Erhalten Sie Zugang zu diesem und mehr als 300000 Büchern ab EUR 5,99 monatlich.
Second Place Rosette is a calendar of the customs, rituals and practices that make up life in modern Britain. The poems take in maypole dancing, mehndi painting, and medical prescriptions. Some events, like the Jewish Sabbath, happen every week; some, like the putting away of Christmas decorations, thankfully come only once a year. The subjects range from the universal to the personal: every family might have its own ritual, and each culture its own important figures to remember and commemorate. In the introduction, co-editor Emma Wright notes how, as the daughter of a refugee, she felt 'deeply disturbed by current discourse about Britishness and how it seems impossible to separate talk of national identity and pride from talk of exclusion and isolation.' Against that divisive rhetoric, Wright and co-editor Richard O'Brien have assembled a refreshingly inclusive take on national identity. Poets from different cultural backgrounds speak to their sense of what Britain means through their own daily lived experience, through what they care about on a grass-roots level. The nation which emerges from the poems is a patchwork quilt of betting tips and TV dinners, nights out on Bold Street and strolls in the park. While the years pass, the seasons cycle, and the people who make up the country change, these poets reveal how much stays the same. In Britain, there will always be a man running late who really should have been allowed to get the bus, and a warm spot by the fire in a pub in December. Much of the book displays an ambivalence towards the land and its rituals, but there is also love, affection and pride. Mixed feelings: what could be more British than that?
Sie lesen das E-Book in den Legimi-Apps auf:
Seitenzahl: 66
Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Das E-Book (TTS) können Sie hören im Abo „Legimi Premium” in Legimi-Apps auf:
SECONDPLACEROSETTE
POEMSABOUTBRITAIN
POETRYANTHOLOGIES
The Emma Press Anthology of Aunts
The Emma Press Anthology of Love
Some Cannot Be Caught: The Emma Press Book of Beasts
In Transit: Poems of Travel
BOOKSFORCHILDREN
Queen of Seagulls, by Rūta Briede
The Book of Clouds, by Juris Kronbergs
Everyone’s the Smartest, by Contra
Once Upon A Time In Birmingham: Women Who Dared to Dream
PROSEPAMPHLETS
Postcard Stories, by Jan Carson
First fox, by Leanne Radojkovich
The Secret Box, by Daina Tabūna
Me and My Cameras, by Malachi O’Doherty
POETRYPAMPHLETS
Dragonish, by Emma Simon
Pisanki, by Zosia Kuczyńska
Who Seemed Alive & Altogether Real, by Padraig Regan
Paisley, by Rakhshan Rizwan
THEEMMAPRESSPICKS
The Dragon and The Bomb, by Andrew Wynn Owen
Meat Songs, by Jack Nicholls
Birmingham Jazz Incarnation, by Simon Turner
Bezdelki, by Carol Rumens
THEEMMAPRESS
First published in the UK in 2018 by the Emma Press Ltd.
Poems copyright © individual copyright holders 2018Selection copyright © Emma Wright and Richard O’Brien 2018
All rights reserved.
The right of Emma Wright and Richard O’Brien to be identified as the editors of this work has been asserted by them in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
ISBN 978-1-910139-55-4
A CIP catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library.
Printed and bound in the EU by Pulsio, Paris.
The Emma Press
theemmapress.com
Jewellery Quarter, Birmingham, UK
‘Britishness’ is a battleground, and often it feels like the only thing we can say for certain is that the people who confidently claim to define it are usually talking bollocks.
To some, talking about ‘Britain’ for any length of time can smack of nationalism, jingoism, imperialism and misty-eyed fascism – all the bad -isms. But for some who have fled trauma to make these shores their home, the dismissal of any idea of national belonging – however arbitrary or fragile, however bound up in destructive institutions – might signal only the privilege of those who have always known where they belonged.
With the isolationism of Brexit looming, we wanted to explore the idea of Britain in a way that allowed for a multitude of interpretations: not denying the shameful aspects of our history, but recognising what we can be proud of. For all its flaws, Britain is the country that offered a better future to our parents and grandparents as immigrants from Ireland and refugees from Vietnam.
For this book, we decided to reject top-down, ‘official’ images of what it means to be British in favour of a grass-roots understanding of nationhood, borrowing the ‘almanac’ structure of the Fasti – a chronological compendium of Roman beliefs and festivals by the Latin poet Ovid – and concentrating on holidays, customs and rituals.
Our selection process as editors started from the premise that anything can be a ritual, even if it only matters for one family or one person. Dean Atta’s ‘The Door’, for instance, explores the recurring experience of visiting a grandparent who refuses to put the central heating on, while Carolyn O’Connell’s ‘On July 28th’ describes a summer holiday feast with strolling neighbours popping their heads over the garden fence. Over the course of the year we see celebrations and moments of mourning; mehndi painting and Saturday soup; a pub Christmas dinner and the season’s aftermath, pine needles glittering on the floor.
