I have never let the obvious subject matter, stand
in the way of my writing something. I am
a great believer in the thought that, if you are sincere in wanting to write
then something (anything) will suggest itself as a subject worthy of words.
This
time, for this entry, I do actually have something to say. (And as someone who cares about writing, I couldn’t
help notice that I have overused the word “something” in the last couple of
sentences. Noticed? Yes.
Going to do something (ha!) about it?
No.
So, to
The Matter of Import! I have written
(another) book. The last effort was a ‘chapbook’,
which is more of a glorified pamphlet, but my latest effusion is a real
book. You can tell it’s a real book
because it has a spine, and it is wide enough for the logo of Praetorius Books
to be printed thereupon.
Called,
“Caught in the Conceit” the book is the latest in the series of books and
chapbooks that I have produced during Holy Week over the last ten years.
I
started writing the poems because (ten years ago) I hadn’t realised that the Sunday
on which I was having my post-swim cup of tea was actually Palm Sunday. There was nothing to differentiate it for any
other Sunday. No sense of special, no
sense that this was the Sunday before Holy Week, leading up to the most
important celebration in the Christian Church of Easter Sunday. It was the sense of ordinariness, the
complete lack of otherness, that struck me.
How far, I seemed to ask myself, had we travelled/progressed/declined so
that what was once an important part of the year (let alone the Church Year)
was so casually ignored.
The
first poem in the first edition of Poems in Holy Week (“Clocks of Dust”) did
reference the lack of appreciation of the significance of the day, but always
at the back of my mind was the thought that this was not just about
Christianity but was rather about how attitudes to what was once thought of as
an essential and defining part of the year had declined into ‘just part of the
weekend’.
Things
change. Even institutions and concepts
that have seemed to be set in stone (thinking about it, that could be literally
true) are coming loose or crumbling. The
only certainties we are left with are “Death and Taxes”!
As an
atheist I did not feel myself to be bound to an overtly Christian theme, even
though the poems were written in what used to be an overtly Christian time of
the year. The subject matter ranged far
and wide, but that was not a deliberate rejection on my part. I might be atheist but, as I have said too
often to people who don’t really care, but I am an Anglican atheist!
As
someone who was brought up (by my mother) as a Christian and (by my father) as
a Humanist, and as someone who regularly went to church for the best part of
thirty years of his life, I am imbued with the ‘trapping’ of the Church: its liturgy,
its ceremonies, its architecture, its music, its art, its theology, and most
importantly, its words. I have no
intention of repudiating such elements that have played their part in making me
the person I am today and I regard myself as interested but uninvolved in
religion.
The
writing of those first eight (sometimes more) poems (I take Holy Week to extend
from Palm Sunday to Easter Day) gave me real satisfaction, and I resolved to
repeat the process the following year.
Which I did, and then carried on.
For example, as well as the poems that I have written for each day this
year during Holy Week, I have also written a handful of haiku to accompany each
day as well. Each volume is slightly
different from the one that went before.
For the
Anniversary Edition of Poems in Holy Week 2024, I decided to add a section
which looked back on the almost 100 poems that I had written over the years,
and to make a personal selection of poems and prose from the various introductions
to the chapbooks I had written.
So,
that is what “Caught in the Conceit” is, this year’s poems and a selection from
the last decade.
The
volume is illustrated in a variety of ways, ranging from the garabatos
(that I regard as a form of graphic meditation) to use of AI to give some sort
of visual form to my wordy instructions in the programs that I have used. There are also treated photographs and a
touch of graphic design!
At the
moment the book is with the printer, and I am enjoying that indefinable moment
of something like lazy satisfaction, between the work having been completed and
holding the finished volume in my hands.
Then the real work starts of getting information out about the book and
getting people to buy it!
It is
possible to leave a message on this blog if you want to reserve a copy of Caught
in the Conceit. There are a limited number
of copies, and they are available only from the author, myself.
Book
details: Full colour cover, 172 pages, including this year’s Poems in Holy
Week, together with selection of poems from past editions, short prose and
poetry extracts, garabatos, photographs, illustrations, and a brief
introductory essay. Each copy of Caught
in the Conceit comes with its own unique bookmark!
I
should have the books printed and in my hands in the next week or so and then I
will look forward to the next stage in the books development when eyes other
than my own read through and pass judgement!
As a sort of freebie to encourage good thoughts about Caught in the Conceit, the following QR Code will take you to a copy of my last chapbook, "A sight too much?" Use your mobile phone to scan and you should be taken to a site where you can download the file and read my last series of poems.
Enjoy!
Scan me! 