JINGLE ON MY SON!

JINGLE ON MY SON!
A doughty champion of his local culture.(Poet Tom Hubbard)Your performance at the city hall was soooooooooo good! Christoph thought it was excellent! (Carolyn)

28.10.10

scottish review

Poetic injustice

Kenneth Roy



Norman MacCaig

I did not know Norman MacCaig and met him only once. He was in the company of his friend, the literary critic Alan Taylor, and there was a certain amount of collective drowning of sorrows going on. Norman MacCaig had unexpectedly failed to win a fairly lucrative Scottish literary prize, which went instead to someone living in London, competent though not in the same class as MacCaig. I felt for him. He had been robbed. It was a case of poetic injustice.
Soon, the centenary of his birth will be commemorated. It should be an opportunity for serious reflection of his enduring place in Scottish literature. But already there is a sense that another robbery is about to take place: the misappropriation of his name.
On the weekend of his birth, there is to be a conference promoted jointly by Highlands and Islands Enterprise and Creative Scotland and organised by a publicly funded outfit called Hi-Arts. It will be called 'Old Maps and New' after a MacCaig poem.
It may be worth reminding ourselves of the poem. Here is an extract:

Pity leaks through the roof
of the Labour Exchange.
In the Leader’s pocket,
wrapped in the plans for the great offensive,
are sweets for the children
and a crumpled letter


You may well detect a contemporary resonance in these withering lines. But the irony seems to have escaped the promoters of the conference. The 'keynote' speakers will include, as well as the chief executive of Creative Scotland, the chair of Highlands and Islands Enterprise, Willy Roe, who is paid £85,000 a year for the part-time chairmanship of a couple of quangos. Whether he or any of the other leaders of this offensive will be carrying a crumpled letter, or sweets for the children, remains to be revealed.
The 'head of culture' at HIE states in the conference’s promotional bumph: 'Faced with the prospect of shrinking resources we must nurture social entrepreneurship and look innovatively at models to grow creative activity'. The same head of culture talks of bringing together people 'involved in the sector'.
'Heritage North' – not sure what that amounts to – promises that the conference in Norman MacCaig’s name will be ‘an invaluable opportunity to meet and network’. Indeed we are assured by Heritage North that it will end with 'a final lunch and networking session'.

'I do not believe that this curious collection of positive-thinking hugs gurus is as innocent or silly as it looks. It pre-supposes a culture that is firmly individualistic.'


I have not asked Alan Taylor, or indeed anyone else who was close to Norman MacCaig, what the poet would have made of his work being used to further the cause of social networking. But it happens that I can cast a little light on the conference organiser, Hi-Arts.
An SR reader, the recipient of a small Hi-Arts grant, someone who does not wish to be named – we now live in an artistic Scotland few of whose members wish to be named – has copied us into an illuminating circular from Hi-Arts to its clients 'in the sector':

Hi [name of recipient]
Last week Hi-Arts took some time to reflect on who Hi-Arts is, how is Hi-Arts percieved [sic] by our audiences, and what does Hi-Arts means [sic] to the sector? Like everyone else in the public sector, we too are facing the reality of a changing future, a future where funding will not be as freely available, a future where entrepeneurship [sic] replaces entitlement.
While an uncertain future is at times a scary and worrying prospect, it is also an opportunity for real change. To think beyond what needs to be done now, and what we should and could be doing in the future. At our retreat I found inspiration, inspiration from the fact that together, as a team, Hi-Arts is as strong facing the future now, as we are now in delivering our projects, inspiration then turns into motivation, which in turn turns into action. So this month I’d like to share with you some inspirational talks from some of the for-most [sic] marketing guru’s [sic] and thinkers.

