Interview with Jacqueline Schaalje

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the talk show studio. Our wonderful guest tonight is the enigmatic and talented Jacqueline Schaalje

(Audience cheer ecstatically as Jacqueline descends the lighted stairs)

Welcome to the show, Jacqueline.

Please take a seat on the chaise lounge and fill us in on your background

Thanks for having me, Heather! I’ve always dreamt of being featured on your entertaining and well-managed poetry blog.

As you may or may not have noticed when you met me last year, Heather, I’m happy to be part of any background.

Although I’ve noticed that some of my friends decline sitting near a rubbish bin or the kitchen in a restaurant, because of the smell. I’ve now also taken over this eccentric peeve, too.

Other backgrounds are still fine. I like country and city. My favourite background at home is the bookcase.

Oh, that would turn my stomach too. And a bookcase is a classy background with great potential.

When did poetry become part of your life?

I know, I know, terrible cliché, but poetry has always been a part of my life. My mother preferred funny poetry or poetry that was unsentimental.

Both my parents were eager readers, and they and people in their circle were interested in language.

I like all kinds of poetry and prose. I really don’t understand what people have against sentimentality or why you should avoid it. I’m an outwardly cold person, so yes, give me sentimentality anytime!

Fascinating, Jacqueline. And I couldn’t agree more. Who were your biggest influences?

My biggest early influences were Sinterklaas rhymes (I grew up in the Netherlands) and hymns (since my father played the church organ and my uncle was a vicar).

Attending church was a cultural clash for me since I’m an atheist, but the patterns and rhythms have become ingrained.

I majored in English at uni. Of all the poets I studied during that time, I was most interested in Keats and Yeats because of their sound. I admired Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson because of their creative ideas.

I like the democratization process so that many more poetic voices are being heard today. I read poetry in other languages too. For example, my ex-partner introduced me to Hebrew poetry.

Those rhymes sound fascinating, and yes, there are hymns I still know every word of today. A big influence on us. I would love to hear some Hebrew poetry.

Are you working on anything at the moment?

I never feel that I’m working on something. Poetry is a cross between hobby and therapy for me. I practice my hobby every day and fall deeper in love.

It’s probably not a good idea to fall in love with your own poems, but you can’t write a good one if you don’t.

I started two new poems today; that may sound like a lot but most of my poems don’t go anywhere. I revise them many times.

I agree, Jacqueline, but we can’t help ourselves!

What’s the best poetry gig you’ve ever done? And the Worst?!

I’ve done only nice poetry gigs. The best one was the one in Teddington with you, Heather. I remember the timekeeper telling me I should stop after what felt like one minute.

To be honest, although I like the community of poets, giving a reading isn’t my cup of tea. I’d rather read a book or write, or go to a good play.

I’ll never forget our night at Teddington and your wonderful pieces.

You’ve been a fascinating guest, Jacqueline

(audience cheer wholeheartedly).

How long are you here for? Let’s go back to Stratford upon Avon again

(our esteemed guest looks awkward)

Ah, you’re going with Dobby and her pals, aren’t you?

It’s the highlight of my trip, Heather. Perhaps one day you’ll be invited…..

It’s okay, you live with the rejection after a while. Feet up in front of the telly again for me tonight. I hope Crossroads is on!

Thanks so much for being a wonderful guest

(standing ovation while the lovely Jacqueline alights the stairs)

Wasn’t Jacqueline an interesting and fascinating guest, PL’s?! Very vibrant and talented.

Thanks for visiting the talk show, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

Going Through my Welsh Book

Hello Poetry Lovers

Recently, at the Laureates’ Lounge in Staines in a delightful open mic poetry reading, organised by Adam Gary, there was a poet who read in English and Welsh.

It sounded superb, and tempted me to get out the Welsh forms I had learnt about and written.

We start with a Hay(na) Ku – please don’t make me pronounce it! – a very simple poetic form of a 3 line poem, one word in the first line, two in the second and three in the third. One can also do a reverse piece.

