100 Poems to Save the Earth - Kristian Evans interviewed

The questions in this interview to Kristian are from Robert Minhinnick and Laura Wainwright.

Kristian Evans along with Zoë Brigley have edited “100 Poems to Save the Earth” (Seren) published in July 2021.

Interview: August 2021

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1. In the introduction to 100 Poems you describe ‘earth’ as ‘a ground we share not only with fellow humans, but with those who are [in David Abrams’s words] ‘more-than-human’ – rather than the more familiar binary of ‘human’ and ‘non-human’. Can you elaborate on this idea and on how it has influenced or found expression in poetry?

As you say, human and non-human is the more usual phrasing used to describe these things. But non-human often implies a lack: something not quite up to scratch. Non-standard. Not-all-there. Perhaps it also implies a hierarchy: there’s the human, and then there’s all the other unfortunate stuff that is not human. Using ‘more-than-human’ hopefully subverts any prejudice and makes us sit up and ask the question.

It’s also a fact that many creatures perceive things that humans don’t. The world itself is actually more-than-human. There are things ‘out there’ we can’t perceive. It’s easy to forget that we are actually very limited by our senses and our cultural biases. The unknown, the unknowable even, is always there, on the otherside of everything.

The more-than-human also keeps a window open for the possibility of spiritual experience. We often make the mistake in the West of assuming that the spiritual is a question of belief. It can be, I suppose, but it’s also a question of experience, of encounter. Receiving the more-than-human then can also point to those strange states of consciousness that people keep stumbling into, despite our best efforts to ignore them: the sense of the sacred, the mindedness of nature, the fundamental union of all things.

Such experiences are profoundly motivating, but our intellectual culture acts like a deterrent against them. That might have been a necessary historical phase, but it’s now passed. If you have fallen in love with the world, with life, you are more likely to act to defend it.

Poetry has kept its mind open, just about. It’s been the refuge, the sanctuary, of all sorts of endangered thoughts and ideas. Perhaps it’s time for a bit of rewilding.

2. Relatedly, how can this decentring and humbling of human experience – this desire to see earth as more than ‘a mirror where we find only ourselves’ – be realised or negotiated in ‘eco-poetry’ and poetry more generally – particularly lyric poetry? Many poems in the anthology seem to me to grapple with this problem; I keep thinking of Catríona O’Reilly’s line in the anthology: ‘But they mistook the light for their knowledge of the light’.

Catríona’s line gets to the heart of it, yes. Our experience and understanding of the world is always limited by our senses and by our expectations and prejudices. Many creatures see and hear and feel things that are to us invisible, so to speak. People in traditional indigenous cultures, for example, often experience the world very differently to those of us raised and educated in the West.

I often think about a meeting I had many years ago with a Peruvian curandero, a traditional healer from the Amazon region, who I shouldn’t name. He discussed his relationship with ayahuasca, a medicinal forest liana, and his encounters with ancestral spirits and animal spirits, and his ways of interacting with them all through melodies and prayers and symbolic activities. It’s remarkably sophisticated, sensitive, and full of respect for the other (though not without it’s dark side).

We’re starting to realise that we have a great deal to learn from these cultures (and we must do it without stealing from them). In the past they were thought to be crude, primitive, unevolved. We assumed that they had beliefs, and those beliefs were a sort of primitive attempt to explain the world. Superstitions. But now we see those things are not beliefs and superstitions, they are encounters with something. Encounters that are maybe accessible to us too. We thought we were better, smarter, more sophisticated, but maybe we were just missing things, failing to notice, so powerfully focused were we in a different direction. Now we look up and see the world is in crisis, smoke on the horizon – in the last 50 years insects numbers have declined by 75%. We’d better learn to broaden our awareness.

Poetry is the language of the boundary, metaphor the place in-between. All we can do is try to be quiet and attentive enough, and perhaps passive enough, to hear what needs to be said, to hear what is trying to articulate itself in us. The best poems, it seems to me, often have this quality of negotiation, the call of the wild colliding with the other needs and demands of a domesticated human intelligence.

Finally, I would question the use of the term eco-poetry. I know there are prizes and workshops in something called ecopoetry, and I guess a lot of poets use social media to promote themselves, so it can be handy on twitter to reach out to new audiences perhaps. But personally I dislike it. Poetry is poetry. Ecopoetry sounds like a kind of greenwashing for people to hide behind. Ecopoems. Ecopoets. Ecodetergent. Ecodiesel. Am I being harsh? I really dislike it.

