Interview with Elaine McGinty

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the Talk Show studio (rapturous applause)

Now, settle down as we welcome our guest the wonderful musician and poet Elaine McGinty!

(Loud applause and standing ovation as our esteemed guest glides down the lighted stairway)

Welcome to the show, Elaine.

Fill us in on your background. When did music and poetry become a part of your life?

Pleasure to be here, Heather.

They always have been, my parents had music around, mainly Irish and then with older brothers and sisters, raiding their record collections and like most people, at school sharing about new bands.

I’ve always written poetry, from an early age. Then I had a period in my life when I just stopped completely. I’d been exploring music and wanting to make my poems into songs as a teenager, I learned bass guitar. Then I was in a situation where it wasn’t ok to do music and writing so gave it up for some years.

Later in life I started again,  joined bands, but the band Joe & I founded, Phoenix Chroi was the first time I felt able to share my poems, the songs were an amalgamation of my words and Joe’s bass.

The responsibilities of setting up and running Phoenix/Fiery Bird made being in a band too difficult logistically, Joe and I went to it as a duo doing spoken word/songs and bass. It was also more liberating to include more fluid styles.

We also feel the venue should be run by gigging artists who know what it feels like to be on both sides of the stage.

Yes, I grew up with music too. It does give you a different outlook in life. What a great background.

And yes, they really know what it’s like.

Tell us about Fiery Bird and how it came about

Fiery Bird Venue is a project run by & within the community benefit CIC we founded- Phoenix Cultural Centre – in 2011.

It was a combination of things really. We were original musicians but my own home town (Joe is a more recent adoptee of Woking, he is Hackney born & bred with spells in Ireland) despite being known for it’s music & writing heritage had no original live music venue.

Also, no grassroots cultural centre despite ethnically the highest diversity in Surrey. I was working in community development and learning as well, and people I was working with were saying they felt left behind by the regeneration of the town with nowhere safe and welcoming to go at night.

Friends of ours had taken over empty buildings elsewhere in the country, Tottenham for example, and made them into vibrant and welcoming creative places. We saw that opportunity for Woking, to celebrate and welcome new art of all disciplines and cultures and provide a space where people could unlock their creativity again or practice if it they were already connected. It seemed to make sense to have all those things in one space for everyone, every generation, background, wealth, sexuality, gender, whatever.

Woking didn’t have a single dedicated music venue or grassroots arts centre. It felt obvious to be honest. 

We’d started putting things on in pubs, cafes, on the street, in the park and then opened a small shop space (right opposite where are now) in 2013. The Public Living Room in the current Phoenix Centre where Write Out Loud takes place is what that space looked like.

Then we moved to a 1000 capacity nightclub in 2018 and were due to go to our permanent space in 2020 but the Council went bankrupt and couldn’t complete it so the owners of the building we are in now offered it to us for three years to keep us going. That now houses the Phoenix Centre on one side and Fiery Bird music venue on the other.

So we are making the best of it while we have it and hope a permanent space can be found during that time. 

 

Yes, that was a real blow about the Council.

That’s admirable and innovative, Elaine. Are you working on anything at the present?

Yes, I am finishing my Song Therapy qualification for community based music and I would love to get a collection of poetry together. Joe & I have more songs/spoken word to record too. 

Right now, I am a bit bombarded with venue stuff, we recently had a break in, there’s always some challenge to deal with,  but I really want to set myself that goal as I have a really bad habit of putting my own creative work last.

It makes me a bit of an ironic hypocrite when here I am telling everyone to come and express their creative life when the place I am setting up for people to do that is the excuse I use for not doing it myself! 

That was devastating news about the break-in. We were all stunned. The malevolence of people!

Now, ( audience gasp) what’s the best gig you’ve ever done? And the worst ?!

There’s been loads of lovely ones both with the band and the poetry gigs. Generally it’s meeting some great people and hearing their work and the variety of it that has led to more gigs with them.

I love how different people are and the perspectives they bring. The kindness too. The best I think was in a working men’s club night where it wasn’t poetry and when we started with the songs/poems and bass. People were ‘ok wtf is this going to be like’ but talking like people do on a night out.

