Monday, 6 June 2016

A Career in Accompaniment - Interview to mark Carers Week

Today is the start of Carers UK’s Carers Week – aimed at raising awareness of caring, highlighting the challenges that carers face and recognising the contribution that carers make to families and communities.

To mark this, V. Press editor Sarah Leavesley talks to Alex Reed about his experiences as a carer and how this has fed into the poetry in his V. Press pamphlet A Career in Accompaniment… 

Alex, could you say a little about your role as a carer and how this features in your poems?

I started writing poetry a few years back. I’m aware that the idea of ‘writing as therapy’ is contentious, but for me, it’s become a way of exploring and bearing witness to some of the things that are going on in my life. I’m trained as a family therapist and so I guess its inevitable that I would think of the practice of writing in this way.

That’s not to say that I think writing necessarily ‘helps’ in the sense of making things easier – but it does help me to feel I’m attending to what’s happening on in my life and living it more fully, as well as trying to create something that may have value to others.

In my pamphlet A Career in Accompaniment I write about my experience of living with a loved one who has long-term illness, and of being a carer. My partner Jan was diagnosed with multiple sclerosis (M.S.) more than fifteen years ago. M.S. is a fairly common illness, but impacts on people very differently. So if someone is reading this and has recently been diagnosed, or has a loved one with M.S., its important to say that the progression of the illness is very variable. Jan has been unlucky – M.S. hit her hard. And, as yet, there are fewer treatments available for the type that she has.

In the early days we thought she might get off fairly lightly, but her disability became increasingly severe, a situation she’s managed with wisdom and skill. Jan had to give up her career as an academic, and I also retired from work earlier than I otherwise might have done to care for her. Illness and disability can have huge financial consequences as well as placing many other restrictions on people’s lives.

A stanza in the poem ‘Twelve Years’ touches on the symptoms of M.S. first appearing and our early hope that the illness would be benign:

The trace of a limp, stumbling
in the weary hours. Almost exotic,
still deniable. The lucky ones,
we would escape without damage.


What has been your hardest experience as a carer?

In some respects, we have been fortunate. Our own material circumstances are OK, and although M.S. has impacted on family life, it hasn’t prevented us raising our wonderful children or split us apart as a couple. We also have a big network of friends, which has been crucial.

The major stresses, from my point of view, are to do with living an increasingly constricted lifestyle. Our local services are good and staffed by great people, but without wishing to sound ungrateful, it often feels like a drop in the ocean. Looking after someone 24 /7 is hard graft, and there’s not many opportunities to take a break. So, I’m in house a lot, and rarely get out to see friends, go to a reading or a gig, watch a film at the cinema, or whatever.

There’s a lot of loss involved, and this is largely what my pamphlet is about; about feeling haunted by the things Jan and I used to do and can’t now, or who we might have been, the things we wanted to do - generally quite ordinary things, that most people take for granted.

This sense of being haunted by what’s lost inspired the poem ‘Ghost’, which ends:

….But I’d prefer
to say that I am haunted
by the ghost of her motion,
the flow of her, as she walked
through our kitchen on any afternoon,
or how, pushing her hair back,
she leant across me,
the world lit in her eyes.

Which was the most emotional poem for you to write in ‘A Career in Accompaniment’ and how did you deal with that emotion?

The one that springs to mind is ‘As close as I could’. I actually wrote that poem at a point when I hadn’t been writing poetry all that long, and it just seemed to ‘arrive’ in a moment where I was feeling quite overwhelmed by sadness and by my inability to respond adequately to the predicament we were faced with.

As a poem it’s very simple, but I had no wish to revise it much afterwards. It seemed to speak a truth about that particular moment, and my hope is that it would be recognized as such by others who have been inside similar situations.

I’m not sure how to respond to the second part of your question, but I’d say the act of writing is valuable in giving voice to something that wouldn’t otherwise be spoken about. This gives rise to another dilemma though – do you show what you’ve written to others, and what does it mean for something so intensely personal to become more public?

Could you say something about how balancing real life fact / emotion and crafting of language and details to create the best poem works for you as a writer?

Anyone who writes will know that after getting the initial idea / experience down on paper there’s generally an arduous process of standing back and crafting the material into a poem. So the actual experience or feeling that was initially in your mind might become, or better to say will inevitably become, transformed through the writing and re-writing process. When I’ve showed some of the poems to Jan she’s said, ‘I don’t remember it like that!’ Interestingly, one of these was ‘Fall’, which I thought I’d written pretty much as it happened! It’s like the Buddhist story about the blindfolded men and the elephant – each one thinks they are encountering something different.

In the later stages of revision I try to keep in mind the question, ‘is this honest?’ So, for example, the prose poem ‘Things Illness Stole’ reads like a fairly straightforward account of a night out, but it’s actually a bit of a composite of different memories. But I feel it’s emotionally true to who we were and what we’ve lost through illness.