One of the marketing gurus, to whom people in the arts unfortunate enough to live in the Highlands and Islands are now being directed for inspiration, is called Dan Cobley. Perhaps he is a distant relative of Uncle Tom. He is strong on 'the fundamental theories of branding'. According to the bejeaned Dan, 'The more massive a brand, the more force is needed to change its position'. He gives the example of Hoover.
Another of the Hi-Arts gurus is one Seth Godin, author of 'Meatball Sundae: is your marketing out of sync?' Seth’s homilies include:
'The more you rush to follow the leader, the less likely you will be to catch up'.
'Don’t talk to all your employees and all your users the same way because they’re not the same'.
'If you treat an expert like a novice, you’ll fail'.
No doubt we can expect the wit and wisdom of such gurus [sorry: guru’s] as Dan Cobley and Seth Godin to inspire and ‘motivate’ the gathering in honour of Norman MacCaig. At that final networking lunch, we can expect the names Dan and Seth to be whispered reverentially as our guides to that ever-changing future.
Although the recipient of the Hi-Arts grant does not wish to be named, for fear of sacrificing whatever future he may have, we should respect what he has to say:
'I do not believe that this curious collection of positive-thinking hugs gurus is as innocent or silly as it looks. It pre-supposes a culture that is firmly individualistic.'
The strange world we are now being invited to inhabit in Scotland, courtesy of Willy Roe, Creative Scotland, Dan, Seth, et al, calls for a poem. I have not seen that poem, although maybe it exists somewhere. But it would be a fine idea if someone would organise an alternative conference on the weekend of Norman MacCaig’s centenary, an event hostile to everything that the network opportunity stands for, a subversive occasion of cigarettes, strong drink and intellectual freedom.


24.10.10

spanish city book launch

















BAY WHEEL


Here I come

through Bay Fog,

gold ring glinting

in the Park Road dark.

Seeking a North Sea fortune,

looking for a tuneful lass

to make my aching skin sing

of Wooden Dollies

and Spanish Galleons,

sailing across the old fairground

to sunnier climbs.


There’s this guy in the Rockcliffe

and he looks like a ghost.

He’s as pale as the weather

amd mist drips from his nose.

He’s an Old Waltzer,

my young Uncle Walter,

and his eyes are all talk of the War.

He did his strong courting

in an Old Spanish City

and the rose he seduced

was a Cullercoats’ flame.


Now those cold bones are ready

for the warm Crematorium:

a Memoriam to seconds flown by;

the joy of the candyfloss,

the hum of the summer,

the simmer of hamburgers,

and the hot suck of kisses dashed off.


And I am the dome of your past,

the breast of the future,

and I will hug your treasured snaps,

stick your faces in my locket

and spin you down my blouse.

For I have given you joy.

I have thrown you lifelines

and bobbing girls and boys.


And my Bay Wheel

keeps on turning.

My Big Heart

goes on burning.

My Sweet,

my sweet Streets,

my Catalon Whitley,

kiss me.

Kiss me.



KEITH ARMSTRONG



Thanks Keith.
Really enjoyed the event, it's a fantastic book.
Well done!
Rachel


Hi Keith,
Thank you very much for a memorable evening and for achieving this very worthwhile publication to mark the Spanish City's 100th Anniversary.

It must make you very proud to have produced something which will hopefully be read by the good folk of Whitley Bay for many years to come.

It was a real pleasure meeting and thank you for allowing me to be part of your project.

Yours,

Stan Graham.

Thank you Keith.

The book is beautiful.

See you soon,
Catherine. x

22.10.10

PRAGUE




















My pilgrims of tourism,
you scrawl your sticky feet over sacred earth,
grown weary in your empty indolence.




Keith Armstrong

20.10.10

newcastle - image: matthew burge

17.10.10

THE WORLD WIDE POEM























Newcastle poet Keith Armstrong recently attended the opening in the twin city of Groningen of Viva la Focus (the Dutch Mobile Film Festival), which featured a screening of the innovatory World Wide Poem. Poets from around the world were inspired by the theme "Happy Together?" and their innermost feelings, expressed in their individual poems, were captured on film to form the universal World Wide Poem.