Then halfway through the first piece, there was silence and it went on like that to the end and there was a great response. A woman came up to me and said ‘I hate poetry but I loved that, that sounds like my life’ 

Then Al Pacino came in and carried me out on his shoulders

(Ok the Al Pacino bit isn’t true, it’s obvious I’d crush the man with my matronly girth) 

I think the worst was a feeling that we had been booked for something and I felt like it was being a sideshow, performing monkey, fulfilling a stereotype to make something look inclusive. It made me remember that people that could make change, don’t always want to listen to make that change, but know enough to show that they at least look like it. We were literally their lip service. That didn’t feel good. It reminded me to discern.

Al Pacino?! If only!! Stranger things have happened, so you never know! What a learning curve.

Thank you for coming on the show, Elaine.

Believe you’re out on the town with Dobby tonight

I tried desperately to get you an invite, Heather but….

I know. (Sighs resignedly)

Thank you for coming on the show, Elaine and being such a fascinating guest

(rapturous applause and standing ovation as our esteemed guest wafts elegantly up the stairs )

Wasn’t Elaine a wonderful guest, PL’s.

Thank you for tuning into the talk show studio. We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

The Fog on the Tyne…

Hello Poetry Lovers

I’m finally back on Southern soil after a great trip to Newcastle. What an adventure! Durham, Angel of the North, Whitley Bay and wonderful moments discovering The Toon and all its intricacies and character.

It was also great catching up with old and new friends. So lovely to see Greg and Gillian Freeman and our night at Yellow Line Poetry in Whitley Bay’s former ticket office. Also to see the vibrant Pip MacDonald on her home ground. Fabulous!

Thank you to the wonderful Haley for hosting this. A great poet and MC, and all the other fantastic people I met there.

I finally came up with a poem about this amazing city. It’s by far not my best but read on anyway

Oh Newcastle, I’m coming to read to you
But you look a hard nut to crack
When you hear my speaking voice 
You may think my poetry is crap



I’m drawn to your pride and colloquialisms
But  you might not take to mine
If I whinge and moan too long 
You may throw me in the Tyne! 



The fog on the Tyne is NOT all mine
Don’t let me think otherwise 
And if you lot turn nasty 
I may have to leave in disguise! 

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s and reading about me adventures. We’ll be back with more poetry adventures real soon…..

Newcastle

Hello Poetry Lovers

Well, after a fantastic Booming Lovelies gig yesterday, I’m off to

I am hoping the people of Newcastle will forgive me for my rough sketch of their city’s outline. I got it as accurate as I feasibly could. Some of the buildings look a bit dicey. I’m so sorry.

This drawing is slightly better – just. I’m looking forward to seeing this bridge today.

Now then, I promise to come up with a poem about Newcastle. My attempts at one the last few days have been abysmal, I will try again.

Open to North East pieces from you, PL’s. On a postcard please…..

Here’s a really rough version of Newcastle’s proud skyline, I think the Millennium Wheel looks better in this one.

Tonight I’m going to Yellow Line Poetry at Whitley Bay with the wonderful and much missed Greg and Gillian Freeman. Wish me luck! They could run me out of town!

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. I’ll keep you posted, and Dobby will man the desk while I’m away.

The Houses I Have Never Had

Hello Poetry Lovers

Recently I posted about the rooms I have never had. Now talented poet Trisha Broomfield has taken this up to a higher level with The Houses I have Never Had! Love it, just up my street(!). And needless to say, a dream to illustrate.

A lovely introspective piece, do read on


My House

The Walls of my house would be stone

with room for a large window seat

I’d snuggle up and read alone

I wouldn’t worry about neat

with room for a large window seat

the cat would have a comfy bed

I wouldn’t worry about neat

there would be piles of books unread

the cat would have a comfy bed

the floorboards would be creaky, old

there would be piles of books unread

at home I never would be cold

the floorboards would be creaky, old

I’d have a view of turquoise sea

at home I never would be cold

an endless pot of pu-erh tea

I’d have a view of turquoise sea

I’d snuggle up and read alone

an endless pot of pu-erh tea

the walls of my house would be stone.

