I’m back from two nights in Shropshire for the Much Wenlock poetry festival. An easy journey, at just two hours form London, with a change in Birmingham for Telford (direct coming back). Drizzle on Saturday, glorious sunshine on Sunday. Felt like I was in deepest, furthest, greenest England. Much Wenlock is such a pretty place – very Miss Marple – and with its stunning priory containing the remains of the largest Cluniac abbey built in Britain (this one is 11th century but there has been an abbey on the site since 680). There’s also church grounds, a garden nursery, and lots of timbered buildings housing book shops and antiques. It’s where the modern Olympics games originate, given the connection with William Penny Brookes, a 19th century doctor, and the first Wenlock Olympian games were held there in 1850. The Guardian calls Wenlock ‘a teensy town that punches well above it diminutive weight.’
I stayed in a very oldy-worldy pub, The Gaskell Arms, all horse brasses, beams and carpet. The opening reading on the Friday night featured Kei Miller, Luke Kennard, Hannah Lowe and Mia Cunningham, whose tenure as young Wenlock poet was coming to an end. Luke read first with classics such as ‘My Friend’, which had the audience in hysterics, followed by a series of ingenious, funny anagrams reworking the old testament. Hannah read a few poems from ‘Chick’, followed by new poems she’s been writing on jazz saxophonist Joe Harriott. Kei then dazzled the audience with poems from ‘The Cartographer…’, as well his recent Poetry Society commissioned poem ‘Oracabessa‘, his beautiful poem that explores Jamaica and colonialism, which he recited by heart. The Edge Arts Centre was a very good venue and means the festival has access to several large capacity auditoria, as well as classrooms for workshops.
Saturday was one of those full-on days with two poetry workshops and several readings, including Robert Peake and Jo Bell‘s much-awaited book launch for ‘The Knowledge’ and ‘Kith’, both published by Nine Arches Press. I first met Jo in Ledbury four years ago, and I’ve known Robert the same time through Highgate Poets. The poets were introduced by Jonathan Davidson (not one of Jo Bell’s Jonathan’s – see her poem ‘Your Helens and My Jonathans’). The room was packed with many ’52’ers (poets who’ve been taking part in the year-long series of prompts, and in the process founded a strong online community of writers). Robert showed two of his stunning film-poems that he has produced in collaboration with his wife, musician Val. On the Sunday, I got chatting to journalist Greg Freeman who writes for ‘Write Out Loud‘ and he has several write-ups of Much Wenlock, including of Robert and Jo’s launch here. In the evening, and introduced by Luke Wright, whose own energy-packed political poems are amazing feats of memory, Michael Rosen, who I’d not heard before, even though I’m told he is often on the radio, entertained the audience with his hilarious dialogues about his Jewish Communist parents in the 1970s.
The two workshops were really stimulating and took me out of my comfort zone. In the morning I was outdoors in the abbey grounds (in the intermittent rain) with poets David Morley and Gregory Leadbetter. We had to use old Anglo-Saxon spells as inspiration, while thinking of those objects we treasure, to write modern charms with magical powers. We also used rich Shropshire vocabulary – gwathel, kwank, larpin, mollock, pilk, quist, riggle – to create short cryptic but suggestive poems that harness the local dialect. Andrew McMillan‘s workshop – in the run up to the publication of his first collection ‘Physical’ (Cape) – was on the body. Liz Berry also took part. He encouraged us to get up close and personal, to approach the body, make contact with it and speak of it using the language of other objects. So I came away from both sessions with some new beginnings to go back to in the weeks that come and see ‘if there is anything there’.
What I liked about the festival was the informality and friendliness, the random chats with people I sat next to, the church hall poetry cafe with bunting and mural, the ploughman’s lunch and homemade cakes, the various art installations and the clear sense of community commitment. There were a series of ‘Desert Island Poems’ held in the Pottery cafe, with Kei Miller, Kathleen Jamie and Maurice Riordan, all revealing those poems that most inspired them. These sessions could have done with photocopies passed round so that you could read the poems along with the poets, and then re-read and enjoy them afterwards. Wish I could have stayed the Sunday evening for the closing reading but I had to head. Alas, I didn’t get to hear the festival’s resident poet Jean Atkin either, but did have a nice chat with Jackie Wills, and buy books from Staffordshire poet Bert Flitcroft. Some of the festival poets were going on to the Cheltenham poetry festival, and others have told me I really must make it to Swindon in October.
Hello PAull, this all sounds so enriching, a lovely venue and interesting events. Haven’t been anywhere since the Stanza thing. Other than a couple of days in Lancashire officially Grannying at the beginning of the week, but because Ella and Lucy at school gave me two free days to meet up with friendsâ¦ and explore a bit. Had lunch at a marina near Rufford, close to Rufford Old Hall and a walk along the canal and then met other friends who live beside the Ribble in Preston and walked through Avenham parks for a pub lunch and good natter.
We did have one glorious day here between the two open Studio events when I went to Farndale to do the daffodil walk along the stream from Church Houses. What was really stunning was all the blackthorn blossom out along the way.
Open Studios was a great success. Exhibiting with two others, a recycled glass artist and a young graduate who works with illustrative enamel pieces was a good recipe. It was much more fun than opening my own house would have been. Over 500 people through Angela’s House over the two weekends. very nearly sold out, but what was great was all those conversations with people , some who’d turned up from past lives, mostly just strangers who were really interested in the process as well as the finished pieces. It was really uplifting to get such great feedback.
There is a lot of social spinoff as well, a sense of belonging to a community of like-minded people who want to keep up the momentum and arrange meetings long after the thing has closed.
Those pictures of Wenlock ruins look so like Rievaulx and places near here. Are you going to be able to fit in a visit. \Sadly I am away when the Brid fest is on this year but might get to the Reading day with Peter and Ann at Beverley before that.
WAs shocked how long Jean’s cold lasted. hopefully she has come back from |wales feeling stronger. Sounds as if they had a lovely time there. Time I went away. Feels a bit like a holiday being in this lovely apartment. Hate what is happening to the house.
That was the ultimate postcard, because I wished I was there. I was hoping that there was a publication for me to purchase, but I have been away and I think I am on the wrong page.
No, I’m just ahead of myself, it is not out yet! Michael Rosen is the most familiar of the poets you mentioned above. Eleanor and Amy loved his poems, not sure how you missed out on them.