Participating poets were as follows:

Erik Harteveld Groningen

Marco Fazzini Vicenza

Alsaddiq Alraddi Khartoum

Joey Brown Antwerp

Roel Richelieu van Londersele Gent

Nikola Madzirov Macedonia

Hanz Mirck Arnhem

Paul Casey Cork

Michael Augustin Bremen

Ashton Nichols Carlisle

Egbert Hovenkamp II Assen

Alice ter Meulen Geneva

Keith Armstrong Newcastle

Brendan Murphy Kinvara

Ingmar Heytze Utrecht

Luke Davies Los Angeles

Anna Arov Utrecht

Rense Sinkgraven Groningen

André Degen Groningen

Raymond Mannix Eureka, Australia

Lise Sinclair Fair Isle

Meindert Talma Zuidhorn

Diana Ozon Amsterdam

16.10.10

JEZ LOWE ON ARMSTRONG'S JACK COMMON BOOK

Scottish Affairs, no. 71, Spring 2010

EXTRACT FROM REVIEW: COMMON WORDS AND THE WANDERING STAR

Jez Lowe

Keith Armstrong, Common Words and the Wandering Star: A Biographical Study of Culture and Social Change in the Life and Work of Writer Jack Common (1903-1968), Sunderland: University of Sunderland Press, 2009, 296pp, pb, £.7.95, ISBN 978-1-9068320-25

Blessed with a name that has ensured his working-class credentials would shine like a gas-lamp on a cobbled street, the Tyneside novelist and essayist Jack Common (1903-1968) is now the subject of a ‘critical biography’, entitled Common Words and the Wandering Star. It is written by poet Keith Armstrong, a fellow Geordie, whose own surname also resonates with a Northern nobility that is reflected in his own substantial body of work. In fact, this worthy and significant book often reads like an intellectual tango between subject and biographer, as their respective lives and aspirations run a parallel course at opposite ends of the twentieth century.

Armstrong draws in an impressive supporting chorus of Northern socialist writers, such as Alex Glasgow, Sid Chaplin, Tommy McCulloch and even Manny Shinwell, to contextualise the life and political beliefs of his subject. There are also informative contributions from Common’s own children, who describe a loving father (‘like a father of today’), but within a life touched by tragedy and hardship, spent struggling in the far-off reaches of southern England, to where Jack had decamped to pursue his literary ambitions.

In this book, Armstrong uses his subject more as a tiller to steer us through a century of socialist thought, while never disguising his admiration for the man. While Orwell was, in his own words, merely a ‘Tory anarchist’, Armstrong pitches Common as the real thing, ‘a rebel, an intellectual, a deep thinker, yet a man of the people’. This results in a readable and concise commentary on an era of political and social upheaval that surely needs to be captured in such a poetic yet level-headed style, as its events and standards recede into history at an astonishing speed.

My own ode to this pale hero, a song entitled ‘Jack Common’s Anthem’, optimistically brings him back to a modern-day Tyneside of reclaimed industrial sites, quayside apartments, art galleries, concert halls and mammoth shopping centres, populated by the Ant and Dec generation of Geordies, in the hope that he can still find something resembling ‘The True North’. He would probably laugh in my face, but hopefully not give up the struggle to right a century of wrongs where figures like T. Dan Smith and Andrew Cunningham had wandered those same streets as he had, only to mount the steps of the official status within local government, apparently with somewhat selfish disregard for their fellow-citizens. Yet to a great extent, it is their names, not his, that live on.

Meanwhile, Keith Armstrong’s parting judgement on Jack Common can easily be levelled at the biographer himself: ‘We need people like him today. We need romantic realists, artists worth their own salt.'