©TB

Wasn’t that a wonderful piece?! Thank you so much, Trisha, and more please!

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

Return of the Poetry Basket Review

Welcome back to the Poetry Basket review.

Today, we are proud to review Sharron Green’s latest collection Willing Words. A thoroughly absorbing and versatile pamphlet that one is very willing to read. Absolutely worthy of the hot review below. Do read on….

Willing Words by Sharron Green

A well-presented collection and a slick title makes any poetry journey worthwhile.   This is certainly the case with Willing Words, subtitled An Ode to Poetry, by prolific poet Sharron Green who draws us into an intricate route of true and painful roads that poets head down many times.

Many a True Word is a very apt opening piece, with a vibrant first line that jumps out at us. ‘Never trust a poet’ –  such very true words and valuable advice! Yet we rarely heed it.

Stand out pieces such as Unread Pages, Confessions of a Poet’s Lover, and Drunken Syllables, have just the right level of poignancy and humour, with a profound subtext that will inspire us as poets. Writer’s Block reflects our ultimate paranoia.  Dawn and Dusk stays with us in a strong couplet structure, and the title poem is witty and wistful. 

Shall I Read You? has a sensual quality, and Tomorrow has a real tinge of sadness and tragedy.  Poetic Pox or Paean is cleverly done with a vivid use of language.  To Please, Prickle has an edgy and biting rhyme scheme, and there’s a strong empathy in Poeting.   

My Poetry Style is thorough and vivid, and enticing language of Where the Truth Lies and its conflicting conversations. A good potential for two voices.

Reflections on Rejections is so true, it’s almost painful. Every wordsmith will feel that pain. Modern Rhymes is very strong, funny and a touch brutal. Taking the Plunge is written in a classy structure.

As our journey nears its end, Green’s poems draw strength without losing its consistency. The reader doesn’t get tired, nor want to stop on the way there.

A classy collection with an impressive variation of structures. An inspiration to poets generally.  I’ve bought a return ticket!

For a real treat, click on Sharron’s website http://rhymesnroses.com to purchase a copy of the innovative Willing Words.

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s and sharing this review. Get buying that book, and we’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

The Cat in the Caff

Hello Poetry Lovers

I know this is worldwide news now, about the tragedy they have called Storm Dobby. An unsuspecting cafe run by Mrs Slagg had a very unwelcome visitor recently. The worst tragedy since King Kong!

Now, what can we say to this disaster?! Well, clever poet Sharron Green has summed this incident up beautifully. It even cheered up Mrs Slagg. Do read on….

The Cat in the Caff

The cat sat in the Slaggs cafe,
she licked it very much.


Her paws purrused the decor,
it had a hint of hutch.
She felt a little oversized,
fur it was such a squeeze,


it would be a catastrophe 
if she were to sneeze.
A full house was a feat indeed


though not with one mouth solely, 
one that mewed for tuna melt
and sardine roly poly.


The Slaggs tried hard to shoo her out
but Dobby swished away


she was a feline squatter 
in the latest cat cafe.

rhymes_n_roses 2024

Thank you so much, Sharron for this terrific piece. Wasn’t it wonderful, PL’s?!

As you can see in the above photo, there is not a shred of remorse from that furry whiskered whirlwind! And as to Mrs Slagg’s cafe owning future, well, watch this space…..

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

Interview with Julian Bishop

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the Talk Show Studio

(rapturous applause – security nervous)

Now settle down as we welcome the wonderfully talented poet, Julian Bishop! 

(Standing ovation as our esteemed guest elegantly glides down the lit staircase)

Welcome to the show, Julian. A great honour.

Oh! You didn’t bring Sid the Cat?!  

I think Dobby whisked him off for tips and advice on how to be annoying!

Great to be on the show.

So glad you could be here.

Now, Julian, tell us a bit about yourself…

I don’t think I had a very high opinion of poetry until I discovered Ted Hughes and Seamus Heaney in my late teens. I was more into “Hawk in the Rain” than Led Zeppelin, I can still just about recite it off by heart. And weirdly Thom Gunn’s Tamer and Hawk too.

