Bull on Poetry Book Society, and some Publication News

Last month I was very excited to see that Bull was listed on the Poetry Book Society’s website as a Summer 2019 selection! It has now sold out, but I still have two copies left so get in touch with me directly if you would still like to buy one.

In other news, I have two new sequences due for publication in late July/August in Stride and new online journal, Anthropocene, run by the excellent Charlie Baylis.

Anthropocene seems like a really exciting new journal, and already has poems live by Dominic Leonard, Robert Sheppard and Leela Soma, all of which I have enjoyed, so I’m really happy to have had some work accepted.

The publication in Stride will be under the guest-editorship of Martin Stannard, who provided a flattering endorsement quote for Bull, and whose collection poems for the young at heart I read recently and loved. So, once again, a great publication that I’m very pleased about.

Fantastic review for Bull

Just a quick post to point readers the way of this excellent review of ‘Bull’ by Mike Fergurson:
https://gravyfromthegazebo.blog/2019/04/19/bull-by-james-roome-the-red-ceilings-press/

It’s particularly heartening as I’m a great admirer of Mike’s Red Ceilings chapbook, Professions (unfortunately, now sold out).

Phoebe Power, Shrines of Upper Austria

Shrines of Upper Austria

I saw Phoebe Power read from her collection, Shrines of Upper Austria (Carcanet) at last month’s Poets & Players event at The Whitworth Art Gallery in Manchester, and was sufficiently impressed to purchase her book from the stall.

Power read with a halting lyricism which I enjoyed; however, her poetry works even better on the page. I’m not personally a subscriber to Basil Bunting’s (and many others) belief that ‘Poetry, like music, is to be heard.’ Hearing it read aloud certainly adds another dimension, but I like seeing the choices a poet has made with white space.

The collection is an impressive piece of work (and organisation), and at its best makes some interesting formal and imaginative flourishes which are testament to the poet’s skill. I’m planning on keeping this brief, so I’ll focus on just a few sections that I particularly enjoyed.

The book’s second section (sections are separated by small black stars) begins with, ‘Austrian Murder Case’, which employs prose and narrative to engaging effect (I’m a sucker for a narrative arc in a poem). The poem appears to be set in an actual geographical location (Zell am See, Austria?) and, if I’m reading it right, details a murder-suicide committed by a ‘Herr Leitner’, a man who holidays in the village each year with his wife, the point of difference being that this year, Herr Leitner arrives alone save for some suspiciously heavy looking holdalls and grey boxes. I’ll let you draw your own conclusions.

The events of the poem are witnessed by an unnamed ‘protagonist’ who appears to fulfil the clichés in every conceivable way, ‘a cigarette smoking itself in his thrown-away left hand; his closed right one rests on the open pages of a notepad.’ This image of writerly artifice, by which I mean an attempt to present oneself in the intellectual mode when sipping a ‘kaffee’ in mainland Europe, and a fundamental lack of ideas symbolised by the empty notepad, plus the impulse to cast oneself as the Protagonist, sets up, to my mind, rather a pathetic character, but one that I can also see myself in. The poem goes on to describe, through careful inclusion of minor detail and multiple perspectives, the events of the case, but the reader is left to infer these events.

The fact that the poem deals with male on female violence, and that all of the characters that appear are also male (Florian and Bernie, a dog walker and his pet, the protagonist is explicitly referred to as ‘he’, the police superintendent watches ‘his men’ as they search the lake for bodies, of the significant characters only the ‘pension owner’ is not gendered) cannot be avoided. It hints at a sub-text about men defining women’s stories, a sub-text brought brutally into focus by the actions of ‘Herr Leitner’, who ultimately chooses the mode of his wife’s death. Significantly, when considering this reading of the poem, the section titled ‘Head’, which describes the discovery of the female victim’s head in a box, cast in concrete, is formally distinguished from the rest of the prose pieces. Here the centred text appears to imply the confines of the metaphorical and literal ‘brutal box’ within which this woman has existed, whilst the final three lines extend to the margins, and picture the victim released, riding, ‘up mountains – out of box, suitcase, coffin, block.’

I’ve gone on for far too long now about that individual poem, when the rest of the collection also deserves comment. That being said, it’s time to replenish the Weetabix in my toddler’s bowl, so I’ll have to be quick.

I also loved the poems here that served as broken English character studies; ‘Isis and Marija’ for example (‘Isis doesn’t like that her name sounds like / the terrorist group’). They expertly trod a fine line between being funny and endearing, without appearing condescending.

On the other hand, sections I found to be less successful were those in which Power strayed into concepts around climate change, for instance ‘Milk’, which mocks the chiefly middle-class impulse to conserve the planet through consumerist choices but presents no solutions or alternative that I can discern.

Similarly, ‘notes on climate change’ appeared to live up to the self-deprecating nature of its title (lower case, the use of the word ‘notes’ implying half-formed ideas). I may be doing this poem an injustice, as (evidenced by its organisation) it has clearly been thought about a great deal more than the title implies (perhaps, therefore, an intentional irony?), but I’m afraid all I took from it was the familiar impulse of needing to know/do more about things but at the same time wanting to maintain comfortable lifestyles/modes of being. I snorted a few times, I recognised thoughts I had also had, but I came away with no new perspectives on the matters discussed. Perhaps one to return to at a later date.

Other things I have been reading:

Martin Stannard’s, ‘poems for the young at heart’ (Leafe Press). Maybe some thoughts to come on this one.

The frankly incredible long poem, A Form of Words’ in the London Review of Books by Paul Batchelor. People are saying this on Twitter and I’ll agree, it feels like a really important piece of work.

Reliquiae Six, a beautifully produced journal that fuses poetry, prose, place and myth, from Corbel Stone Press.

Debut Chapbook ‘Bull’ now available from The Red Ceilings Press

I’m very excited to announce that my first chapbook has been published by The Red Ceilings Press.

Buy it here: http://www.theredceilingspress.co.uk/

A quick and enjoyable ten minute read, and ‘quick and enjoyable’ doesn’t happen very often with poems — Martin Stannard

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This is a wonderful book — Nikolai Duffy

Bull establishes an alternative reality. One in which a Bull can be an artist and costume designer. One in which a Bull can act as a guide for a man who is profoundly lost.

A fabulously funny and oddly moving first collection. It reads like Ted Hughes crossed with James Tate, but James Roome has a distinctive voice all his own. It is a voice which  promises great things to come — Ian Seed