Are there any experiences you couldn’t, or wouldn’t want to, put into poetry?

There are many experiences to do with caring, illness and disability that feel too overwhelming, or just too personal, to write about. Perhaps with time and distance, I might be able to, but not now. Some aspects are so stark that I feel I couldn’t write about them well enough.

It’s interesting, because when I have put the poems ‘out there’ for others to read I’ve been worried that they will feel I’ve said too much about matters that should remain private. That there is something distasteful or disloyal to Jan and our relationship to publish them. But I think anyone that’s lived with this level of illness - and that’s most of us sooner or later, of course - will know that there’s much, much more that could be said about the pain and stress of the experience.

On the flip side, it could also be argued that the poems in the pamphlet don’t touch on happy times enough - the joy in our relationship with one another and with our family and friends - that illness isn’t the whole story.

Reading ‘A Career in Accompaniment’, I get the feeling that this is not just about the experiences of yourself as a carer but also about giving something back to the one being cared for, in this case, your wife, Jan?

Yes, I’m pleased that you asked that. The poems are, essentially, love poems.

I also wanted to create a pamphlet that would have meaning for other carers. That’s a strong ethical dimension for me. There was a guy doing some work in our house recently and he was telling me about his wife who was ill, and how he might have to stop working, but that he loved his job. I thought, ‘I know how this feels, mate – to be struggling to continue getting to work, but at the same time to be worrying about your partner at home, and to be fearful about what it will mean if you need to stop working - financially, emotionally, socially, and so on. Now, I’ve no idea if that guy reads poetry, but I’d like to think that if he did see my pamphlet, that he’d feel I’d put something down that reflected his experience.

One of the poems in the pamphlet, ‘Comrades’, is about brief conversations with a neighbour who has also been a carer, and how supportive this kind of small connection can be:

He says ‘It’s a beautiful morning,’
asks what I’m doing with the day.
I tell him I’ll stay close to home,
my wife’s not well. And he tells me,
‘I had six years of it.’

Two men talking about grief,
tangentially. He is letting me know
he has been here. That he remembers.

Many, many people, old and very young, men and women, (though most often women, of course), are caring for loved ones and it’s not often spoken about in this culture. Or, when it is spoken about, it’s generally a lot of hypocritical platitudes from politicians and big organisations.

Thank you, Alex, for sharing your experiences of caring, the ‘behind the scenes’ insight into the writing process and the poems themselves.

More information and a sample poem from A Career in Accompaniment can be found here.

The pamphlet, which is published by V. Press next month, can also be pre-ordered now using the PayPal link below. (A Career in Accompaniment is published on July 11, 2016. Pre-orders will be dispatched that week.)


A Career in Accompaniment with postage & packing

Wednesday, 1 June 2016

V. Press Video & submissions open

To mark the launch of this year's submissions window, we've put together a little V. Press taster video!

Enjoy extracts from some of V. Press's existing titles, a little graphic fun with our logo and details of our submissions window.



V. Press is open to flash fiction for the first time this year, on top of the usual poetry submissions. The fine print details can be found here.

Even if you've read or submitted before, please do take the time to read the guidelines (there are some updates!) and make sure you give your work the best chance possible - by following them.

Yes, we do ask for a few specific things. But there are good reasons for them. And the time and care that these take to include is a very small fraction of the time that it takes us to read submissions carefully. It's also an even smaller fraction of the time and care that we put into the manuscripts which we take on to publication.

Looking forward to reading your  work!

Thursday, 26 May 2016

Chez Nous Recommendations for Book of Bones


The thing that strikes me most about Book of Bones is the wealth of knowledge held within its pages. Here is a book that wants to take us on journeys. From the poet’s beginnings: “Her Yorkshire vowels are horizontal…hard as millstone grit” (‘Stratified’), we go on to visit many parts of Britain, travel to different countries, and voyage back in time.

With such a variety of settings, it is tempting to set about a whirlwind tour of tastes, to match the varied locations of the poems:

A full-bodied Tempranillo to summon the “red and black and ochre” Spanish setting of ‘Woman to Woman’.

Maybe a Sicilian Marsala to toast ‘Prince Edward’s Banished Lover’.  

A summer-sweet fruit punch would nicely match the “scent of orange blossom, raspberries, dew-damp Earth” of ‘Examined’.

Perhaps a Gin and Tonic - with a heavy twist of lemon - to really taste the sharp final lines of ‘Provenance’: “Goering, finding his Vermeer/ was fake, was shocked, as if he’d just/ discovered there is evil in the world”.

This wish for a variety of tastes is applauded in ‘Orientation’: “Don’t worry/ Home is always split/ between at least three different maps”. Yet, when I spend time with these poems, there is one particular location that never seems far from the mind.