3. Would you agree that there is a tension between the stark urgency and escalating momentum of the climate crisis and poetry’s invitation, as you suggest, to ‘slow down and notice what we have been missing’ – to consider the intricacies and significance, as you note in your Introduction for instance, of Blake’s tree, wildflower or grain of sand… Is there a need for poetry now to be more polemical, or more overtly politically engaged? If so, how can poets avoid the familiar criticism of being didactic or ‘preachy’?

I don’t think there’s a tension. Time is relative, and it’s a quality more than its a quantity. Attention is what matters. You can live a whole day staring at your phone, scrolling through twitter and reading the bad news and the day will be gone in a flash. Or you can sit on a beach and attend to the tide coming in and going out and the moon rising, and time will pass far more slowly. One of those days is fulfilling and memorable of course, the other is barely even registered. 

As we say in the introduction, “marching in step with political campaigns, diverting poetry’s meander into propaganda’s mill” seems a bad idea. It’s an old discussion, of course, and all poetry is political. But the political poem too easily becomes propaganda if we are overly sure of ourselves. Our poems should be allowed to surprise us, poetry should say not what we would like it to say but what it needs to say; it should pursue its own ends. If we try to force our poems to conform to pre-existing ideas, then we end up with a kind of flatness, a dead water, devoid of life. The mind likes to cage things like poems. It rarely does them any good.

If I was feeling mischievous perhaps I would suggest people throw away their smartphones and go and find a quiet place in the woods, beside a river or on a beach and sit there for 24 hours. See what happens. It will begin to be difficult very quickly, and that will be a sign that you are breaking through the boundary thorns our culture has woven around you. One of the most valuable things, I’m sure, is to have an encounter with what exists beyond that mental boundary.

4. Many poets seem to be addressing environmental issues now. How did you go about selecting the poets or poems for the anthology?

All poets are registering the situation now, even if only indirectly. There is no way to think and engage with the community without your work being in some sort of dialogue with the ecological crisis and the staggering, heart-breaking mass extinction. That became clearer and clearer as we read. There is no ecopoetry, just poetry.

Of course, we both had a few favourite poems in mind, and after a week or two of sharing these and discussing them, we set to work looking for more. Everything went into a pile and Zoё and I had a series of meetings discussing each poem. These took place mostly online due to the lockdowns. We had already been thinking carefully together about ecological and social justice issues and the links between them, so we were in dialogue before we began working on this book. We’d also edited an issue of Magma Poetry Magazine together with Rob Mackenzie on the theme of Dwelling. It’s been an interesting few years for us, engaging deeply with these ideas and issues almost every day. We became so absorbed in the process that we began to dream very similar dreams.

5. The title, ‘100 Poems to Save the Earth’, sounds a hopeful note. Are you optimistic about the future of the planet?

I’m optimistic insofar as I think pretty much anything is possible. I’m with Kelli Russell Agodon’s otter. After all, nobody was ready for the fall of the Berlin Wall, but when it happened it set off a chain reaction that changed the world. Of course, I also take very seriously the possibility that people will remain distracted, billionaires will build bunkers, politicians will continue to lie, and the curtain will fall. But if we act like we’re doomed and sit around sneering at those who are trying to do something, those who are bringing new ideas, then we’re more likely to fail. If we lock everybody indoors and force them to exist vicariously and virtually through the internet, as I’ve heard suggested, we will have failed, we will wither away. We need to green every aspect of our lives, permaculture already holds many of the answers – it will take everybody to get out of their homes and into grassroots community actions, gardens, allotments, rewilding, restoration, decision-making…the resources exist. They’re just unevenly distributed.

These 100 poems are just a small handful of dreams really, a little offering from Zoё and I and Seren and the poets themselves, who graciously agreed to let us share their excellent work. But if we each do what we can do, and choose to live our best life, then anything is possible. Small positive creative actions often have a disproportionately large effect. So let’s step away from the screens and go outside into the wilderness of the real, embrace the world and live.

