Grevel Lindop

Poet, biographer, critic, essayist and writer on just about everything

StAnza and Oxford Literary Festival

StAnza was bustling with poets, book buyers and enthusiasts

Well, that was a busy week. StAnza and the Sunday Times Oxford Literary Festival both within 7 days! Last Thursday I was in St Andrews, enjoying the gusty sea air and the company of a crowd of wonderful poets from all over the UK and the world, at the StAnza poetry festival: Kei Miller (Jamaica via Glasgow), Jean Sprackland (Lancashire), Jacob Polley (Carlisle), Andrew Foster (Grasmere), Seamus Heaney and Dennis O’Driscoll(need I say Dublin? – And two of the most delightful people it’s ever been my good luck to meet); Victor Rodriguez Nuñez (Cuba), Marco Fazzini (Venice) – I could go on for a long time. It was wonderful, it was stimulating, and it was great fun.

Even signing a book, Seamus can't resist good conversation!

Heaney gave a fantastic reading – a whole evening (pretty physically taxing but he stood up to it in fine form), the first half all new poems and the second the more familiar and indeed classic. Recent poems show a lot of influence from Virgil, interestingly, but still with that very close appreciation of poeple, place sand objects, and the words handled like pieces of well-polished stone picked up, weighed and fitted beautifully into a structure. A great evening. And there was jazz afterwards.

Jean Sprackland and friend enjoy a chat in a St Andrews pub

Earlier in the day I’d given my lecture, ‘Myth, Magic and the Future of Poetry’ (for the full text, just scroll down from here) and the following morning I read with Jean Sprackland, a delightful session because our poems seemed to interplay in so many ways, tossing themes and images to and fro. Interesting. I’m hoping to meet up with Jean in Manchester, since I gather she teaches at MMU.

It was quite painful to leave St Andrews, with its hordes of highly literate poetry-lovers, its excellent pubs and its amazing patchwork of stone houses and ruined monuments. A magical place. I love it, and I hope to be back soon.

This week it was the Sunday Times Oxford Literary festival. I wasn’t privileged to be part of the main festival this time around because I don’t have a new book out (must work harder!). But I was invited to take a ‘Master Class’ (how proud that made me feel!) for novel-writing students at the course that runs alongside the main Festival.

Rose Solari gave a powerful reading at Blackwell's bookshop

I was also lucky enough to be asked to read at Blackwell’s in the Festival Fringe along with several very fine poets, including US poet Rose Solari, whose work I love, and Jane Draycott, a marvellous lyricist and author of two superb books, Prince Rupert’s Drop and The Night Tree and a new collection, Over, which looks like being a beautiful work judging by the few poems she read from that (it’s out in April).

The Master Class was at Corpus Christi College, and I was booked to talk about ‘creative non-fiction’ (which always sounds to me like a synonym for fibbing: as in, ‘I wasn’t lying, I was engaging in a bit of creative non-fiction!’ But in reality it seems to mean experience-based nonfiction that needs creative shaping. So I talked about travel-writing, and how I wrote Travels on the Dance Floor – shaping personal experience, letting things happen in such a way that I could also bring out the characters, the colour, the stories and the meanings without making anything up.

It seemed to go OK. The students were lovely, Jem Poster is a most intelligent ring-master and interrogator with a nicely quizzical and original mind (he’s also an excellent novelist). The other tutor, I’m delighted to say, was Sarah Hall, and it was wonderful to meet this charming, laughing, elphin and deeply intelligent writer in person. I’d found the idea of speaking in front of a Booker shortlisted author quite alarming and was delighted to find that she was such good company and not at all intimidating. Nice to know too that I’d been able to include the locations of her epic novel Haweswater in my Literary Guide to the Lake District when I revised it in 2005. It isn’t often that I meet someone I’ve put into a reference book!

We wound up the evening with a drink or two at the Bear pub round behind the High Street. Oxford remains as beautiful and evocative as ever: no wonder I dream about it several times every month, as I have ever since I stopped living there in 1971. It’s a place that doesn’t easily let go of the imagination.

StAnza, Here I Come!

I’m just taking a break from packing for the journey up to St Andrews for StAnza – the St Andrews Poetry Festival www.

St Andrews

St Andrews itself is a lovely old town, right on the edge of the sea in picturesque surroundings, with a ruined Cathedral (it was pulled apart by ferocious Protestants during the Reformation) and wonderful bookshops. And the Festival itself is one of the best and most lively literary festivals in the UK.

Sorley MacLean

I have happy memories of being invited to the very first St Andrews Poetry Festival back in 1988, long before it was reincarnated as the present StAnza. It had a very Scottish flavour then: Douglas Dunn, Norman McCaig and Sorley MacLean were all reading, and I remember Sorley MacLean eyeing my tweed jacket approvingly and telling me, ‘That’s real Harris tweed, that is. It’ll last a lifetime.’ Twenty-two years later the jacket looks as good as new and I’m planning to give my lecture wearing it, in memory of that occasion.

The theme of this year’s Festival is ‘Myth and Legend’, apparently, so I’m going to speak on ‘Myth, Magic and the Future of Poetry’, at 3.30 pm on Thursday.

The blurb – not too pretentiously, I hope – is:

It seems clear that (as Robert Graves predicted sixty years ago in ‘The White Goddess’) we are approaching the end of an historical era. Climate change and many other factors are already altering the world fundamentally. To find an adequate creative response, poets will need to look again at the deep roots of their art. The lecture will explore ways in which an awareness of myth and a sense of the shamanistic role of the poet, may help us to survive and even flourish imaginatively in a world very different from the one we thought we knew.

and I’ll be reading my poems with Jean Sprackland at 11.30 on Friday.

Seamus Heaney

I’m looking forward to seeing a lot of old friends, and especially to hearing Seamus Heaney read on Thursday evening. Do come along if you can possibly make it to St Andrews. And if you can’t, and are curious about my lecture, I’ll be putting the text of it on this blog – hopefully – on Friday morning so if you have the stamina, you will be able to read it here! I think StAnza is also going to podcast it – check their website for details as I’m not sure about that!