I read the poems:
- Sense of Peace
- Memories from Limbo
- The Song of Icarus
Write Angle - Third Tuesday of every month
Hosted by Leah Cohen and Jake Claret
Address: Upstairs @ The Square Brewery
7 The Square
Petersfield
Hampshire
GU32 3HJ
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
London Literature Lounge - London - 16/09/2010
I read at the London Literature Lounge:
- Falling
- Mythology
- The sequence Definitions of Silence:
1. Music
2. Hand
3. Box
4. Bow
5. Beat
6. Violin
The London Poetry Lounge at the Poetry Cafe - Third Thursday of every month
Hosted by Anjan Saha
The Poetry Cafe
22 Betterton St.
Covent Garden
London WC2H 9BX
- Falling
- Mythology
- The sequence Definitions of Silence:
1. Music
2. Hand
3. Box
4. Bow
5. Beat
6. Violin
The London Poetry Lounge at the Poetry Cafe - Third Thursday of every month
Hosted by Anjan Saha
The Poetry Cafe
22 Betterton St.
Covent Garden
London WC2H 9BX
Tuesday, 7 September 2010
Complexity and Simplicity
I have heard quite often either dismissive or enthusiastic comments imposing simplicity of language as a must-have for any sort of written work. As a consequence of this perspective, anything complex or elaborated tends to be seen as excessive and out of place. This view applies to long or convoluted sentences, paragraphs and less used words and embodies a discrete sort of fundamentalism that strives for a literary canon that requires for every published work to be uncomplicated and concrete (as opposed to abstract). This view is unconsciously consubstantiated in the tendency so many of us have to refer to a novel or a poem starting with the expression “it is about…” as if the about word could bring everyone else to a ground of familiarity and understanding that summed up the essence of that object.
Abstract items, to be removed from a literary work, be it poetry, fiction, essay or drama, are emotions displayed separately from the context that causes them; values claiming some level of universality if explored without the scope of objects and references of any length to anything non-physical such as interior monologues, states of mind and so on. Complexity, in its turn, is identified in texts with long sentences and series of paragraphs with little space for dialogs.
I hear at times people complaining at how some unexpected complexity of writing undermines the understanding and enjoyment of the plot and that, in turn, has made me realise that, in fiction, language is seen as the invisible vehicle for a plot. Sitting with friends and praising Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”, as one of those fiction books that is written in such a way that you feel like reading it out loud, even when reading it in the quietness of your home, I got some stares of perplexity, as if the sole role of the language was to remain in a neutral, indifferent state.
Nowadays, the rejection of complexity starts at school, where complexity of language is discarded in favour of ease of learning, with learning being understood as achievement of a pass grade. In this context, complexity becomes the unseen companion of the Political Correctness fantasy of an all-inclusive language that does not challenge, but implicitly smothers and impairs our view of the world. It goes on, then, through life, in our culture of entertainment, of favouring a reading experience almost entirely based on impoverishing plot-centric fiction that leaves out the full blown exposure to the complexity of the others in their states of minds, emotions and alternate perceptions of time and reality; that leaves out as well the enjoyment of a language that can be bigger than life.
What we lose with the forced oversimplification of language is, however, more serious than some literary works and is rapidly extending to the way we express ourselves in our everyday life and how we communicate our thoughts, feelings and emotions; how we analyse our surroundings and the issues we have to solve and how we transmit to ourselves and others approaches to solve them. A fact that should be simple and obvious in a commonsensical way is that we need a complex language to express a complex situation; in some cases, keeping it simple is achieved by leaving information out of the equation or, even worse, gives to what is read an equivocal and blurred sense. Failing to cope with complexity, we have no choice but to rely on pretending to understand so well that we don’t realise that we effectively don’t and expect that someone out there can tell us what to do.