6. Whose idea was this anthology?

It evolved out of conversations that Zoё and I had been having about the links between ecological justice and social justice. As an academic researcher, Zoë writes about cultural narratives that perpetuate real violence in the world – the unspoken assumptions we receive, at home, in school, from our screens, from books. Harmful narratives about women, black and indigenous people and other traditionally marginalized groups often surreptitiously justify direct or indirect violence against them. We began to notice a parallel with the stories we tell about nature - how our culture justifies its exploitation and destruction. It’s as if there’s something fundamentally at fault with the way we are taught to relate to the world around us.

I’d thought for a while that an anthology of poetry around these ideas might be useful. It might take the pulse of our culture, so to speak, while also focusing attention. When we took the idea to Seren we found that Amy Wack already had something similar in mind. So she gave us the go ahead.

7. The book comes with printed endorsements that include the phrases “achingly beautiful poems” and “beautiful planet”. Was ‘beauty’ your reason for poem selection?

No, but of course we both have some appreciation and understanding of “the beautiful” that partly informs our response to any given poem. There are beautiful poems here, in my view, and others that might challenge us a little.

But what has beauty got to do with ecological awareness? Is it an awareness of our intimate connectedness, our fundamental relationality? An intimation of order? Does it point to some intrinsic value, something beyond the reach of money perhaps? Maybe, but as Rilke points out, beauty can also be the beginning of something unsettling, it calls us out of the customary and habitual, it can frighten, it might even overwhelm us at times.

We can find beauty in everything if we simply pay attention. One of the best toys I gave to my kids was a jeweller’s loupe, they’ve spent hours peering at the tiny spiders hidden in yarrow flowers, the mites nibbling pollen in the buttercup. What a strange world it is through the looking glass. And that’s the key, in my view. Paying attention. It’s quite mysterious, but if we sit quietly, patiently, and attempt to receive the world without prejudice…well, that leads us to the mystics, the visionaries. Maybe that’s what awaits us.

8. The Introduction gives prominence to William Blake. Isn’t the book a spirited reaction against ’these dark satanic mills’?

All art is I hope. What’s the mill but mass production, artificial intelligence, unthinking routine? Quantity over quality. But maybe machines will write poetry one day. None of us are prepared for the implications of combined AI, total surveillance and the “internet of things.” Our online lives are a goldmine, after all, the million clicks, likes, searches tell a rich tale. Is the internet the mill?

Algorithms know our moods before we do. Haven’t done enough exercise today? One day soon an app will tell you, inform the database, and prevent your digital credits being spent on wine or other small luxuries. Your social credit score will reflect how useful you are as a citizen. What activities will be encouraged or discouraged? Perhaps the dark satanic mills are alive and well. The question is, are they getting stronger or more desperate?

Maybe art gives us the opportunity to get free of the realm of human technology.

9. Surely ‘100 Poems…’ is the communal shuddering of one hundred minds when the poets realise that it is not Blake’s protean imagination that has created their world but Thomas Gradgrind’s bean-counting capitalism?

As Mark Fisher reminds us, “it’s easier to imagine the end of the world than it is to imagine the end of capitalism.” Everything is imagination. Failure of imagination is herding us into the Blakean mills, the mental prisons we choose to believe are real. We’ve limited ourselves and our sense of what is possible enormously. Perhaps capitalism’s greatest trick has been to make us believe that all this is inevitable.

But of course it’s not inevitable. Another world is possible. Every poem here is looking for it, every poem here is a glimpse of it.

The thing is, most of us are fatally distracted. The crisis is happening inside us all right now, in our lack of attention, in our mindless consumption, in our endless doom-scrolling.

What if we switch off the screens, unplug the internet, step outside for a while and pay attention to the world? What then? Just pay attention, receive what’s there. Can we even do that anymore? That’s the first step. And if we take it, we might find that we are walking away, we might find that other people are walking away too. Maybe there will be quite a few of us, maybe many of us. That’s my hope.


Kristian Evans

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Kristian Evans is writer and poet from Bridgend in south Wales, interested primarily in ecological philosophy, animism, and intelligence in nature. He has published articles in a wide variety of magazines and literary journals, in the UK and beyond, and has also written texts for performance as well as a collection of poetry.

Kristian believes that impact on future generations should be at the heart of all our decision making, and that we should strive to pass on to our descendants a better world than that we inherited.

