
From a Universal Emotion That Could Not Provide Rarity Enough to Those Who Sought a Solitary Plane
January 6, 2010, 4:04 pm
Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: algorithms, discontinued records, literature, love the cliche, paul robinson poetry, poetic conflict, poetry, the solitary plane, universal emotion, verse, writing
Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: algorithms, discontinued records, literature, love the cliche, paul robinson poetry, poetic conflict, poetry, the solitary plane, universal emotion, verse, writing

I have known poets who discontinued records of (variability excavated) love
The cliché they wish to turn away
From a universal emotion that could not provide rarity enough
To those who sought a solitary plane,
A pioneering reign.
Of course, there is nowt crooked with ambition,
Tho’ affairs of the heart carry similar volition.
PRobinson
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The Elitism of The Poetry Competition
December 7, 2009, 4:46 pm
Filed under: Salience | Tags: abandon, Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, bias, Bridport Literary Festival, bridport prize, competition, elitism, ledbury festival, literature, paul robinson poetry, poetry, The Elitism of The Poetry Competition: Restated, The Lancaster Literature Festival, the poetry society, verse
Filed under: Salience | Tags: abandon, Aldeburgh Poetry Festival, bias, Bridport Literary Festival, bridport prize, competition, elitism, ledbury festival, literature, paul robinson poetry, poetry, The Elitism of The Poetry Competition: Restated, The Lancaster Literature Festival, the poetry society, verse
Hours —maybe not hours but certainly numerous minutes— have been wasted mulling over poetry competitions and their validity. No doubt they have been a vehicle of discovery for the unknown Makar — from time to time— but looking at the 2008 winners of the Bridport Poetry Prize and The Poetry Society National Poetry Competition, you begin to feel a distasteful sense of elitism. Naturally, all winners of the 2008 Bridport Prize(s) had been to University; two winners had been to Cambridge and Oxford Universities; and at least six hold postgraduate qualifications and various teaching posts. The jig is the same over at The Poetry Society, with both 2007 and 2008 winners displaying similar histories. Christopher James, winner of The Poetry Society National Poetry Competition 2008, “also won the Bridport (2002) and the Ledbury poetry prizes (2003 and 2006) and is also the recipient of an Eric Gregory from the Society of Authors.” Congratulations are certainly in order, but who is congratulating who? Welcome to the in-group bias of the poetry world.
I posted a short polemic entitled, ‘Abandon The Presses: Their Ship Has Already Sunk’ which pointed to, amongst other things, a sense of elitism in the literary presses tantamount to that seen in poetry competitions. A brief survey of certain online/offline poetry publications shows that the majority of contributors hold postgraduate qualifications and vocational qualifications of parity, and that editors deliberately hawk established, highly educated poets in order to buttress their reputation, even if the poet’s submission is below par. I have seen woeful evidence of this preferential treatment. Content therefore becomes contrary to the ‘mission statement’ supposedly encouraging new or unpublished poets to submit. Poetry competitions, evidenced in the brief example above, show a similar bias and organisers and judges should be lambasted for promoting exclusivity, even though they may try to fall back on that fallacious rule, ‘open to everyone’. They make every effort to distance themselves from the scurrilous vanity presses and publications, but it is they who seem to emerge as the main culprits. If they cannot liberate themselves from elitism, then the poetry competition becomes an unsound proposition.
Bloodaxe Books founder Neil Astley commented on this elitism in his 2006 New Statesman article, ‘Give Poetry Back to People‘ saying , “academic protectionism…is something that has also tainted poetry reviewing: the few reviews that do appear are mostly of books by the same small group of mostly male, white British poets who also judge the main poetry prizes and are often either poetry editors or academics in university departments of English or creative writing.”
Sour grapes on my part? To some extent, maybe, although I’ve never entered a poetry competition. As for submitting works to presses and publications, most certainly. Submitting work is a psychological web of desires, motivations and wants. An industry feeds off these human attributes, compelling us to toe guidelines, send cash and risk the post office. In the past, I’ve considered abandoning all submissions, but guided by ego, rescinded the decision. Oh, to see our names up in lights! But now the personal computer and the internet have changed all that. There is a power shift in effect.
Literary houses mystify literary works, they defend the mechanics of illusion, duping their authors in the process. We have the right to expression, do we really need recognition from those who have been unable to perforate a text? These soon to be outmoded -if they aren’t already and/or haven’t realised- literary entities clearly rely on monies to keep ticking, and some are noteworthy publications (the field begins to narrow), but the fact is the personal computer, for the moment anyway, is the new Gutenberg printing press. Poets (should) no longer require the patronage of a publisher nor the kudos of an imprint; recognition by peers in paper houses —or ivory towers— is one of the cogs powering the illusion, and likewise status. Some might argue that they separate the wheat from the chaff. I argue that the World Wide Web and its residents do that quite capably. If reader’s don’t like your work then they’ll go somewhere else. If you enjoy the creative arc of poetry, then you will keep writing. Let’s be outsiders and refuse to genuflect? I think we will see a dramatic shift in the way the poet is perceived, and the internet is the catalyst.
So I make a declaration: a refusal to submit, a refusal to enter competition. I’ll let my hair grow the way it pleases, the wind is my gel, the finishing touches applied by breezes.
Bewise Box:
Here be a list of supporting documents concerning elitism in poetry.