15.10.10

HAREN 850






http://www.haren850.nl/KeithArmstrong.html

SPANISH CITY




October 15th 2010
DOME GETS READY FOR NEW CHAPTER
Graeme Cook

Last month over 15,500 people flocked to the Spanish City Dome for a centenary exhibition.
And now fans of the famous landmark can discover even more about the building thanks to a new book being released next Friday.

'Spanish City – the Heart and Soul of Whitley Bay’, features stories from a range of local poets and writers, illustrated by photographs and artwork capturing the dramatic atmosphere of the site.

Northern Voices Community Projects, based in the seaside town, was commissioned by North Tyneside Council to produce the commemorative book, as part of the Dome’s centenary celebrations.

Editor and poet Keith Armstrong has lived in Whitley Bay for over 30 years and has co-produced the book with photographer and designer Peter Dixon.

Keith also has a number of his own poems about the Spanish City in the book. He said: “I’m thrilled the book is ready to be released.

“Myself and Peter are both extremely passionate about our local history, and the Spanish City is a major part of that.

“When I first heard about the project I knew it was something that we should get involved in. It’s such a significant place to so many people.

“Everyone has a fun story about the Spanish City, which provides a lot of passion and enthusiasm when they’re writing about it.

“Plus it’s a very atmospheric setting, which means the photographs and drawings of it are stunning and look fantastic in the full colour book.”

As well as looking at the history of the Spanish City, the book also has an eye on the future.

The council is currently considering proposals from two developers concerning the Spanish City Island, including the Dome.

It is anticipated that an announcement will be made before Christmas regarding the choice of preferred developer, and Keith is eager to find out what is in store for the area.

He said: “I realise plans for the site are still being decided, but I hope whatever the choice is, it’s something that everyone can enjoy.

“It was always a place where the community could get together and have fun, and this should be the case whatever the new development is.

“But until we find out, this book gives people the chance to reminisce about times gone by, as well as thinking about what the future holds for the site. It certainly is exciting times for Whitley Bay.”

The book will be on sale in a number of council outlets including libraries, tourist information centres, St Mary's Lighthouse and North Tyneside's museum venues. The recommended retail price is £5.

The new book builds on the large amount of work produced by Northern Voices over the years, including the popular ‘From Segedunum to the Spanish City’.

ENDS

Notes to editor:

It was visited by 12,133 people and, because of its popularity, was extended to run on Saturday, September 18 and Sunday, September 19. A total of 3,465 people visited at the weekend - bringing the overall total to 15,598.

Meanwhile, work is underway on a new road to the rear of Whitley Bay's Spanish City Dome, enabling the creation of a piazza area at the building's front.

Graeme Cook - Communications Assistant
North Tyneside Council,
Quadrant,
Silverlink North,
Cobalt Business Park,
North Tyneside,
NE27 0BY

Tel: 0191 643 5076


THE SPANISH CITY:

A CELEBRATION OF WHITLEY BAY'S ICONIC DOME IN WORDS AND PICTURES

EDITED BY KEITH ARMSTRONG & PETER DIXON

FUNDED BY NORTH TYNESIDE COUNCIL


BOOK LAUNCH

WHITLEY BAY PLAYHOUSE, MARINE AVENUE, WHITLEY BAY FRIDAY 22ND OCTOBER 2010 6PM

POEMS AND STORIES BY KEITH ARMSTRONG, STEVE BROWN, GEOFF HOLLAND, DAVE ALTON, GORDON PHILLIPS, CATHERINE GRAHAM, RACHEL COCHRANE, ALAN C. BROWN, TREVOR LEONARD, STAN GRAHAM, SHAUN PRENDERGAST, BRIAN HALL, CAROL NEW, MARGARET GIBSON, DEREK LOWDON, BILL MOOD.

ADMISSION FREE

FURTHER INFORMATION: NORTHERN VOICES TEL. 0191 2529531

13.10.10

there are those who sing



(for William Martin, 1925-2010)


There are those who sing,

poets

with the breath of thrushes;

who craft songs

from out of their deep roots,

whose verse roars

with the sea

and the sky

and the pain of the land.