I am not suggesting that everything should be expressed in a complex way, but that complexity should be regarded as an available option seen, if used properly, as a natural use of the full resource spectrum that language provides us with, and the same should be true for simplicity. What is, in fact, implied here is far more serious: We should fear that the automatic rejection of complexity without any further thought is already impairing our ability to fully deal with a complex world and society: ours. By rejecting complexity in favour of an artificial and impaired simplicity we are nurturing and creating a society based on stupidity.
Abstract items, to be removed from a literary work, be it poetry, fiction, essay or drama, are emotions displayed separately from the context that causes them; values claiming some level of universality if explored without the scope of objects and references of any length to anything non-physical such as interior monologues, states of mind and so on. Complexity, in its turn, is identified in texts with long sentences and series of paragraphs with little space for dialogs.
I hear at times people complaining at how some unexpected complexity of writing undermines the understanding and enjoyment of the plot and that, in turn, has made me realise that, in fiction, language is seen as the invisible vehicle for a plot. Sitting with friends and praising Conrad’s “Heart of Darkness”, as one of those fiction books that is written in such a way that you feel like reading it out loud, even when reading it in the quietness of your home, I got some stares of perplexity, as if the sole role of the language was to remain in a neutral, indifferent state.
Nowadays, the rejection of complexity starts at school, where complexity of language is discarded in favour of ease of learning, with learning being understood as achievement of a pass grade. In this context, complexity becomes the unseen companion of the Political Correctness fantasy of an all-inclusive language that does not challenge, but implicitly smothers and impairs our view of the world. It goes on, then, through life, in our culture of entertainment, of favouring a reading experience almost entirely based on impoverishing plot-centric fiction that leaves out the full blown exposure to the complexity of the others in their states of minds, emotions and alternate perceptions of time and reality; that leaves out as well the enjoyment of a language that can be bigger than life.
What we lose with the forced oversimplification of language is, however, more serious than some literary works and is rapidly extending to the way we express ourselves in our everyday life and how we communicate our thoughts, feelings and emotions; how we analyse our surroundings and the issues we have to solve and how we transmit to ourselves and others approaches to solve them. A fact that should be simple and obvious in a commonsensical way is that we need a complex language to express a complex situation; in some cases, keeping it simple is achieved by leaving information out of the equation or, even worse, gives to what is read an equivocal and blurred sense. Failing to cope with complexity, we have no choice but to rely on pretending to understand so well that we don’t realise that we effectively don’t and expect that someone out there can tell us what to do.
I am not suggesting that everything should be expressed in a complex way, but that complexity should be regarded as an available option seen, if used properly, as a natural use of the full resource spectrum that language provides us with, and the same should be true for simplicity. What is, in fact, implied here is far more serious: We should fear that the automatic rejection of complexity without any further thought is already impairing our ability to fully deal with a complex world and society: ours. By rejecting complexity in favour of an artificial and impaired simplicity we are nurturing and creating a society based on stupidity.
Saturday, 4 September 2010
Tall Lighthouse - London - 02/09/2010
I read at the Tall Lighthouse poetry event at the Poetry Cafe:
- Effective Range
- Magic Mirror
- Mythology
Tall Lighthouse at the Poetry Cafe - First Thursday of every month
Hosted by John Citizen
The Poetry Cafe
22 Betterton St.
Covent Garden
London WC2H 9BX
- Effective Range
- Magic Mirror
- Mythology
Tall Lighthouse at the Poetry Cafe - First Thursday of every month
Hosted by John Citizen
The Poetry Cafe
22 Betterton St.
Covent Garden
London WC2H 9BX
Tuesday, 27 July 2010
Tongues & Grooves - Portsmouth - 25/07/2010
read the Poem:
- Rosetta Stone
Event hosted by Maggie Sawkins
Every last Sunday of the month at The Florence Arms
Florence Road, Southsea, Hants PO5 2NE.
- Rosetta Stone
Event hosted by Maggie Sawkins
Every last Sunday of the month at The Florence Arms
Florence Road, Southsea, Hants PO5 2NE.