For many years an Adviser to Sustainable Wales and he has acted as Assistant to the Directors of both Sustainable Wales and SUSSED. He has been an enthusiastic amateur naturalist since childhood and is also a gardener and a student of renaissance astrology. He has three children: two boys and a border collie.

He is the author of A Kenfig Journal.

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Robert Minhinnick is a co-founder of Sustainable Wales and In 1994 Robert co-founded Friends of the Earth Cymru and was Information Officer and board member there until his departure in 1994. He is a three times winner of the Wales Book of the Year award, TS Eliot prize shortlisted writer, poet and novelist. twitter

Laura Wainwright is from Newport, Wales. Her first poetry pamphlet will be published by Green Bottle Press in 2021. She is also author of New Territories in Modernism: Anglophone Welsh Writing, 1930-49 (University of Wales Press). The Newport Journal is written by Laura and published on this site.


100 Poems to Save the Earth, published by Seren Books

Zoë Brigley, Kristian Evans

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Our climate is on the brink of catastrophic change. 100 Poems to Save the Earth invites us to fine-tune our senses, to listen to the world around us, pay attention to what we have been missing. The defining crisis of our time is revealed to be fundamentally a crisis of perception. For too long, the earth has been exploited. With its incisive Foreword, this landmark anthology is a call to action to fight the threat facing the only planet we have. 

Writing from rural and urban perspectives, linking issues of social injustice with the need to protect the environment, this selection of renowned contemporary poets from Britain, Ireland, America and beyond attend carefully to the new evidence, redraw the maps and, full of trust, keep going, proving that in fact, poetry is exactly what we need to save the earth. 

“This compelling suite of poems is a timely reminder to cherish, to celebrate. What could be more enjoyable than beautiful poems about this beautiful planet? This collection is immediate, moving, wise and unforgettable as it is unputdownable!” – Daljit Nagra, poet and presenter of BBC Radio 4’s Poetry Extra 

Listen to Sustainable Wales' Director Margaret Minhinnick on the Renew Wales Podcast

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Waste and the Circular Economy Podcast

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In this episode Margaret Minhinnick from Sustainable Wales and SUSSED chats with Chloe Masefield from Natural Weigh Ltd and Cerys Jones from Repair Cafe Wales. They talk about what inspired them to start their venture, what people’s reaction has been and then more widely about the circular economy in Wales and how it is developing.



A HAPPY PESSIMIST? AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN BARNIE

 A HAPPY PESSIMIST?  AN INTERVIEW WITH JOHN BARNIE.

IN SEPTEMBER / OCTOBER 2016 ROBERT MINHINNICK INTERVIEWED JOHN BARNIE FOR PUBLICATION BY ‘SUSTAINABLE WALES’ AND ‘NEW WELSH REVIEW’.

Featured in Welsh Arts Review "Highlights of the Year 2016" - an appreciation by Robert Minhinnick of John Barnie's new work Wind Playing with a Man’s Hat (Cinnamon, 2016) 

John Barnie

John Barnie is a poet, essayist, writer of memoir and the former editor of ‘Planet: the Welsh Internationalist’. Born in Abergavenny in 1941, he lives near Aberystwyth. 

Your latest poetry collection, from 2016, ‘Wind Playing with a Man’s Hat’ (Cinnamon) states that you published ‘War in Medieval Society’ in 1974. Why did you stop writing historically or academically? And were you writing poetry in ‘74? 

War in Medieval Society was a much revised version of my PhD thesis. At that time I thought of myself as an academic and started another research project relating to the Middle Ages. After a couple of years it stalled – work of this kind no longer satisfied, though I couldn’t quite say why. Then one night, I dreamed a poem which I got up and wrote down. I went back to sleep but dreamed another and wrote that down too. Next morning I knew that what I wanted to do was write poems. I continued teaching at Copenhagen University for another six years but retooled and taught twentieth-century British and American poetry and a course with some Scots and Irish colleagues on ‘Anglo-Celtic’ literature. By 1982, however, I felt there was too great a discrepancy between the demands of academic life and the demands of poetry, so I resigned and my wife Helle and I returned to South Wales with our new-born son. I made ends meet tutoring for the OU and WEA and working as part-time receptionist at the Hill Residential College in Abergavenny. In 1985 I applied for and got the post of full-time assistant editor with the relaunched Planet. We moved to Aberystwyth where Planet is based and have been here ever since.

