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We are delighted to launch the second issue of The Seethingographer today!
This is a collection of writing and images on the theme of ‘Going Home’. Submissions were opened up worldwide, and we had an amazing international response!
A word from our guest editor Sinead Keegan…..
Reading through the submissions for this issue of The Seethingographer was a peek behind the curtains and around the corners of the spaces people call home. These pages are filled with the nuances of what it means to go home, from Alan Boyce’s gritty reality of homelessness to the hearth fairy of Julia Rose Lewis. Sometimes we find ourselves on the threshold, neither home nor away from home, as in Roger Leege’s ‘Fast Food’ which showed me a moment from my own childhood, and Maite Lisa Jordao’s permanent liminal emigrant existence ‘Coming Home’. Whether you know the places described, or they are alien, like Jim Lawrence’s cosmic view ‘Super Ape’, at the heart of all the pieces is the home we all know or perhaps long for. Enjoy the journey. Enjoy the homecoming.
Thanks to Alban Low at Sampson Low Ltd and to The Marvellous Smellymaroo for design and layout. Buy a copy of The Seethingographer #2 here for £2 + £1.20 p&p
Alison Fure’s Kingston’s Apple Story, By A Michelson’s Seedling,is the third chapbook to be published on the Seethingography imprint of Sampson Low Ltd. This colourful A6 pamphlet tells the story of Kingston’s orchards and apple growing heritage across 16 pages, squeezing in juicy chunks of local history, and the importance of orchards as places sustaining an amazing amount of wild life and rich biodiversity. You will also find out about some of the fascinating people in the Borough who remember, for example, what life was like as a child in Hook when it was full of orchards!
“Behind the bakery was an orchard from which I was chased many a time by the irate owner, named by us as ‘old man Phipps…We rarely did any scrumping in the orchard, just used it for Cowboys and Indians and tree climbing.” (J. Mutimer, Hook resident, 1920s)
It features the Tolworth Apple Store- a beautiful, but desperately in need of restoring, old barn c.1856, not far from Tolworth Court Moated Manor. Alison hopes that this important piece of local heritage can be saved and restored for everyone to enjoy.
Please help her and sign the petition here!
The chapbook is £2.00 plus p+p
Alison is a field ecologist specialising in bats. She is a director at Kingston Environment Centre and a license trainer for the London Bat Group. She believes that orchards can help soften the impact of urbanisation; if each child could plant an apple tree-in their name-it would halt the spread of ‘green desert’.
Come along and enjoy poems and drinks in the cellar venue of the historic Flying Horse pub – apparently, the last on Oxford Street, on Saturday May 20th! David Russamano, who has graced Seething Writers meet ups on a number of occasions, launches his first chapbook, (Reasons for) Moving, and we would love you to come and join us to celebrate!
(Reasons for) Moving is published by Structo publishers (read what they say about it here), the wonderful team who publish the Structo literary magazine, which, if you haven’t read it, is really a beautifully produced journal of writing worth seeking out.
What people have said about (Reasons for) Moving:
This is an impressive and enjoyable collection of poems. Russomano deserves readers.
— Wendy Cope
Russomano is an intriguing new poet I expect big things from, based on the poems here, which seem intelligently poised between American and British poetic stances. At once exotic, historical, melancholy, and well-made, these elegant, thoughtful poems of place and change have unexpected outcomes – slipping off into new, submerged possibilities, like the house on the frozen lake, that is not, well, really all that solid. An impressive debut.
— Todd Swift
Russomano combines a serious wanderlust and wonderful evocations of place, with a careful consideration of the value of home. Perfect ingredients for the pull and push of poetry, these poems beautifully dovetail diction with structure. A true delight to the eye and the heart.
— Lucy Furlong
David Russomano’s (Reasons for) Moving records a widely travelled life. ‘Writing Home from Quepos’, ‘After the Revolution: Kathmandu, 2006’, ‘Ankara’, and other vividly compelling poems about distant places interweave with poems located closer to home, such as ‘What Begins and Ends with Water’, the delightful and mordant ‘Saint John’s’, or the chilling ‘Cutting Corners’, about a mall built on the toxic site of a former brake pad factory. Beautifully evoked, this varied and memorable collection only gets better and better with each rereading.