Hay(na) Ku

Please

Don’t say

Best left unsaid

Please

Don’t tell

Best kept secret

Please

Don’t write

Best avoid slander

Please

Don’t record

Best have silence

Please

Don’t listen

Best to ignore

Please

Don’t go

Best to stay

HM 2022

Then we move onto a Cyrch a Chwta (that seems better known) – an 8 line stanza, with 7 syllables per line. Line 7 crosses rhymes with line 8 on either syllable 3, 4 or 5.

Cyrch a Chwta

Your performance was so dire

So like a funeral pyre

It did not set me on fire

And don’t call me a liar

I knew you were crap prior

When I heard all this via

CRITICS WHO SAY YOU STINK!

Which I think is on the flyer

HM 2022

Weren’t they great, PL’s?! I’d like to see some of yours too…. Incidentally, I have the honour of being invited to be feature poet at the Staines Laureates Lounge on the 9th July. Come along if you can….

Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

Roald Dahl Poems

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought I’d feature some of Roald Dahl’s children’s poetry today. Funny, cheeky and intriguing.

Previously I’ve only been familiar with his short stories, in fact, Kiss Kiss was the first adult paperback I ever bought in Enfield Town. I still remember the slim glossy elegance of that Penguin Book.

Although most of Dahl’s stories have been televised on Tales of the Unexpected, beautifully done with a great cast, they didn’t have the power of keeping one awake at night like the actual text.

So, Dahl’s poetry is a new discovery for me. Some were very long but these were just the right measure of delight. Do read on

Hot And Cold

A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.

Said I, not being very old,
‘By golly gosh, you must be cold! ‘

‘No, no! ‘ she cried. ‘Indeed I’m not! 
I’m feeling devilishly hot! ‘

St Ives

As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Said he, ‘I think it’s much more fun
Than getting stuck with only one.’

Hey Diddle Diddle

Hey diddle diddle
We’re all on the fiddle
And never get up until noon.
We only take cash
Which we carefully stash
And we work by the light of the moon.

Weren’t they fun, PL’s? Delightful pieces, I liked the Hot and Cold poem best. I’ll almost forgive this writer for giving me nightmares, I said almost……

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

Skeltonic Love

Hello Poetry Lovers

Today we return to the Skeltonic section, skeltonic love in fact. A very poignant poem written in this form by talented poet, Trisha Broomfield. A sad situation told in a clever point of view. I know you’ll love it.

Skeltonic Love

You say you love me dearly
but our coupling is yearly
a relationship so nearly,

another night another bed
you rest your weary head
look where your fame has led.

You’re up there on the stage
a different town, a different page
only your body you engage

while your mind remains aloof
as if I need some proof
you’ll soon be on the hoof

your talent is undoubted
and from the rooftops shouted
every rule there is you’ve flouted.

With attraction so enduring
I still find you alluring
but you only love me ‘during’.
©TB


Wasn’t that beautiful, PL’s?! Thank you so much, Trisha. Absolutely terrific piece. I can’t wait to see more.

Do have a go at this fascinating form, PL’s, I would love to see your work. Answers on a postcard please….

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Interview with Pip McDonald

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the Talk Show Studio.

(Loud applause).

Today, we are honoured to have the enigmatic and talented Pip McDonald here with us. (Standing ovation – security nervously on standby)

Now settle down, PL’s, because here she comes now!!!

(Rapturous applause as our esteemed guest alights from the stairs)

Welcome to the show, Pip. How lovely to have you with us.

Take a velvet seat and fill us in on your background

Pleasure to be here, Heather.

I was born in Newcastle-Upon-Tyne and have also spent time in London.

I worked in education for many years, including in a learning technology context in higher education and a university language centre.

I am a DJ for The Thursday Night Show, an online radio station.

In the past, I have enjoyed writing songs, singing in a choir, and playing the guitar. I have always been creative. It is an important thread that runs throughout everything I do.

(Photo by Alex J Newman)

I loved contributing to the #creativeHE Community, for example co-hosting an online open mic event.

I have enjoyed experimenting with creating video poetry and screened a film at the City Lit Film and Animation Festival in 2023.

I was excited to become a fellow of the Royal Society of Arts (RSA) in 2023.

(Photo by Jordan Smith)

Pip! I am so impressed.