I did English at University and wanted to write my dissertation on Heaney but was told “it’s too modern”. I ended up doing it on Wordsworth’s tedious The Prelude.

Even though I hated Led Zepp, my first job was as rock reporter for the South Wales Echo.

Unbelievably I got to “interview” Michael Jackson and asked him if he had a message for Wales to which he said “I love whales, they’re so cute”. My story was headlined “Michael’s Message to Wales: I Love You”. Pure poetry. 

Fantastic! What a great story! The iconic Michael Jackson! Love it!

When did poetry become a part of your life?

I went on to work for BBC Wales then got a job at ITN’s News At Ten when they were relaunching it with Trevor McDonald. Unbelievably stressful job.

I don’t think I picked up a book of poetry until I’d stopped working full time as a journalist and came across an Alice Oswald poem called Flies (2015?) which captured the fabulous yuckiness of flies so brilliantly.

I was hooked. I started to devour as much contemporary poetry as I could and of course that led to trying to write some myself…

What a turning point, Julian! Sometimes that’s just how it works.

Who are your biggest influences?

I’ve already mentioned three, I’d also add my namesake Elizabeth Bishop for her amazing multi-layered poems, Mark Doty for his opulent language and Kei Miller for his gentle dexterity with language and form.

If ever I need inspiration, I’ll grab one of Heaney’s books – I have three copies of his first volume of Selected Poems, not sure how that happened… 

Fabulous influences, Julian.

Tell us about ‘We Saw It All Happen’ and how it came about…..

While I was at BBC Wales I spent some time working as their first environment reporter. Those were the days before climate change was a “thing” and most of my time was spent covering weather stories, usually floods given this was Wales. I owned five pairs of wellies because most of them were usually drying out.

Climate change has crept up the news agenda but statistics only appeal to the head not the heart. And I thought this was where poetry could fill a gap. I called it We Saw It All Happen because like me, we’re all witnesses to what’s going on and all equally guilty of not doing enough to tackle it, bar the odd bit of recycling perhaps.

I’m not sure poetry makes anything happen but it can at least make people think a little deeper about their choices. I should add it’s not an entirely gloomy book, there’s humour in there although admittedly it’s quite dark humour. 

Oh I loved the wit in there. Beautifully written without judgment or finger pointing. 

So, (sweeps everything off the desk. The audience gasp) What’s the best poetry gig you’ve ever done – and the Worst ?!

I’m sure the gig you’ve kindly asked me to take part in this summer will be the best Heather!

And I did enjoy a gig you arranged for me at the Vauxhall Tea House in London which is the first time in my life people chanted “more, more” after a poem!

The worst was at a venue I won’t name where only four people turned up. At least one of the other poets had brought along some Pipers Cheese and Onion crisps.

Well, Julian, if it’s the one I’m thinking of, they were very nice crisps indeed! 

Thank you so much for coming on the show. You’ve been a fascinating guest.

Are you and Sid out on the town tonight ? 

Well, Heather, I think I’ve lost Sid to Dobby. So it’s best I find him and take him home.

(Thunderous applause as Julian Bishop legs it up the stairs calling for Sid)

Wasn’t Julian a wonderful and fascinating guest?! To treat yourself to this wonderful collection, click onto Julian’s website now

http://Julianbishoppoet.com

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

Trimeric Food Parcel

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the Trimeric Corner, it’s been a while.

I have composed a Trimeric piece containing one of the most unhealthiest, but quite frankly, delicious foods. See if you can spot what it is! Read on….

Food Parcel 

They say ham and eggs are nice 

But their charm passes me by 

I prefer something with rice 

Or a steak & kidney pie 

But their charm passes me by

ham is really unexciting and dull 

Of cold meats, I’ve had a belly full 

I prefer something with rice 

sweet & sour or chow mein 

my daily menu is never plain 

Or a steak & kidney pie

especially Fray Bentos in a tin

their processed meat draws me in 

Thanks for reading, PL’s. I think there’s a Fray Bentos in all of us somewhere. A guilty pleasure that one covers up! Now it’s time to reveal those indulgences.