Wherever we go on this journey, ultimately, we seem to return to those Yorkshire roots: “…tooth enamel proves that you / were Yorkshire, faking Southern ways” (‘Book of Bones’). With this feeling, the place I truly imagine being over any other, is at the poet’s kitchen table, pouring over the words as though being shown the scrapbooks of these adventures, the albums of these pasts; a cup of strongly brewed tea in hand, the pot close by, ready to refill.

Claire Walker

Photo by Geoff Robinson 2020zoom
For a sample poem or to order a copy of Kathy Gee's Book of Bones, please click here. Or buy it now using the paypal link below.


Book of Bones with P&P


CLAIRE WALKER is a poet based in Worcestershire. Her poetry has appeared in numerous magazines and websites including The Interpreter’s House, Ink Sweat and Tears, Nutshells and Nuggets, And Other Poems and Snakeskin and has been in anthologies such as Crystal Voices and three drops from a cauldron. She often reads at spoken word events and was runner up in the 2014/2015 Worcestershire Poet Laureate Competition. The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile is her first poetry pamphlet and published by V. Press in October 2015.

Saturday, 30 April 2016

Launching Book of Bones


V. Press is very delighted to announce the publication of Book of Bones, a debut poetry collection from Kathy Gee.

“Every contact leaves a trace,” said Edmund Locard. Book of Bones examines who we are, our impact and what we leave behind. Rich with imagery, thoughtfulness and levity, Kathy Gee’s poetry is vibrant with people, places and lives connecting across time. From skeletons, scandal and hidden narratives to fathers, friendship and photographs, these are poems of identity, warmth and melancholy. 

Book of Bones is very observant, very vivid.

“Kathy Gee's debut is a cabinet of curiosities, exploring the personal and monumental past. Small artefacts and once-silenced voices are brought to life. Her observing eye takes in figures from King Henry to Goering and all points in between, seeking historical answers to very modern concerns." Jo Bell

“In this entertaining first collection Kathy Gee curates a rich display of historical artefacts, landscapes and personalities that bring the past up close – and personal. The poems, deftly fashioned and imbued with a feisty tenderness, leave traces of wonder, joy, compassion and a wry humour all of which linger pleasurably in the mind.” Stephen Boyce

RRP £9.99


Launch Celebrations

Kathy will be launching Book of Bones at Avoncroft Museum of Buildings, near Bromsgrove on Friday, May 6th 2016.

The event, which includes readings from other local poets, is free and open to the public but by ticket only. Anyone interested interested in attending should email V. Press, on vpresspoetry@hotmail.com,  ASAP as only a few tickets now remain.

The open air museum's grounds will be open from 6pm (although the house interiors won't) and those attending the launch will be welcome to look around the wonderful historic collection with a glass in hand.

The launch reading begin in the Long Room of the String of Horses at 7pm.

Provenance

Somewhere in the swirl of paint
lies moisture captured from his breath,
some slight impression of his gaze,
the weight of hours in a draughty loft.

Collectors breathe the painter’s dust,
observe as women stitch their silks
and sunlight falls on a chequered floor.
They want to own the artist’s essence,
touching atoms, brushing fingers,
seeking to be part of him,
his fame illuminating theirs.

Goering, finding his Vermeer
was fake, was shocked, as if he’d just
discovered there is evil in the world.





Listen to Kathy read Provenance here: 





The unforgotten twin

In the bay window, a wheelchair
turns its back on beds to give
a birthday moment of normality.

How old are you, Olive? says Nurse.
I’m sixty eight the wheelchair says.
Oh bless her, she means eighty six.

And how many children, Olive?
Three adults at her knee await
the answer... give it for her:

three they smile in unison.
Their mother firmly contradicts
No, four... I had four.


Listen to Kathy read The unforgotten twin here:



Monday, 4 April 2016

Launching Hometown

V. Press is very proud to announce the publication of our first flash fiction pamphlet - Carrie Etter's Hometown.

Hometown brims with emotion-charged stories, distinctive characters and situations of hidden and not-so-hidden tensions in everyday lives in the American Midwest. From characters’ differing sense of responsibility to themselves, their friends and their families, to the wide-ranging aftermath of a white man’s accidental killing of a black man in central Illinois, these flash fictions illuminate the daily struggle of being human. Hometown proves very immediate and very engaging from start to finish.

"Etter's stories climb into your head and reboot it from the inside, from the squealingly joyous to the darkly sad, some with gear changes that fling you backwards in your seat, some told in voices so strong you could lean against them, and then some fragile, as if the page held nothing but the faint impression of a delicate and long-dead insect. I can't wait for more." David Gaffney

R.R.P. £4.99

Launches

Carrie will be launching Hometown in a free reading in Bath on 19 April. The event, 'Poetry & Fiction from Six Awesome Women', takes place at St James Wine Vaults,10 St James's Street, Bath, BA1 2TW from 18:30-20:00. More details about this event can be found here.