You really are a vibrant presence on the poetry and arts scene. And your radio show sounds so cool.

(Audience cheer in agreement)

When did poetry become a part of your life?

I started writing songs from an early age. I loved writing lyrics and playing an acoustic guitar my Dad gave me. I think the poetry came from there.

I wrote and performed poems in a range of spoken word events. I enjoyed writing and curating the performative element.

I was keen to explore the extent to which poetic approaches could be embedded into learning contexts. For example, moving from an academic presentation to a performance at an event by the National Society for Education in Art and Design (NSEAD), the possibilities of moving from PowerPoint to ‘Power Poem’ was lots of fun.

When in-person events became possible again, performing at a range of spoken word events all over the UK including Derby, Oxford and Brighton was great.

Highlights were appearing at Rich Mix for the British Bilingual Poetry Collective (BBPC), the Late Shows, Wandsworth Fringe and with Lost Souls and High Tide Festival in Twickenham.

I loved combining genres and practices to create something novel.

For example, I wrote and performed a ‘poetry game’ or a gamified identity performance at the ART + 2023 (Art Reimagined with Technology) Royal College of Art & Falmouth University in 2023 in an online capacity.

Additionally, I performed a ‘digitally enhanced poetry comic’ as part of a project led by Lifewide Education exploring the United Nations Sustainable Development Goals (SDG).

Oh! A Poetry Comic! That’s so clever, I would LOVE to do that !

Finally, I enjoyed exploring the idea of enhancing poetic performance using costumes and digitally enhanced wearables such as an LED mask, shoes and a wig!

In an Instagram magazine called Fusion in an article entitled ‘One Poet Flew Over the Conference Nest’ I explore the idea of combining cosplay and poetry to create cos-poetics.

Could wearable poetry be a new thing?

Pip, I am loving these concepts of poetry, especially wearable poetry. I’m up for that !

Who were your biggest influences?

My Mum inspired me to explore the work of Joyce Grenfell and Victoria Wood. Drawing on ‘Nursery School’ by Joyce Grenfell, I wrote ‘Boris Don’t Do That’ for Multipolyscriptoscribble 8, an interdisciplinary arts event at The Glitch in London in December 2023 curated by Lawrence Blackman.

Mum always used to say “energy creates energy”, so I try to perform with as much energy as possible. Drawing on the well-known song ‘Barry and Freda’ by Victoria Wood, I wrote and performed comedy poem entitled ‘Let’s Teach it/Research It’.

Additionally, my Dad took me to a Rick Wakeman concert. As a result, I was inspired to write a poem called ‘Journey to the Centre of Research’ for the Learning, Skills and Research (LSRN) Conference. Who knew that progressive rock could inspire poetry?

At an online Write Out Loud event on Zoom, I saw Lee Campbell perform in a multimodal capacity.

He inspired me to both explore and experiment with technology-enhanced poetry and has been an incredible source of support and encouragement.

I’m loving these influences, Pip. Joyce and Rick opened up so many possibilities to us. And Lee Campbell is so innovative. Adore his work

I was also inspired by the crowdsourced poetry approach used by the poet Dan Simpson. The method invites participants to contribute to a prompt and a poem is created by amalgamating the responses. I really liked the idea of collaborative poetry.

I used this approach with the NAG, artist collective exploring gender-based exhibitions for a performance called A Workplace of Our Own. A Crowdsourced Poem for the NAG.

I am always inspired by Hannah Stanislaus, in terms of her authenticity and integrity, and I am grateful for the opportunities she has given me with the Lost Souls poetry group.

Oh I love Hannah too. A unique voice like yours.

You are so prolific!

Are you working on anything at the moment?

I am really looking forward to performing at the Newcastle Fringe Festival at the Pure Class Open Mic Show curated by the talented Mwelwa Chilekwa and at the launch event for the new booklet by the superb spoken word artist Gary The Hat in Sunderland in July.

Additionally, I have been working on a poem that will be published in the Oxford Poetry Library zine and am working on a poetry collection that will be published by William Cornelius Harris.

And we’re looking forward to that, and Oxford Poetry Library zine is a classy publication.