Since 1984 you have published very regularly: lots of poetry, three collections of essays, ‘The King of Ashes’ (1989), ‘No Hiding Place’ (1996) and ‘Fire Drill: Notes on the Twenty-First Century’ (2010), and volumes of memoir.  But wouldn’t academic life have enabled you to write these books? Especially if you were dreaming poems?

None of the books you mention would count as academic in terms of the ‘Research Excellence Framework’, the hoop academics have to jump through to show they are turning out a sufficient quantity of approved ‘research’. My writing would have passed, I suppose, had I joined the ‘creative writing’ industry, but I didn’t want to do that. ‘Y bardd ydi’r unig ddyn sy’n rhydd mewn cymdeithas,’ R.S. Thomas said once – ‘The poet is the only free being in society.’ You’re not free if you teach ‘creative writing’ year after year, though many poets appear to think that they are.

It might be suggested that an editorial role at ‘Planet’ was far more interesting, although I am sure the remuneration was less. What were the ideas you developed at Planet? And is there still a need for such a magazine?

Planet certainly was more interesting. Helping to edit and produce a 120-page bi-monthly was also a steep learning curve. I was incredibly lucky, however, in that Ned Thomas, the founding editor, had wide journalistic experience in London and had been editor of the Russian-language magazine Angliya. I learnt a huge amount from him about the editing process, and when he left in 1990 and I took over as editor, I tried to live up to the standards he had set.

Two areas I developed in Planet were coverage of visual art and environmental issues. I soon came to realize that Wales in the 1980s and ’90s was undergoing something of a renaissance in art which the magazine ought to be involved in, especially as there were few outlets for showcasing the work of artists like Christine Kinsey, Iwan Bala, Mary Lloyd Jones, Ernest Zobole and many others. There was no real outlet for art criticism, either, but there were people out there with ideas about art and we built up a stable of good writers who included Peter Lord, Osi Rhys Osmond, Sheila Hourahane and Iwan Bala. I believe Planet had some impact on how art was perceived in Wales at this time.

 As to the environment, it was evident that the natural world was entering a period of severe crisis and it seemed to me that a magazine with pretensions to cover Welsh culture in the broadest sense could not avoid the issues this raised. Again, we were lucky to be able to build up a team of scientists and environmental activists, including yourself, to comment on what was happening. All you can do in a magazine is to inform and suggest ways forward, but for the most part I suspect we were preaching to the converted.

Is there a need for a magazine like Planet today? Definitely. There are still far too few outlets for discussion of art, dance, music, or non-specialist discussion of politics, the environment and social issues in Wales, and under present conditions it is hard to see how this will change.

Surely you are out of step with the times, as RST was. Why on earth would a poet be the ‘only’ free man in society? And doesn’t ‘creative writing’ encourage intellectual ambition in those that practice it?

No doubt I am out of step with the times. RS’s dictum, I think, was thrown out in the spirit of Shelley’s ‘Poets are the unacknowledged legislators of the world’. It was a protest against our age when poetry (and poets) mean less than at any other period in history – a kind of swagger, if you like, in the face of mass culture’s indifference. And that is how I used it.

As to ‘creative writing encouraging intellectual ambition’, I’ve seen little evidence of it. Rather I hear teachers complaining time and again that they can hardly get students to read contemporary poetry, let alone the poetry of the past. Yet without this, how can you measure the worth of what you yourself have written? Most ‘creative writing’ seems to be an ego trip. But this is a tedious subject. Let’s move on!

In a way, you might be said to have come late to poetry. Seren issued your ‘Selected Poems’ in 2006, and since then you have published hundreds of individual poems in a regular series of collections, facilitated by Cinnamon and Gwasg Gomer. There seems an urgency about your publication record. Are you making up for lost time?

I didn’t start writing till I was 33, and was 46 before my first book-length collection, Lightning Country, appeared. I also lived abroad in Denmark for a number of years, so when I came home I was out of sync with contemporaries, as well as being an outsider as far as the poetry scene was concerned.

I think, too, I was influenced by my time in Scandinavia. Because many writers there are professional or semi-professional they tend to be productive. Poets I admire, such as Knud Sørensen and Harry Martinson, published widely across many genres – fiction, memoir, biography, nature writing, social and political commentary – bringing out a book every couple of years. They were a model for me. I wanted to be like them. 