— Ann Fisher-Wirth
Congratulations to Dave! To celebrate he is launching his chapbook in Central London, at a FREE event in the cosy environs of the cellar bar of The Flying Horse, on the corner of Oxford Street and Tottenham Court Road. More info here.
If you can’t make it you can buy a copy of (Reasons for) Moving here for the bargain price of £5
Submissions to Issue #2 of The Seethingographer are now open!
The Seethingographer Issue #2 Summer 2017 theme:
What is Home and where is it? Is it wherever you are, or is home a place you yearn for? What makes a house a home?
Please send us your new- not-published-before flash fiction, place-based writing of no more than 170 words; short poems of no more than 20 lines and high resolution jpeg images on the theme of ‘Going Home’, to email@example.com by midnight April 30th
Please include your name, email address and web site, if you have one.
Come and carry me away
gather up my pieces
fold them tidy
tuck in the frayed edges
carry me away
click and swish
bob me to the beat of your footsteps
make your way between the trees
brush me up against the sun rough bark
carry me away
packed with my heaviest bits at the bottom
place my delicate leaves on top
put me in the press undamaged
carry me away
or set me down in a windy park
let me unfurl
let the wind
carry me away
I bear glad tidings and sad tidings:
Sad tidings: I am no longer able to give Seething Writers the time and energy that I would like to and have, since its inception in June 2016. This is simply due to other commitments, and there not being a time machine readily available to squeeze everything in…
Glad tidings: I am delighted to say that Sharon Zeqiri and Simon Tyrrell will take over as organisers and facilitators, so that Seething Writers can continue! I am so pleased to hand over to two great people, talented writers in their own right, who have been active members of Seething Writers from the start.
Thank you all for being there and for enthusiastically taking part and trying out all the writing activities; for walking and talking and sharing your work and words- it has been an absolute pleasure- and I hope I will be able to pop in and say hello and come for a pint at some point, and maybe persuade you into another walk sometime!
Next dates for Seething Writers meet ups at the Museum of Futures:
Something wonderful is about to happen…
“Seething Writers Go Totally Ekphrastic”
Please come and join in if you write or would like to write, and would like to meet other like-minded folk! We will talk writing, do writing and then go to the pub.
We will be writing in response to the visual poetry show at the Museum
More info about this forthcoming exhibition and events can be found here:
We met for a festive reading and social at the Museum of Futures in December, to celebrate a very successful and enjoyable six months of Seething Writers, and to launch The Seethingographer, a chapbook anthology of writing and images from Seething Writers, published on the brand new Seethingography imprint by Sampson Low publishers.
There were fantastic readings, including a gorgeous poem from Diane Keighley, which she has very kindly allowed to be published here:
Frosted skeletons of leaves adorn the twisted boughs
And icy spears usurp the verdant lawns
While festive laughter rings from lighted halls
And yellow lanterns push back winter’s claws.
In nature’s death we grasp at vital warmth
To fill the darkened hours till new year’s dawn
With joy, the robin’s scarlet heart lifts ours
To see a flash of red, a memory of blood.
Also a great festive tale from Simone Kay:
There was once a Christmas bauble called Michael Bauble. He was the only mouth blown bauble on the tree but because of his plain colour he had been put to the back at the bottom. All he ever wanted to do was sing and all the other Christmas baubles told him not to. They said “that’s not what Christmas baubles do”.
The other Baubles were made of plastic some had white snow on the top , some were spotted , some were iridised , some had indents which would catch the light , some were long and thin, they were all different sizes.
But Michael knew that he was in love with the Angel at the top of the tree and when he sang he felt that he was floating in the air and sure enough he was . The more he sang the higher he got to his angel. The other baubles were inspired to start singing, so started three-part harmonies and singing descant. The small baubles were singing in their high soprano voices and all the big baubles had deep tenor voices and the really big baubles were doing drum and bass.
As Michael reached the top of the tree the Angel saw him and invited him to hang from the bare branch by her side. This was the most joyous and harmonious Christmas tree in all the land. (People came from all over the world to visit this tree, it was in Surbiton)
Thanks to the lovely people who brought mince pies! And especially to Helen Nicholas for supplying the mulled wine – it was very much appreciated!
Wishing everyone a Happy New Year!* Lucy X
*This post is rather later than hoped as I have been poorly, but better now.