What’s the best gig you’ve ever done? And the Worst?!

One of the most exciting opportunities I had was to be the Poet-in-Residence at the Learning Skills and Research Network (LSRN) annual conference at Aston University in Birmingham in 2023. It was a way to combine poetry, learning and research and was a real privilege.

I wrote and performed a range of poems available on SoundCloud.

Additionally, I wrote an article exploring the experience in the conference journal entitled ‘What is a Poet Doing at a Conference? A Provocation’. This was a good question and fun to try to answer.

In July 2023, my Mum had a stroke that had a significant impact. I wrote and performed a poem exploring the effects of the stroke at a poetry event called Poetic Conversations at Chelsea Library.

The performance made a member of the audience cry. I was very concerned about the person who was upset.

After some reflection, I wondered what poets and poems are for. What would a job description and person specification for a poet be like? Perhaps the real purpose is to provide a safe space to help the audience feel something.

I explore poetic identity in a poem published by Aayo Magazine called ‘The Velveteen Poet’ inspired by The Velveteen Rabbit (1922) by Margery Williams. We have a responsibility to look after ourselves and our audiences. Poetry is about self and other.

I’m so sorry about your Mum, Pip. One of those cruel blows we get in life. You’re both in our thoughts.

Pip, this is just fascinating. I could talk to you all day

(audience heartily cheer)

So, poetry on the agenda tonight?

I’m just on the town tonight with Dobby and her pals. Soho pubs have been warned! Some are closing early.


Darn it! Why am I never invited?! Z Cars for me again tonight! Be careful, they’re a wild bunch!!

Thank you for coming on the show, Pip. You’ve been a delight.

(audience applaud followed by a standing ovation as our guest elegantly climbs the lighted stairs)

Wasn’t Pip an amazing guest, PL’s?! Follow Pip on Facebook, and we’ll look out for her new collection.

Thanks for visiting the Talk Show Studio, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon……

Meeting Me

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought I’d return to the Meeting Myself platform. Especially as I’ve had an irresistible pantoum by clever poet Trisha Broomfield. Imagine meeting yourself on a bus!! Well, Trisha does, and copes beautifully, as you will see

Meeting Me, a pantoum

I met her on the bus, this me

with guarded eyes and stuck on smile

is this what other people see?

I think from me I’ll run a mile

with guarded eyes and stuck on smile

I’ll hop off at the next bus stop

I think from me I’ll run a mile

and nip into the nearest shop

I’ll hop off at the next bus stop

I’m sure that she won’t follow me

and nip into the nearest shop

or maybe find a place for tea

I’m sure that she won’t follow me

I’ll try Starbucks for a coffee

or maybe find a place for tea

I’ll leave her lagging far behind

I’ll try Starbucks for a coffee

is this what other people see?

I’ll leave her lagging far behind

I met her on the bus, this me.

Trisha Broomfield 2024

Wasn’t that a beautiful piece, PL’s?! So heartfelt. Thank you so much, Trisha. Please keep them coming.

Have any of my poets nearly met themselves? I would love to know. Answers on a postcard please….

Thanks for tuning in, Poetry Lovers. We’ll be back with more poetry capers real soon….

Skeltonic Capers

Hello Poetry Lovers

I thought it might be fun to revisit the Skeltonic corner. Not only that, I could write about my favourite themes – bed & sleeping.

These forms are great fun and you can do a lot with them. I have been quite slovenly and cheated as the lines should be very short but rules are there to be broken.

Do read on….

Skeltonic Fun

Stretched on the bed

Catching some Zeds

My inhibitions shed

Horizontal is best

More sleep to digest

The only way to invest

I think Rising at noon

Is really far too soon

To leave the bedroom

Catching up on sleep

While feelings run deep

Too tired to count sheep

My reasons are complex

And don’t feature sex

As everyone expects

Defined as lazy is fine

My inactivity is mine

Oh, I think it’s bedtime!

H Moulson 2024

Aren’t these fun, PL’s?! And I want to see skeltonic ones from you please. Answers on a postcard to the usual address….

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The Poetry Basket reviews….

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the Poetry Basket Review.