The Invitation-Only Party That Is Poetry Today by Robert Peake, 5th September 2006
Give Poetry Back to People by Neil Astley, New Statesman, 23 October 2006.
Fictionwise forced to impose geo-restrictions on ALREADY-bought book? Lit agents unwittingly promoting piracy? By David Rothman, September 18th, 2009. A looser but still recent, intrinsic supporting document.
Professor Christopher Reid Wins 2010 Costa Poetry Award, Yorkshire Post, 04 January 2010.
PRobinson
Junk Culture – West Coast
November 20, 2009, 2:32 pm
Filed under: Salience | Tags: bran flakes, Deepak Mantena, glitch music, illegal art, Junk Culture - West Coast, literature, lo-fi, music, oh astro, verse, writing
Filed under: Salience | Tags: bran flakes, Deepak Mantena, glitch music, illegal art, Junk Culture - West Coast, literature, lo-fi, music, oh astro, verse, writing
Recordmended:
“A new project by Deepak Mantena, who was recently signed to Illegal Art. On “West Coast,” Deepak’s samples are all run through a handheld recorder that gives his constructions a gritty lo-fi loop-based sound, mixing fractured vocals, pop hooks, and an overall euphoric warmth.”
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You Must Aspire to Mountains
November 18, 2009, 5:54 pm
Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: literature, motion, mountains, paul robinson poetry, perennial flowers, poet, poetry, verse, writing
Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: literature, motion, mountains, paul robinson poetry, perennial flowers, poet, poetry, verse, writing
~In support of Anti-Capital Projects & the UC Berkeley Occupation~
You must aspire to mountains
Motion to visions and embroil
Them in immediate thought.
They are not dreams
As the surround may claim
In order to rest you in your bane,
But perennial flowers to innervate.
PRobinson
By Dock by Sunset
November 13, 2009, 2:15 pm
Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: by dock by sunset, literature, liverpool, liverpool docks, music, paul robinson poetry, poetry, short film, verse, visual poetry, von hafenbecken von sonnenuntergang
Filed under: Paul Robinson Poésie | Tags: by dock by sunset, literature, liverpool, liverpool docks, music, paul robinson poetry, poetry, short film, verse, visual poetry, von hafenbecken von sonnenuntergang
Von Hafenbecken Von Sonnenuntergang (by dock by sunset)
Paul Robinson, 2008
Clock Hands Strangle – Distaccati
November 12, 2009, 8:29 pm
Filed under: Salience | Tags: 1-Up PR, A Stone Questions its Sculptor, Chocolate Lab Records, clock hands strangle, Clock Hands Strangle Todd Portnowitz, Distaccati, Indie, music, music review, New York, Paper Flowers EP, poetry, Redshift Blueshift, The Moon Looks Back, To a Meteorite in a Museum, verse
Filed under: Salience | Tags: 1-Up PR, A Stone Questions its Sculptor, Chocolate Lab Records, clock hands strangle, Clock Hands Strangle Todd Portnowitz, Distaccati, Indie, music, music review, New York, Paper Flowers EP, poetry, Redshift Blueshift, The Moon Looks Back, To a Meteorite in a Museum, verse

Clock Hands Strangle have taken issue with the fundamental quantity of time. There is no room to analyse their distaste for all things chronometric here, but I’d wager the five-part company of Floridians have thrown away their watches, so they can get on with the ‘bidness’ of making music. And they have succeeded with their second long player, Distaccati, a Keatsian ramble through the American outback.
Originally a summer-ish release, Distaccati also provides the tonic needed for autumnal ‘daze’ by chasing a pint of folklore with a shot of singer-songwriter Todd Portnowitz’s verse. In the opening track “Distaccati”, Portnowitz invites us on a journey through the magnifying world of the telescope, where he trysts with Walt Whitman and attempts to transcend the boundary of human limitation. Into the deep mesh of the compact disc we are taken, ably guided by instrumentation that harvests the roots of American history in a rhythmically sound bundle.
This is an album filled with wanderlust, at once geographical, spiritual, and celestial, the latter evidenced in “To a Meteorite in a Museum”, which tells the story of a meteorite’s journey to and within Earth. “The Moon Looks Back” continues the celestial motif, lamenting the impact that created our twilight guide. These compositions are punctuated by more terrestrial concerns, such as the dualistic love letter to “New York”, but are sensitively put to one side as the band redouble their efforts to find that other-meaning in the world.
In “A Stone Questions its Sculptor”, Portnowitz anthropomorphizes the uncut stone: the sculptor remains silent, one could say inanimate, therefore replacing, away from the fantasy, the articulate object. These modern intimations can be traced as far back as Pygmalion mythology and Keats’s odes, which may have provided the foundations for Distaccati. Whatever the influences, Distaccati is a finely tuned album. There has been much discussion as to whether the album is conceptual in design. The answer is yes, because it is “unified by a theme, which can be instrumental, compositional, narrative, or lyrical.” And it’s not just the narrative cathexis of Portnowitz that raises Distaccati above other folk-centric units. The musicianship sublimely wraps, elevates and infuses this 11-track LP with a full interpretation of human emotion, allowing the listener to experience mystical escape.
Clock Hands Strangle have set sail on the good-ship Maria Crowther, along with Keats and Whitman, to a future criss-crossed with success, and they have kindly provided the soundtrack for the journey. I recommend you buckle up, lean back and press play.
Paul Robinson
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