Answers on a postcard please….

We’ll be back with more poetry action real soon….

Welcome to Spring….

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome to Spring (I think)! It kind of looks like it’s here – sort of.

To celebrate this elusive season, I have dug out my Spring Triolet, followed by Sharron Green’s stunning piece Out of the Dark. Far more profound and poignant than mine!

But have a read of them both anyway….

Spring Triolet

Birds sing against the weakening dark

And the need for gloves disperse

People are more up for a lark

Birds sing against the weakening dark

But I wouldn’t recommend the local park

Light evenings only make it look worse

Birds sing against the weakening dark

And the need for gloves disperse

HM 2024

Out of the Dark

Out of the dark, the blues of deep winter,


when we feel trapped and moods crash and splinter,

hope forces life to bud at twig’s end,

glimpses of spring flirt just round the bend.
Bright yellow pops from ripe daffodils,


blossom unfurls and joyfully spills.
Out of the dark, we shrug off the night,
freed from within we greet the sunlight.

Rhymes n Roses 2024

Wasn’t that a beautiful poem?! Thank you so much, Sharron. Please keep them coming.

Sharron has a new book out Willing Words, which I thoroughly recommend. Go to Sharron’s site at http://www.rhymesnroses.com to treat yourself.

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

Poetry Basket Review

Hello Poetry Lovers

Welcome back to the Poetry Basket Review. This week we take a good look at a welcome return for Ray Pool and his enigmatic new collection Hopscotch.

Hopscotch

by Ray Pool

The title alone sums up this eclectic collection by prolific poet Ray Pool. Hopscotch was a game with hidden intricacies, deceptively simple with a complex subtext. The same applies to the canny sharp pieces inside this immaculate white glossy book.  This nostalgic and iconic game is effectively illustrated on the front.   

Let’s get into Ray Pool’s Aston Martin as he takes us to many enticing subheadings with this apt and clever collection. So many pieces jump out at the reader, and we wouldn’t have it any other way. The Shorts section holds the title piece, along with witty limericks, haikus, and other vibrant humorous shorts. Including the subject of Christine in Virginalia’. We’re with her all the way!  

We stop the car to embrace the heading Reflections on a Life in Music, we feel the poet really comes into his own and excels. The terrific account of Tommy Cooper, and the lesser known Tommy Bruce are endearing – and hilarious.  Plus the Mother of Invention himself, An Evening With Frank Zappa is full of amazing details. I love the stark structure of all these pieces. 

So we get back in Ray’s car and journey along to colourful sections like Trains of Thought. By Back Door across the Moor geographically details West London, particularly the hallowed West Drayton (happy memories there) and this poet does not spare any details.   Early Beginnings And Family Affairs…gives us poignant revelations with Aunt Georgie and her splendid possessions in RevelationsA Meeting of Minds is simply touching. Light and Bitter All Hallows on Sea will incur urges in us all to get to the English coast.  

We park the car at a personal favourite, the wistful and witty My Usherette that conveys a faded glamour. Staying on a cinema theme, Living at the Astoria is irresistible, a bittersweetness of glorious institutions long gone. Lost and Gone Forever gives us staples of Saturday night television and their stars, Val Doonican particularly strikes a chord.  Que Sera Sera is reflective and humorous.  

We drive to Strange Tales and pick up The Ballad of Bertie Bassett And The Bisto Kids, with a mention to Benny Hill that is hilarious. It simply just has to be read. Let’s Get Serious is an absorbing heading, with the detailed Playing Your Cards , and Suicide by Text and East End Welcome.  Dark writing tinged with matching humour. 

We park up by the most significant chapter COVID. There are clever twists in Lockdown Funeral and The Famous Five Go On The Warpath.  The latter piece very updated indeed.  

An impressive and clever collection. Can we go round again, Ray, please?! Before you drop us off at my Robin Reliant!

To treat yourselves to a super collection, please email Ray himself on raypool@live.co.uk

Thanks for tuning in, PL’s. More poetry action real soon….