Submissions

To mark the launch of Carrie Etter's Hometown, V. Press is also very pleased to announce the dates for this year's submissions window: June/July 2016.

This year we will be open for the first time to submissions for flash fiction pamphlets, as well as poetry pamphlets and collections.

Submission guidelines can be found here. Please do take the time to read and follow them if you would like to be published with V. Press.


A sample story from Hometown can be read below.


Eddie’s First Seven Visits to Nick in Prison as Questionnaire

Question 1: What do you miss most?

                Week 1: Pot. Sex. But then I wasn’t getting much sex anyway with me and Lisa separated, was I?

                Week 3: Beer. I really need a beer. I really need ten beers.

                Week 5: You’re trying to get me to say Micheleo’s pizza, aren’t you? How many times do you think we met there for lunch? It has to be in the hundreds. We get pizza here — not very good pizza, of course, but it passes. My mom’s chuck roast, now that I could kill for. I’m joking, come on!

                Week 7: Crystal. The way she smells after a bath. How cute she looks when she rubs her nose in her sleep.

                Week 9: Have you found a way to sneak beer in here? ‘Cause if you have, I could be real popular. At least for a day.

                Week 11: The sky. The prairie. Big open space. Could you blow up a photograph of the view from my folks’ house out the back, that overgrown field? I swear some of the cars we used to play with are still in there somewhere. You could do it, right? I could put it on my wall.

                Week 13: What do you want me to say? I miss everything, fucking everything. Waking up with Lisa. Hearing Crystal in the next room. Mom, Dad — even you.


Question 2: How are things with Lisa?

                Week 1: Okay, I guess. She showed up for everything, but we haven’t really talked. We’re good. I hope we’re good.

                Week 3: She didn’t come this week. She said she had to work last minute, somebody got sick. I believe her, but I still think I ain’t lookin’ so hot to her these days, you know what I mean? Three years with good behavior. When was I ever good for three months, let alone three years? But then it’s easier to be good in here, a little bit.

                Week 5: I have no idea.

                Week 7: I gotta get her back. I mean, she’s not gone, but she’s not with me, either. I want her to be with me like I’m with her.

                Week 9: We talked, but just about what other people are doing — my folks, Crystal, even Mary. I ask about herself and she clamps up. I’m afraid to say anything about us. I say anything about us, that’s her opening — she’s gone.

                Week 11: This time when she came I combed my hair. Don’t laugh. You know it’s not me. Or wasn’t me. I was just trying to clean up, look good for her, and what can I do in bright orange clothes? I can shave, and I can comb my hair. I can brush my teeth. I did all that. I don’t know if she noticed.

                Week 13: Will you tell me what to do? Is there anything I can do?


Question 3: What are you going to do when you get out?

                Week 1: Get drunk, I guess. Get high. Sleep it off and start over again.

                Week 3: Drive! Music up, window down. You’re in the passenger seat.

                Week 5: It depends on what’s up with Lisa.

                Week 7: What do you want me to say? Start over? What do I know how to do besides drive a cab? You’re the smart one.

                Week 9: Join the library? Hell if I know.

                Week 11: Stop asking me, man. It’s too far off. I’ve got to keep my head here.

Monday, 14 March 2016

Chez Nous Recommendations for The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile


Claire Walker’s The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile is a pamphlet that I can imagine dipping into deliciously anywhere – cafĂ©-bar, beach, garden or even a busy train. In part, this mirrors the various settings found in the poems. In part, it’s a reflection of the poetry’s pull on me, so that I’m desperate to keep reading wherever I may be.

I could recommend enjoying this with a gin and tonic, as in ‘Stephanie’, allowing the liquid to slip down the throat smooth as silk, smooth as the words – a clean, clear drink that “cracked the cold ice”.

Alternatively, a refreshing  jasmine tea would perfectly accompany the zen-like care of poems such as ‘Miniature Garden’.

Another option for later in the day is a glass of white wine, enjoyed on the lawn, with unmown grass, the “simple yellow greetings” of wild flowers  and surprising long light of an evening in June where “we’ve hours before it gets dark” (‘Isn’t it light tonight?’).

But The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile is a collection, like its title poem, that also has teeth. For these poems, and the poems of beach air, the sharp salt tang of a tequila – a strong drink for strong poems, with a hint of fire and sunshine in every mouthful.

The one important characteristic is a flavour that lingers and tempts, like the pamphlet, long after the cup or glass is emptied.

Anon Poet
For a sample poem, please click here.

To order a copy of Claire Walker's The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile, please use the paypal link below.


The Girl Who Grew Into a Crocodile P&P options