On Saturday I went to the Paper Swans London book launch
for their anthology Schooldays. I
use to live in London and after I left commuted to it for several more years. Last
weekend was the first time I felt like a proper tourist there. My spatial awareness
was more shocking than ever and I spent my whole time apologising to bumped-into
people. Oh, and the fantastic unfriendliness of Londoners. I love and hate that
capital aloofness, those dead and disparaging eyes. I wonder if I used to have
them?
Contrast this with going down the stairs of the Poetry Café for
the Schooldays launch. It was a warm,
creative haven. Warm being a polite understatement; it was one of the hottest days of the year. The chairs set out for us were
orange plastic old-school school chairs. A glass of white wine from the
selection upstairs reduced but did not rid me of my nerves. Seeing fellow
Winchester writer @MadelaineCSmith helped too. I was in kind company.
Sarah Miles, the Editor and Head of Paper Swans Press led the
event and introduced us, with the aid of A B Cooper. Then the writers read.
I love reading, it takes up an inexcusable amount of my time, but possibly I
love being read to even more. Especially if it is straight from the author’s mouth (I
have a vision of nose bags of words now). Or maybe it stems from those very
schooldays we were writing about; sitting on the carpet in the corner of the classroom
being read to by teachers who were often frustrated actors, pouring
their talent into bringing these books alive. It is definitely my way into
poetry; I always want to hear a poet speak.
The array was eclectic but balanced. There was fear and fun
and torture and humour. There was pathos and at times tears in my eyes. There
was a lot of resonance and I realised what stays with us from our schooldays is
often very similar. Being accused and feeling guilty even though you are innocent. Baby
birds dying. Getting pierced. Getting pissed. Corridors outside school discos. The
embarrassment of getting it wrong. Brutal violence. Friendships that don’t
survive to Big School. Children that could fly. I remember all this too.
I’m proud and excited to be part of this anthology. Paper Swans Press
are a wonderful voice for poets and flash fictioners. They have fun
competitions and inspiring prompts too. Buy the book, it’s great, and I promise I’m not just saying that because I’m in it!
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