Thursday, 15 July 2010
Poetry Unplugged - London - 13/07/2010
I read at Poetry Unplugged:
- In Transit (poem in 3 parts)
Poetry Unplugged, Hosted by Niall O'Sullivan
The Poetry Cafe,
22 Betterton Street,
WC2H 9BX
London
Every Tuesday at 7:30 PM
- In Transit (poem in 3 parts)
Poetry Unplugged, Hosted by Niall O'Sullivan
The Poetry Cafe,
22 Betterton Street,
WC2H 9BX
London
Every Tuesday at 7:30 PM
Saturday, 10 July 2010
Poetry Jam @ The Tea Box - Richmond - 09/07/2010
I read the poems:
- One
- Rosetta Stone
2nd Friday of each month
reThe Tea Box - 7.30pm
Address: 7 Paradise Road
Post Code: TW9 1RX
- One
- Rosetta Stone
2nd Friday of each month
reThe Tea Box - 7.30pm
Address: 7 Paradise Road
Post Code: TW9 1RX
Monday, 5 July 2010
Tall Lighthouse - London - 01/07/2010
I read the Tall Lighthouse poetry event at the Poetry Cafe:
- Senses - Sense of Home
- Casualties
Tall Lighthouse at the Poetry Cafe - First Thursday of every month
Hosted by John Citizen
22 Betterton St.
Covent Garden
London WC2H 9BX
- Senses - Sense of Home
- Casualties
Tall Lighthouse at the Poetry Cafe - First Thursday of every month
Hosted by John Citizen
22 Betterton St.
Covent Garden
London WC2H 9BX
Monday, 28 June 2010
Tongues & Grooves - Portsmouth - 27/06/2010
I read the Poems:
- Pompey
- Casualties
Event hosted by Richard Williams
Every last Sunday of the month at The Florence Arms
Florence Road, Southsea, Hants PO5 2NE.
- Pompey
- Casualties
Event hosted by Richard Williams
Every last Sunday of the month at The Florence Arms
Florence Road, Southsea, Hants PO5 2NE.
Friday, 21 May 2010
Poetry Unplugged - London - 18/05/2010
I read at Poetry Unplugged:
- Pompey
- Circe's Pigsty
- Carlo Crivelli, Virgin and Child
Poetry Unplugged, Hosted by Niall O'Sullivan
The Poetry Cafe,
22 Betterton Street,
WC2H 9BX
London
Every Tuesday at 7:30 PM
- Pompey
- Circe's Pigsty
- Carlo Crivelli, Virgin and Child
Poetry Unplugged, Hosted by Niall O'Sullivan
The Poetry Cafe,
22 Betterton Street,
WC2H 9BX
London
Every Tuesday at 7:30 PM
Parallel Mirrors
The world, as we see it,
is a mirror of the mind
which the mind glares, trying
to look back at itself
but always falling, lost
in this Narcisus stare.
The mind, as it is,
is a mirror of the world
and when the world moves
a strong godlike right arm
a bantam left hand points down
at the dark back of the mind.
I stare at you often
as if you were my world
for you to stare back at me
with a deliberation
and mischievous intensity
that undresses will and thoughts.
Will I dare to return it
or was I the one who started?
If I am a reflex
let me be aware of it
so that your gaze on my face
a mirror with a purpose.
is a mirror of the mind
which the mind glares, trying
to look back at itself
but always falling, lost
in this Narcisus stare.
The mind, as it is,
is a mirror of the world
and when the world moves
a strong godlike right arm
a bantam left hand points down
at the dark back of the mind.
I stare at you often
as if you were my world
for you to stare back at me
with a deliberation
and mischievous intensity
that undresses will and thoughts.
Will I dare to return it
or was I the one who started?
If I am a reflex
let me be aware of it
so that your gaze on my face
a mirror with a purpose.