In your memoir ‘Footfalls in the Silence” you state that the poems you dreamed, though now lost “release me into a new, chancy world governed by the imagination.” But to publish almost five hundred poems, as you have, in the last two decades, indicates a rigorous writing regime. Would you describe it, please?

I don’t know how many poems I’ve published; I’ve never counted. I do, however, have a strict routine. When I worked full time, I kept Saturday and Sunday mornings free for writing. My mind works best in the early morning, so since giving up the day job I get up at 6.00 and sit down at the desk at 7.00 every day. Mostly nothing comes and after a while I give up and do something else. If I’m lucky I write a poem every 10 or 14 days. But poetry is also seasonal. I produce very little in spring and summer. Poems start coming again in autumn and continue till the end of February. Then they slowly dry up. I don’t know why. Every six months or so, I go back over what I’ve written and throw half away. In dry spells I like to write prose, so it’s good to get commissions for articles and reviews.

Those hundreds of poems have a similar structure. They all comprise one sentence, even if spread over several stanzas. Why?

They don’t all have a similar structure. Until the 2003 collection At the Salt Hotel I used conventional punctuation to indicate sentences. I am an admirer of A.R. Ammons who developed an idiosyncratic punctuation based on the colon. I thought this was interesting, because I was looking for ways to free up my writing. A colon seemed too close to a full stop for my purposes but I came to realize that a semicolon, while marking a pause, was lighter, and that it could be used, among other things, to indicate sentence boundaries while maintaining a forward momentum to the verse. Some of the poems written in this way are single sentences but not all. A poem of several stanzas may contain a number of sentences clearly marked by grammar and syntax. Conventional punctuation isn’t as necessary as some people believe.

‘A Year of Flowers’ (2011) brings together your love of the natural world and your home territory in Ceredigion. Both are threatened with significant change, as your editorship of ‘Planet’ and your essays indicate. Can you specify here what that change entails for you.

Biologists and naturalists from Niles Eldredge and David M. Raup to David Attenborough are agreed that we have entered a period of mass extinction, the sixth in the history of multi-cellular life, this one primarily caused by one species, ourselves. You can see the beginnings of this everywhere in Wales if you look. Many insects and birds that were common in my childhood have disappeared or are rarely seen. This year I am one of three poets in residence at the Museum of Natural History in Oxford. Scientists there take a pessimistic view of what is happening. One leading entomologist told me he thought that by the end of the century there would be five or six robust species surviving in every major insect group in Britain. The rest will have disappeared. I’ve seen this happening in Ceredigion in the thirty years I’ve lived here – greenfinches, bullfinches, song thrushes, swallows, swifts, kestrels, all vanishing, along with many other species. Insects, too – the thousands of moths I’d see as a boy swarming around street lamps and in the lanes like a soft beige snow; peacock butterflies, red admirals, large whites, orange tips, painted ladies in their hundreds in gardens and along waysides. Driving through the lanes of West Wales now you see one or two moths rising ghostly in the headlights. Most people don’t even notice. In fact, if you are young you will never have known anything else – the absence of summer birds and butterflies is just how it is and how, for them, it has always been. The entomologist I spoke to thought nothing would be done until it affected people’s pockets, by which time it would be too late.

I find this intensely depressing because the natural world has been a large part of my life and the source of much of my early poetry. A Year of Flowers was a celebration of the fact that I identified nearly 200 species of flowering plants in my corner of Ceredigion, many of them increasingly rare; but celebration becomes more and more difficult – false, even – in the light of what is happening.

Ceredigion is threatened in another way. There has been so much immigration from England in the past thirty years that the language balance has shifted as the English move in and take over farms and villages, and more recently towns like Aberystwyth. Welsh culture (in either language) is being rubbed away by this process. If you are Welsh, even from the Borders like me, you lead a double life – one with English residents and another with other Welsh people. In dealing with the English I feel like Eliot’s Sweeney – ‘I gotta use words when I talk to you.’ Political correctness and expediency mean you are supposed to think this is fine, but it isn’t. The last bastions of Welshness will probably be the Valleys and towns like Llanelli, until the greening of the old industrial heartland is complete when the English will move in there as well.

 

One of the themes of your poetry is ‘ageing’ (see ‘The Old’ in “The Roaring Boys” and ‘And Again Tomorrow’ in “ Wind Playing with a Man’s Hat”.) These are possibly self-portraits but are also hilariously cruel. You’re not going quietly, are you?

