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….

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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.

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

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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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….