In the cathedral

of their hearts,

their tunes rise up

and fill the heavens

with flocks of words.

They are few

and far between,

these fliers

of lyrics.

Above plodders

and traipsers

of verse,

they reach for real stars,

pluck at galaxies

and dreams

of word symphonies,

anthems

that soar for centuries.


William, my friend,

you were

one of these,

a fatherer of folk hymns,

a Durham choirman,

singing quarryman,

carving out poems

with his pick and soul.


On a piano keyboard

of a dictionary,

you composed

a music festival

of passionate poetry.



KEITH ARMSTRONG

10.10.10

Rise by John Lydon (Pil)




I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be wrong.

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be black, I could be white.
I could be right, I could be wrong.
I could be white, I could be black.

Your time has come, your second skin.
You climb so high and gain so low.
Walk through the valley,
The written word is a lie.

May the road rise with you.

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be wrong, I could be right.

I could be wrong, I could be right.
I could be black, I could be white.
I could be right, I could be wrong.
I could be black, I could be white.

They put a hotwire to my head
Because of the things I did and said.
They made these feelings go away,
But those feelings get in everyway.

May the road rise with you.

Anger is an energy.

May the road rise with you.

Anger is an energy.

8.10.10

durham/tuebingen








































DURHAM/TUEBINGEN POETRY/MUSIC TWINNING EVENT

CLAYPORT LIBRARY, DURHAM CITY

monday 1st november at 7.30pm

poetry reading featuring: dr keith armstrong, cynthia fuller, katrina porteous

and from tuebingen: carolyn murphey melchers reading in german and in english

with henning ziebritzki



admission free

refreshments



n.b. there will be music afterwards with juergen stuerm from tuebingen and gary miller and marie little from durham in the bar of the dun cow, old elvet at 9pm, then in the lounge from 10.15pm. admission free

4.10.10

keep an eye on it!










































































































KEEP AN EYE ON THE MARTINI TOWER FOR ME


Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me
while I struggle with my life.
I still miss the smell of fish
and the smoke of the Huis de Beurs.
I will be back, with another song,
for Mister Wilcox’s Liberation Tour.
I will be ready for that Pancake Ship
and the drunken stools of O’Ceallaigh’s.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me
while I work out which view to see.
I will be shouting in a twin-town
and killing my time with romance.
I will be smashing through politicians
and drowning in red lights.
I will be rehearsing poems,
forgetting how real life hurts.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me,
I’m tearing up coasts to greet you.
You’ll see my ghost in Schipol,
with a pint of strong blood in a glass.
I’m on my way back to Groningen ,
with the smack of three kisses on me,
to shake the warm hand of a city poet,
to piss in the face of a heckler.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me,
I was happy in the Land of Cockaigne.
I could see clowns on a dismal day
and blondes in a sea of black.
I met a Grey Man with a girl of nineteen
and I asked him to show me the way.
I saw an old hand hack the guts from a beast
and sucked a cigar to be kind.

Keep an eye on the Martini Tower for me,
don’t let her fly away.
I need her to hold my life together,
I crave her to show me the way.
I want her to lean my fragile bones against,
I need history to guide my feet.
I have left a careworn scarf with you,
keep it warm for when I come back.



KEITH ARMSTRONG

Groningen.

(as sung by Gary Miller)




Hello Keith!

Am still impressed about Herr Huber and that poem about you and the pig-farmers playing in the airplane.... very very nice and impressive.
I told about your poems sunday afternoon a friend, she's living in Haren.... . look, what you did... :-)

Was very nice meeting you in the Charly Dickens room in Haren last friday, am happy I visited your performance.
And yes, hope to meet you again, with some new poems aside of course, if possible.

With very kind regards,

Bernd

jingle jingle!


3.10.10

listen up north!

the jingling geordie

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