Clayton Eshleman The Whole Art is a book of essays homaging the work of the American poet/essayist/translator/editor Clayton Eshleman.
It is brilliantly edited by Stuart Kendall and superbly produced by Black Widow Press.
Contributors include James Hillman, Eliot Weinberger, Michael McClure and Rachel Blau DuPlessis.
Having met Clayton Eshleman in London at the Nancy Spero exhibition at the Serpentine, having later interviewed him for The Wolf, having corresponded with him regularly, and having published some of his poems in International Times, I was invited by Stuart Kendall to contribute an essay to the book. It was suggested I write about Eshleman as a political poet, which was a good brief for me. Eshleman’s engagement is one of the things I admire most about his work, as well as his eye for the shamanistic.
My piece is called ‘The Outright Lie”: Clayton Eshleman and the Rules of Engagment. It discusses the problems faced by political poets, with reference to Blake’s America a Prophecy and Robert Duncan’s ‘Up Rising’.
As an old Beat, it was gratifying in the notes on contributors section to see my blurb just below that of Michael McClure, who has contributed a poem of homage called ‘Smile of the Beast’ which is dedicated to Eshleman.
Photo: Julie Goldsmith
Chatterton died on August 24 1770 on Brooke Street, Holborn, and was buried in a paupers graveyard in nearby Shoe Lane. The graveyard and his grave are lost.
Photo: Valli Rao
SATURDAY AUGUST 23
THE BRAVEHEART YES CABARET is a commemorative gathering on the site of William Wallace’s execution on August 23, 1305, to allow Londoners to show their support for Scottish Independence with a month to go before the vote.
It is an outdoor event and open forum, but there is no platform for nay-sayers. This will be a magical antidote to all the south-of-the-border unionism we’ve been over-exposed to in recent times.
Poetry, music, oratory, history etc. Scottish artists are especially welcome.
The William Wallace Monument, Bartholomews Hospital, West Smithfield, EC1 (Farringdon tube). Free.
Image: Andy Hillhouse courtesy of The William Wallace Society
sun hits the wall
sun hits the wall at the eleventh hour
you’ve been here
but once before
not the prettiest walls
but they’ve protected the real
for a hundred years, red-brown
as blood and earth
the voice of the Asian
Down’s Syndrome boy
pure as a horn
you’re in the east now, my brother,
the west has seen its final sunset,
the city is baked
Poetry: Niall McDevitt
Photography: Max Reeves
(N.B. This poem was posted on August 12, William Blake’s death day)