Showing posts with label Kathy Page. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Kathy Page. Show all posts

Friday, 27 April 2012

Ticket To Write - All Aboard!


On the 10 of April we had the first assignment from Kathy Page's Online Writing Course 


and I'm really happy to welcome our writers:- 
Hrafnhildur Gladwin
Donna Vizma, 
Kate Maxim,  
Joyce Lambert, 
Pamela Harrison, 
Ann Leonard, 
Sarah Stringer, 
Shusha Walmsley 
and Daniel Reid 
who have claimed their tickets and 
begun their first pieces of writing.


Everyone has found their way round the Writing Studio, uploaded a photo, chosen an Avatar and made contact with the other participants.


It already feels like we are sitting in a warm room sharing ideas and exchanging opinions, I can't wait to see where this exciting journey into the creation of a short story lead. 

Saturday, 10 March 2012

Steep and Wet - The Edward Thomas Birthday Walk 2012


Walkers gathering - photograph by Andrew Rushton

Each year, on the Sunday nearest to Edward Thomas's birthday (3rd March), the Edward Thomas Fellowship organises a walk in the countryside near his home at Steep, near Petersfield in Hampshire. This event is the main annual gathering for Fellowship members and other admirers of Edward Thomas. There were two walks this year, forming a figure-of-eight route around Steep. As Andrew and I had to get back to Northamptonshire we only took part in the first walk. We met in the car park at Bedales School Steep  at 10.00 and collected our walk sheets before setting off on the morning walk of about 4½ miles and which included a visit to the Memorial Stone.

Part of a very useful PDF detailing Literary Walks in Hampshire the link will take you to the complete PDF.

Destination...In the Mist - photograph by Andrew Rushton

I have seen posts and photographs of the walk from other years, when the sun was out, when flowers and greenery caressed walkers as they passed, but this year the rain began in the car park. First as a bit of a drizzle, culminating in damp, fat snow flakes spied through the window of the village hall where we had our lunch. 



The rain did not deter the walkers or the readers, the route was punctuated by poems written about Edward Thomas and his work. There were hills, it was cold, the views were obscured in places by mist and I was put to shame by the other, older, hardier walkers who made light of the rain and remained unconcerned by the treacherous, slippery chalk just beneath the surface mud. 

Uphill on the Road - photograph by Andrew Rushton
Like the Touch of Rain by Edward Thomas
Like the touch of rain she was
On a man's flesh and hair and eyes
When the joy of walking thus
Has taken him by surprise:

With the love of the storm he burns,
He sings, he laughs, well I know how,
But forgets when he returns
As I shall not forget her 'Go now'.

Those two words shut a door
Between me and the blessed rain
That was never shut before
And will not open again.




I am still being mocked for my fearful whining as I write this! Getting to the memorial stone was quite pleasant, trees offered some shelter, there were conversations with other walkers and the walk uphill seemed easier (less frightening for less than agile, physically timid me!) than the descent. I only really felt safe once I'd found a long stick which convinced me that I was less likely to lose my balance and slide to the bottom of the Shoulder of Mutton.


Round the bend - photograph by Andrew Rushton


A Literary Pilgrim in England


Through Wet Leaves and Mud - photograph by Andrew Rushton



Edward Thomas would have been horrified by my performance, at the Memorial Stone, we were told  how he would stride up the hill then gallop down with his laughing daughter on his back. How wonderful to be so at one with the body, the landscape and the elements.

View From the Memorial Stone -photograph by Andrew Rushton

Follow the link to the poem

Kathy Page at the Memorial Stone

Follow the link to an interesting essay

Whispering in the Dark: the Poetry of Edward Thomas by James Priory


I haven't been so wet for a long time, but in spite of that it was a wonderful walk, I didn't fall over, I had packed dry clothes, I had experienced the day in the company of dear friends and I hope we'll come back and take the walk again in finer weather!

Friday, 9 March 2012

Brampton Book Group De-camps to Adlestrop


It has been hard to get the mobile book group on the move so we decided to accompany Kathy Page on her research trip to Adlestrop and Steep, following the words and walks of poet Edward Thomas. We read some of the poems and part of All Roads Lead to France and I did some late night Googling to find out more about the man and his work.

"He was a muse to other poets, an important part of the emerging modern movement and a pioneering ecological poet, so why is Edward Thomas still so undervalued," asked Edna Longley in the Guardian on Saturday 28 June 2008.

I found Team Edward Thomas on the dovegreyreader scribbles blog and really enjoyed their adventures in reading. There was also an excellent video of Edward Thomas's biographer Matthew Hollis giving the Guardian's Sarah Crown a tour of landmarks of Steep, Hampshire, where the first world war poet lived and worked.


"Edward Thomas never left the train that stopped briefly at a Cotswold station, Adlestrop, just before World War I, but what he saw resulted in one of the best known and loved English poems, "Adlestrop". Generations of literary pilgrims have visited the village which inspired the poem, while many of today's writers have composed their own tributes to the poet and the place where, after the closure of the station, the nameboard was lovingly retained. This anthology explores Adlestrop's literary, topographical and railway associations. Anne Harvey investigates the origins of the poem: did the train really stop 'unwontedly'; was it an express; and, was Thomas travelling alone. His fascination with the railways began in boyhood and is seen in two of his little-known short stories, "A Third-Class Carriage" and "Death by Misadventure". The book also examines the connection with Jane Austen, who visited her Leigh relatives at Adlestrop Park and Rectory, and there are poems from Peter Porter, Alan Brownjohn, P.J. Kavanagh, Dannie Abse and Brian Patten. A wide selection of illustrations includes facsimiles of Edward Thomas' original manuscript and notebook entries, photographs and fine wood engravings by well-known artists. " 

 

The weather was beautiful and the Cotswold countryside rolled seductively round us.

