-written poem, entitled "Chance". Do come if you can. See www.thebestsey.com for venue details. Starts at 8pm sharp.

BBC Radio 4 UK Poetry Slam Regional Heat

2009-07-01T11:24:00.000+01:00

I'm judging the Radio 4 South East Region slam heat at Komedia in Brighton tomorrow. If you're nearby, do come along for a night that promises to be very entertaining. In association with Hammer and Tongue, hosted by the delicious Rosy Carrick and beloved former host of Howling At the Moon, Paul Stones. More details here:

http://komediabrighton.ticketsolve.com/shows/3404785/events

Blogging Again

2009-07-01T11:20:00.000+01:00

A couple of years ago, I abandoned the Shallowlands blog for numerous reasons, including the fact that it was taking up far too much time. This will not be a Shallowlands. I am not going to spend hours editing my posts. There will be typos.

I will also be avoiding getting into lengthy discussions. You are welcome to leave comments, and I thank you for them. But I may not say much back. I'll be writing. I hope you understand.

I'm going to keep this brief and just let you know what I'm up to. I hope it will be of some use to both of us.