What emerged from our submissions is a patchwork quilt of Britishness, made up of many fabrics and textures. We were surprised by some omissions in the work we received: no poets we chose addressed Easter, or Diwali, or St David’s Day, as significant customs. But the local focus of many writers brought its own riches: we have poems about snacking at the Sabbath, watching trash TV at Eid, the Abbots Bromley horn dance and the Haxey Hood.
The voices in this book are warm, plural, and distinctively individual. But as a collective, we feel these poets have captured something true and enduring about life on a bit of land shaped by its geography, its weather, and its sometimes painful history.
Emma Dai’an Wright and Richard O’Brien
BIRMINGHAM, OCTOBER 2018
January
Twelfth Night, by Sarah Barr
The Haxey Hood: Clarifications and Confusions by Rob Walton
Lighthouse, by Casey Bailey
Up Helly Aa, by Cheryl Pearson
February
Lancashire Blues, by Claire Orchard
Children celebrate the arrival of the Sabbath, by Natalie Shaw
Leaflet accompanying his prescription, by Clare Best
The Door, by Dean Atta
March
The First of March, by Margot Myers
ABCs, by Shruti Chauhan
Tahara, by Aviva Dautch
Everything bad, by Fiona Moore
April
Mehndi Night, by Shruti Chauhan
Mending hedges, by Claire Askew
Liver Bird, by Beth L. Thompson
May
The Girl With the Rubber Boot, by Tracy Davidson
Maypole Dancing in 2000: Wellow, Nottinghamshire by D A Prince
Kernowek Stone, by Derek Littlewood
National Lottery, by Steve Harrison
June
Nettle eating contest, by Laura Seymour
Mrs J, by Clementine Ewokolo-Burnley
The Support Group, by Claire Collison
Midsummer 2017, by Julia Bird
July
Seaside Beauties, by Kim M. Russell
Showtime, by Nicola Jackson
Swan-Upping, by Ros Woolner
On July 28th, by Carolyn O’Connell
August
Carnival, Leicester, by Pam Thompson
Torchlight Procession, Sidmouth, by Tom Moyser
Break, by Fiona Moore
An Ordinary Miracle, by Louise Walker
Walnuts in August, by Maryam Hessavi
pastoral, by Maryam Hessavi
September
Conkers, by Ros Woolner
The Last Katlama, by Kibriya Mehrban
The Abbots Bromley Horn Dance, by Alan Buckley
Hi-Vis and the Whorl, by Claire Collison
October
Blackberrying, by Ramona Herdman
Edge Hill, by Oliver Comins
21st October, an apology to Cox and Russet by Kathy Pimlott
November
Mischief Night, by Carole Bromley
November 5th, by Cheryl Pearson
Fall Guy, Angela Kirby
Saturday Soup, by Roy Mcfarlane
Frank, by Nick Littler
Let’s all go down the pub, by Jerrold Bowam
December
December 8th, l943, by Angela Kirby
Tradition, by Ramona Herdman
The Queens Head at Christmas, by Hollie-Anne Slatcher
Boxing Day Mummer’s Play, by Ian Dudley
First-footing, by Jo Brandon
Hogmanay in the Hills, by Joan Lennon
Acknowledgements
About the editors
About the poets
About the Emma Press
Other books from the Emma Press
SARAHBARR
You unwind the lights.
The carpet crunches with needles
but the tree still looks healthy.
I lift tinsel and unhook baubles,
the mother of pearl star,
milky glass teardrop,
pink raffia people,
Peruvian clay bells,
and homemade fairy cat,
put them all in the box.
Still glitter-dust may linger
tucked in edges behind the sofa.
You drag the tree out, down the path,
chop it in pieces, onto the bonfire,
create festivities of smoke, sparks, flames.
ROBWALTON
Clarifications and Confusions
So I was talking to Russ
about never having seen it
and my parents just a couple of villages away
and we tried piecing the rules together
pleased that there were few
but we came up with lots of questions.
In this or that rolling maul,
this ruck in motion and most likely mud,
who really holds sway and can be swayed
in these parts at this time?
If the scrum collapses
and people help each other to their feet
as the battle rages, how much of a hand
offered to others is acceptable
in this place, in this day and age?
When folk are trying to get this thing
to one local pub or another
where Haxey and Westwoodside people
drink local beer with other locals, would I be welcome
if I only knew the rules
to other games?
On the Twelfth Day of Christmas
(only never on a Sunday)
when this moving scrimmage sways
would it be all right to nip off
and take my Christmas tree down?