In our timeless basket today, we are honoured to have Roger Waldron’s My C&A Years. A charismatic and quirky collection of witty pieces with pathos and raw honesty. As you will see, I have given this great collection a hot review. Very well deserved.

My C & A Years

by Roger Waldron

Who couldn’t resist such an alluring and nostalgic title?!  Giving us a gateway to razor sharp quirky pieces by Roger Waldron.  Published by Dreich, with classy endorsements on the back cover. 

Who couldn’t get drawn in with the edgy Fly on the kitchen worktop, and Shop ( Lift)  Local with its black market capers and Geography teacher? Hating this type of teacher the most, I endorse this one all the way, and I wouldn’t be the only one.   Waldron’s black satirical humour will carry us effortlessly through these unique observations.  Having your Cake, a timeless expression is put to a delicate human situation while enjoying a piece of lemon drizzle. 

The ingenious My Yoga teacher puts me in a difficult position has clever ambivalent overtones, not entirely subtle but still carries a gentle subtext.  More blatant sexual proposals appear in Fighting Talk, with a predatory neighbour.  The narrator preferring a miscarriage of justice with the Police to the alternative.  Such soot-edged humour.

A bohemian feel and bond is very present in Fair is Fare with wine involved, and more delightful edginess with It’s only neighbourly like. The narrator grants sexual favours while the neighbour still complains. Love it.

Tuesday Date Night has a sad tone but like its sibling quirky pieces, it’s by no means mawkish.  Simply tender details of planned sexual antics nipped in the bud!   Dinner party has a crisp menacing text. Alluring.

Wind Blows my poetry off Course puts a natural bodily function into intricate and clever detail. The lonely, poignantly funny Some enchanted Cheesy Evening gives a sharp viewpoint of abandonment and cheese.  A Stinking Bishop will never be the same again.

We end with the frank Dirty talk, which is not remotely so, just a detailed and personal encounter that’s so wonderfully believable. 

Well done, Dreich for publishing such a unique collection, and praise to prolific poet Roger Waldron himself.  Not to be missed. 

For a real treat, order a copy of My C&A Years and follow the man himself on X

@rogerthereg

Thanks for tuning into the Poetry Basket hour, PL’s. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

Love Cafe

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome to the Love Cafe. My friend recently gave me this beautiful collection from poet Sally Crabtree

Isn’t it exquisite?! The most beautiful pamphlet. The poems inside are just as wonderful. I particularly love 10 p Skirt but I didn’t know how to illustrate it!

So I’ve chosen these two lovely pieces below. Ms Crabtree kindly gave me permission to publish these….

Crumbs

The good bits of the past

Are the tea and toast

In bed

&

The bad bits are the crumbs

That won’t go away,

However much you Sweep

Them aside.

They’re there, digging

in

Until the day the moment picks

up the sheet, shakes it out

And

gently lays it down, Saying

“There,

I’ve made your bed

Now lie in it.”

Coffee

One look from you and it’s Sugar

in my coffee

I melt.

Dissolving

desire

Spreading

To

Every part of me.

Sweetness reaches my lips.

Drink me.

Sally Crabtree

Weren’t they stunning, PL’s. Thank you, Sally. Love them.

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Meeting Oneself

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now, hands up who has always wanted to find yourselves. Yes, I thought so, nearly every poet!

And how about actually meeting oneself?! How would it go? Would it be the highest point of your life so far?! Or a real bore and let-down?! Suppose you had nothing in common and they bored you rigid?! And they never left?! Nightmare!!

Anyway, I’ve penned a piece that hopefully sums up how we feel. Do read on

Meeting Myself

How I would love to meet myself

But I don’t know the first place to look

I could be hiding on a dusty shelf

Or pressed up in a yellowed book?

Am I hiding in an old spice jar?

Watching me cook the family meal?

This self-searching is very bizarre.

But the need to find me is real

 I’d swoon if I met myself, I’m sure

And would there be an awkward silence?

Will I show myself to the front door?

Before it ends with blows and violence.

HM 2024

Thanks for reading, PL’s. I hope this captures our fears and needs. You might get on with yourself more though, you never know!

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