Monday, 3 May 2010
Spell Out - Manchester - 29/04/2010
Due to an exceptional concourse of circumstances, I ended up reading much more than I anticipated. I read the poems:
- Fuck me an Angel
- Penelope's Welcome to Ulysses
- Circe's Pigsty
- Excuses
- The sequence "The Rivers of Hades"
- Lethe, the River
-Styx
-Phlegethon, the River of Flame
-Acheron, the River of Woe
-Kokytos, the River of Lamentation
-The Secret River
Spell Out
Lloyds Hotel - 8pm
617 Wilbraham Road, Chorlton
M21 9AN
Last Thursday of each Month
- Fuck me an Angel
- Penelope's Welcome to Ulysses
- Circe's Pigsty
- Excuses
- The sequence "The Rivers of Hades"
- Lethe, the River
-Styx
-Phlegethon, the River of Flame
-Acheron, the River of Woe
-Kokytos, the River of Lamentation
-The Secret River
Spell Out
Lloyds Hotel - 8pm
617 Wilbraham Road, Chorlton
M21 9AN
Last Thursday of each Month
Sunday, 2 May 2010
Write Out Loud - Trafford/Manchester - 27/04/2010
I read the poems:
- One
- Summoning the Dead
Write Out Loud - Trafford
Waterside Arts Centre - 7pm
Sale Town Centre
M33 7ZF
4th Tuesday of each Month (not this May)
- One
- Summoning the Dead
Write Out Loud - Trafford
Waterside Arts Centre - 7pm
Sale Town Centre
M33 7ZF
4th Tuesday of each Month (not this May)
Friday, 23 April 2010
Blank Verse - Guildford - 21/04/2010
I read the poems
- Family Reunion
- Terminal 1
Blank Verse - Hosted by Susie Campbell
Every third Wednesday of the month
Address: The Boileroom
13 Stokefields,
Guildford,
GU1 4LS
- Family Reunion
- Terminal 1
Blank Verse - Hosted by Susie Campbell
Every third Wednesday of the month
Address: The Boileroom
13 Stokefields,
Guildford,
GU1 4LS
Thursday, 22 April 2010
Write Angle - Petersfield - 21/04/2010
I read the poems
- Family Reunion
- Terminal 1
- Pompey
Write Angle - Hosted by Leah Cohen and Jake Claret
Every third Tuesday of the month
Address: Upstairs @ The Square Brewery
7 The Square
Petersfield
Hampshire
GU32 3HJ
- Family Reunion
- Terminal 1
- Pompey
Write Angle - Hosted by Leah Cohen and Jake Claret
Every third Tuesday of the month
Address: Upstairs @ The Square Brewery
7 The Square
Petersfield
Hampshire
GU32 3HJ
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Blank Verse - Guildford - 17/03/2010
I read the poems:
- Penelope's Welcome to Ulysses
- Moon River
- Dark Bliss
To be honest, this wasn't the selection of poems that I had initially in mind, but rather a response to a poem by Rodney Wood setting Ulysses and Pemnelope in a contemporary context.
Blank Verse - Hosted by Susie Campbell
Every third Wednesday of the month
Address: The Boileroom
13 Stokefields,
Guildford,
GU1 4LS
- Penelope's Welcome to Ulysses
- Moon River
- Dark Bliss
To be honest, this wasn't the selection of poems that I had initially in mind, but rather a response to a poem by Rodney Wood setting Ulysses and Pemnelope in a contemporary context.
Blank Verse - Hosted by Susie Campbell
Every third Wednesday of the month
Address: The Boileroom
13 Stokefields,
Guildford,
GU1 4LS
Write Angle - Petersfield - 16/03/2010
I read the poem "One"
Write Angle - Hosted by Leah Cohen and Jake Claret
Every third Tuesday of the month
Address: Upstairs @ The Square Brewery
7 The Square
Petersfield
Hampshire
GU32 3HJ
Write Angle - Hosted by Leah Cohen and Jake Claret
Every third Tuesday of the month
Address: Upstairs @ The Square Brewery
7 The Square
Petersfield
Hampshire
GU32 3HJ
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