Middlesbrough Calling
Sunday, June 14th, 2009I’ve been thinking a lot lately about the way place and writing work so was glad to get asked to blog about my work in that context, both in the sense of the work I do in the community and educational settings, often with my fellow poet and compadre in Ek Zuban Literature development Bob Beagrie, and in my own creative work which is heavily influenced by my locale here near the iron drained Cleveland hills and b
y the travels I’ve been able to make because of my poetry; most intensely in recent years to Finland which gives you a different means of looking at home. Beyond considering the way place can mutate and split open your discourse, its interesting to draw on the kind of projects I work on with groups at the edge of society – in the last twelve months I’ve worked with refugees and asylum seekers, recovering addicts, substance abusers, young offenders, kids in care, young people in danger of sexual exploitation on the streets, young carers and young people in danger of exclusion and offending – which prompts me often to consider how place can dictate your boundaries and your way of communicating to a large extent - how it can in fact help to tie your tongue and restrict your possibilities. Nearly everything I do as a poet and project leader is based on the fact that I firmly believe in the value of untieing your tongue enough to resist definition only from the outside, that in this poetry and the arts CAN change the world especially in the toughest places, which the likes of revisonist Auden and patrician Eliot knew virtually nothing about. As I move around the North East in the next two weeks I’m going to stack up the evidence on place as source of pride, as a kind of prison and as a battleground where the ability to define and remember whats happened in distant and recent memory can offer us alternative identitys to those foisted upon us by the powers that be, the media and the forgetful regenerators. I grew up in a steelworking community surrounded by stark and beautiful nature that often is forgotten in national sterotypes of my place and exotic words were like lava bubbling under a crust of the kind of language that allows you to survive when your life’s mapped out in shifts. In my forty years, although the place still can look the same, so much has happened to affect all that was sure in language and lifestyle, the works that defined our identity here are in their final throes now, the social barriers are still there but much less easy to define, there’s a battle on for identity in the regeneration arena between the relentlessly positive movers and shakers who have renamed Teesside the Tees Valley and those of us who feel there is older identities and histories we need to hold onto. All this in a generation that’s seen an ongoing half invisible war conducted by a Prime minister and President who have wilfully dismissed what history can teach us about who we are. I think even in a blog it’s worthwhile sometimes just reporting on what’s going on in front of my eyes in a kind of daily travelogue as I move around from project to project for the next two weeks in my poetry ronin existence and how this fits or contradicts what national readers may expect of “my place. ” I’m also going to reflect on my work on progress “Necklace of Tongues” which attempts to explore place and identity in a mythic framework whilst not losing focus on contemporary post industrial realities.
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One Comment
subscribe comments feedSarah Butler
June 17th, 2009
Hi Andy,
I really enjoyed this post, thank you. This sentence particularly struck me:
“I grew up in a steelworking community surrounded by stark and beautiful nature that often is forgotten in national sterotypes of my place and exotic words were like lava bubbling under a crust of the kind of language that allows you to survive when your life’s mapped out in shifts”.
That contrast between the richness of a place and the way it is stereotyped, and how that relates to language, made me think of an interview I did with a writer/consultant/lead artist, Denna Jones (www.dennajones.com) for an article about writing and the public realm, which will be published in the next edition of Mslexia. Denna spent some of her childhood in the desert of Southern California; she says: ‘I’m very aware of the language used to erroneously describe the desert – bleak, empty, etc. – and I notice similar pejorative language used about areas designated for regeneration too. But, in reality, the desert is a hugely rich and complex place. I get very concerned about projects which assume places with problems are just blank pages.’
(http://aplaceforwordsuw.blogspot.com/2009/05/blank-pages.html)
Sarah
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