To quote Eliot again, ‘Old men ought to be explorers’. There’s too much to see, hear, read, and experience to start putting on slippers and watching daytime TV. Perhaps those poems are ‘hilariously cruel’, as you put it, but they are also a shaking of the fist at the ageing process, a refusal to knuckle under.

 

You ensured that Planet was a publisher of books, and you were also a board member of Seren for several years. What’s your view of the state of writing and publishing in Wales in 2016?

If I limit myself to poetry which is what I know best I’d say Welsh poetry in English has an unacknowledged identity crisis. This is because there are so many English poets living and publishing here, very many of whom work at the universities where they teach ‘creative writing’. After fulfilling a residence requirement, writers qualify for Arts Council and Books Council grants and bursaries – and it is hard to see how it could be otherwise. They then become notional ‘Welsh’ poets and are active on the poetry scene, publishing in the magazines and with the publishing houses, participating in readings, and so on. This is part of the Anglicisation of Wales I referred to earlier.

It raises the question of what then is a Welsh-writer-in English these days? It is an important question, but it is mostly avoided. The answer, it seems to me, is that Welsh poetry in English is sliding ineluctably into a provincial variant of English poetry. This is not a problem for English poets living and working here, many of whom return to England after a few years to take up academic posts across the border. It is a problem for the Welsh, though, and we need to address it.

Turning to the publishing industry, this is almost wholly dependent on grant-aid. If that dried up, publishing here would collapse. In the 1960s and ‘70s the hope was that start-up grants would allow publishers to establish themselves and eventually become financially independent. This has never happened. Too many of us still see metropolitan England as the mirror in which to validate ourselves. Being published by one of the big poetry publishers in England is the guarantee of having arrived.

Welsh publishers suffer from this. Seren has discovered and nurtured a number of good poets over the years, but after a collection or so they mostly lose them to Faber, Carcanet, Bloodaxe, or Picador. Welsh publishers cannot shake off the role of feeder publishers to the bigger houses in England. It is hard to see how this can be changed until writers have more confidence in our own culture, and stop gazing longingly across Offa’s Dyke.

 

I sense the Oxford experience is important for your writing. I imagine its fruit will be poetry. Are you planning a collection initiated by what you’re learning there?

My year at the Museum of Natural History has been a fascinating one and my only regret is that it is coming to an end. As part of the commission, I wrote eight poems directly relating to my experience which will be published by the Museum in an anthology in December. Whether there will be any more remains to be seen.

The chief importance of the year, as I said, has been the opportunity to talk to entomologists, zoologists and palaeontologists about their work, and also about the current state of nature. We are, inevitably, fixated on the consequences of the EU Referendum, the terrible wars in the Middle East, the refugee crisis, but important as these are, running beneath them is the relentless destruction of the natural world which most of us, living in urban environments and hard-wired to iPhones, don’t even notice.

As James Lovelock has observed, nature has a way of righting imbalances in its larger systems. There are too many humans on Earth making too many demands on its resources so that we have become a plague. Nature has ways of righting this. 

 

Music is important in your life. For years you’ve played in blues / skiffle groups, and some of your poems use blues lyrics as starting points. You’ve also published ‘ Y Felan a Finnau’ (The Blues and Myself) in 1992 from University of Wales Press. You launch your latest collection with a blues band playing a set. Why this particular musical fascination?

The only music in our house when I was growing up came from my mother who vamped 1920s music hall songs on the piano in the front room. So when Lonnie Donegan appeared on the scene in the mid 1950s, and The Vipers, and the Ken Collyer Skiffle Group, I was, as a fifteen-year-old, ripe for plucking. I bought their 78s and a cheap guitar and joined a skiffle group at school.

Then my English master told me I ought to listen to the real thing. He suggested Lead Belly and Blind Lemon Jefferson. I bought them on 10” LPs and was hooked for life.

A thousand LPs and CDs later, blues (and gospel) remain endlessly fascinating. What attracted me as a teenager was the way the blues deal with real life – with loss, prejudice, violence, love and its discontents; but it’s also good time music – about getting sloppy drunk, ‘dancing on a dime’ in juke joints, tipping out on Saturday night, ready for any game in town.