 

We were looking for traces of the station – from the car park by the community centre we could see a mural depicting the train.


The Station sign now resides in a bus shelter with  a copy of the poem on the bench. We set off in the wrong direction but met the right person, about to sit in his doorway, taking in the fine weather, he had been in the book Adlestrop Revisited (remembered)


We guessed he might be an Edward Thomas fan as his house name, Lob's House, was named after a an E.T poem. He had Lads Love / Old Man growing by the the door in his garden.


Whilst doing my research I found that Fleur Adcock had been concerned with similar themes of memory and loss when writing a poem about her mother. You can read Fleur Adcocks poem Mirarmar and the Edward Thomas poem, Old Man by following this link.


Across the field
Bridge
Main road
Signposts


No station, just tracks


Longing to see the line from inside a train


Looking for clues, the way now barred 
by a graveyard for old buses


Tantalising glimpses – could that be what we were looking for?



Parts of a station platform?


Railway ironwork fence?


Walking back along the Macmillan Way


Pause in the graveyard


A Doom – Remember to Die.


Curious instruction - a Momento Mori?


Remembrance


 of Jubilees past.


Our way was punctuated 


by handsome ginger cats


In the Post Office we discover nothing at all is left of the station, there are old photos, now reprinted on greetings cards. We could see but not quite recognise where the Station had been. Here is a link to how the Station would have looked. 


We had lunch at The Fox at Oddington and read E.T poems from Kathy's iPad, then Andrew began another long drive, heading for Hampshire. The journey was filled with thoughts, separate and shared, of people and places both existing and departed.


I was remembering another mad journey with Andrew when he drove from Cornwall via Stonehenge to Jane Austen's House Museum and then home, in a day. He is full of thoughts of his youth in the RAF, feeling emotional about his boys, the Downs and the his time as an air frame fitter, working on Chinooks.


When we finally got to Jane Austen's house it was just closing, we dashed round the gardens and the out buildings. I fell in love with the Painted Lady Runner Beans growing in the garden and have been growing them in my own ever since. All the tea shops in all the land were, by that time, closed.


At the end of this day's journey we found warm welcome and a lovely place to place to stay. Later that evening we shared a meal in another pub with Edward Thomas Fellowship,  some who had been attending the Birthday Walks for over 20 years. It was interesting to hear how long people had been attending, why they were there, what the poetry brought to their lives. At the same time we were keeping an eye on the weather, knowing our luck was unlikely to hold. Rain was headed our way and the birthday walk was likely to be a wet one!

Tuesday, 7 February 2012

If You Would Like Tickets To Attend Departures Read On!


Departures

A Reading By Kathy Page

Friday March 2nd

6.30 - 9.00pm at the Water Tower 

Benefield Road, Brigstock, Kettering NN14 3JA


As part of her contribution to Back To Books project
On the Right Track author Kathy Page will talk about
the story as a journey, read  a selection of her short fiction
and  also introduce her latest book,
 In the Flesh,
a collection of  personal essays about the human body
and our oddly complex relationship with it.

The event is free and on a by ticket only entry
- to secure a ticket please click here

Back To Books would like to thank 
Rosalind Stoddart, FRSA Independent Cultural Engineer 
for making the wonderful space at the Water Tower available
for Kathy's return visit

Kathy will be bringing copies of In The Flesh and her
wonderful collection of short fiction As In Music.
Click the here if you would like to order your  signed
copy of either / both books.



Kathy Page’s seven novels include
The Story of My Face (long-listed for the Orange Prize)
Alphabet 
(a Governor General’s Award finalist),
and The Find (short-listed for ReLit award).

She also writes short fiction and memoir.
Born in London, she lives with her family
on Salt Spring Island, near Vancouver. 

For more information about forthcoming events at The Water Tower
visit The Water Tower


  


KATHY PAGE'S RESIDENCY HAS BEEN SUPPORTED BY CANADA COUNCIL FOR THE ARTS



                                 

We acknowledge the support of the Canada Council for the Arts, which last year invested $154 million to bring the arts to Canadians throughout the country.

Nous remercions le Conseil des arts du Canada de son soutien. L’an dernier, le Conseil  a investi 154 millions de dollars pour mettre de l’art dans la vie des Canadiennes et des Canadiens de tout le pays.

Thursday, 2 February 2012

Felting the Landscape - Getting Spherical

Carole Miles ran a felting workshop for Back To books at the lovely village hall in Litchborough. The idea was to create spherical landscapes of views from along the Brampton Valley Way which will be used in an installation at some point. Carole originally hoped to install them in a railway carriage on Northampton and Lamport Station during the forthcoming reading by Kathy Page on the evening of March 2nd as a prelude to the online writing course she will be running our On the Right Track project. The venue for the reading has now been changed to The Old Water Tower in Brigstock. There will be more details about the reading and the course to follow soon!

It was a day of good company, laughter, exercise and creativity!
Laying on colours over the base
Damping the fibres
Getting on the first pair of tights
Preparing to put the felt back in boiling water
Bouncing to felt the fibres together
The strange magic of taking the roving from this state
to this!
One set of processes leading to so many different surfaces and textures



Sonia enjoyed the process so much she went on to embellish her first vessel and make more at home! and said"brilliant day felting at Litchborough making felt vessels based on the landscape, Carole coped well with our neediness - she can't have found it too bad though as she is running another for us next month! Good to be with a group of lovely like-minded people"


You can see more images from the day here
and read about Carole's experiments with felt here
We will be felting again later in the month!