I’ve always played guitar but only since moving to Aberystwyth have I become involved again in playing the blues publicly, firstly in a skiffle revival group, and for some years now in several downhome blues bands. It’s fun, and I’ve come to enjoy mixing music with poetry in performance, playing with poets Twm Morys, Iwan Llwyd, Nigel Jenkins, Damian Walford Davies and Richard Margraff Turley in various combinations. Music adds a dimension to readings for me; it helps sustain a variety of moods and rhythms which is hard to achieve in a straight reading. 

 

On 13.10.16, Bob Dylan was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature. Do you approve?

I have no strong feelings about it. Bob Dylan is a poet in the oral tradition whereby the ‘music’ of the poetry is in the accompaniment rather than in the words which can seem flat on the page. Blind Lemon Jefferson (long dead, of course) was a far greater poet in this tradition and Dylan learned his craft from people like him. It does occur to me that in accepting the prize Dylan, the arch rebel of the Sixties, has finally been absorbed into the Establishment he once claimed to despise. 

 

New technology and above all social media are changing publishing hugely. There is now ‘access to everything’, which means constant reassessment of what has until now been taken for granted. Several of your recent volumes are produced by a ‘new’ publisher. Surely this is to be welcomed.

Well, Cinnamon’s not so new now; it celebrated its tenth anniversary recently. And yes, it is to be welcomed in a world where the smart money’s on e-books and the death of print.

I am probably wrong, but I don’t think electronic media will ever drive the printed book to extinction. We are a tactile, sensuous species. There is something about the feel of a well-produced book, the quality of the paper, the cover design, the font, the turning of a page, which make reading a three-dimensional, physical experience, compared to reading a flat, two-dimensional ‘text’ on a Kindle.

A book is also a form of contact with the past and the future. You are only its custodian while you are alive, as bookplates and hand-written names on fly leaves attest if you buy secondhand books. You become, in a sense, part of the book’s history while it is in your possession. A Kindle is eventually junked and thrown on a scrap heap, the texts it contains saved, perhaps, onto another flat, impersonal device.

As to the web and social media, yes, they give instant access to everything, but in such a way that more means less – you remember less, and so know less, because it is all there at the tap of a key and you can look it up again and again.   

Facebook and Twitter and ‘have your say’ appendages to on-line newspapers and other media seem rather boring. Why take notice of hundreds of thousands of people you’ve never met, all disgorging their pixilated opinions into the void? It is a world of mediocrity and often of viciousness. The new technology is currently unstoppable. I think it may end up helping to destroy us as a species, undermining our humanity; though not yet.

 

I enjoy your books immensely for their rigour and powerful imagery. Although influenced by RS Thomas, you are forging your own direction. ‘The Roaring Boys’ (Cinnamon, 2012) begins with a statement from Martha Gellhorn, “It is wonderful to know exactly when you are happy”. I’d say you know exactly when you are happy, and that’s when you are writing, when you are discovering the ‘exact’ image in a poem. ‘Sea Lilies’ (Seren) selects your poetry between 1984 and 2003. Are there plans to select from the many poems since? And maybe as a last word here, might you provide readers of this interview with a ‘recent’ poem. Thank you. 

I think you’re right about happiness. What I like about writing poems is that, until the poem begins to form itself on the page, I don’t know what it is going to be about. The excitement is in exploring the unknown, and the knowledge that any aspect of experience – perhaps something quite trivial – may form the basis of an image, or even a whole poem. The trouble, of course, is that writing a poem takes up only a small part of the day. For the rest, you live less intensely, though always on the alert. Les Murray said once that a poet ought to know everything. I think he’s right, though of course it’s not possible.

I haven’t thought about a second Selected because I’m too busy writing poems. In the past three years I’ve got about half way toward a new collection, and I want to concentrate on that.

Here’s a short recent poem, which I think is about happiness. I was looking out of the kitchen window and a wren landed on the lawn in front of me. Wrens, as you know, are elusive birds, but here it was in all its glory. The poem wrote itself in about as many seconds as the bird stayed in my sight:

UNUSUAL

An automatic light came on

when a wren snap-darted across the lawn tail up

a feathery flagstaff of itself too quick

each bounce and pounce

for a human eye to follow but no stop

there it is

 

and gone.

 


 

 

A version of this interview is published by ‘New Welsh Review'