Monday, 4 February 2013

“Everything that is interesting in nature happens at the boundaries”


 CREATIVE WRITING WORKSHOPS, ULVERSTON, CUMBRIA, UK- “WALKING STORIES : LEAVING FOOTPRINTS”



October 20th 2012

Some fine writing produced after our short walk on Birkrigg, overlooking the vast expanse of Morecambe Bay and north to the Cumbrian fells, then on to Sunbrick, the Quaker Burial Mound.

The entrance/exit into and from the 17th century Quaker burial ground prompted us to discuss edges/entrances from one space/time to another, boundaries between self and other, between waking and dreaming, between seasons marked by Celts and others through ritual, Imbolc, Samhain, Beltane, Lughnasadh, or space/time between past and present, recalled and recorded through poetry.

Here's what writer John Burnside has to say on boundaries and the space between:

“Everything that is interesting in nature happens at the boundaries”[1]
The spaces between the ‘self’ and ‘the other’ where everything takes place have long been a source of fascination for poets and myth-makers. … those Celts who once inhabited the British Isles … recognised a space which they called (in Irish) idir eathara that is, a boundary that is neither one place nor another, but the space between the two.[2]
[1] John Burnside quoting psychologist, Nicholas Humphreys http://www.hum.uit.no/nordlit/1/burnside.html

The outdoor session was rounded off by a drive to Roa Island with its views across the channel to Piel Island and its early 12th century Castle, then home for reflection and indoor workshop exercises, hot drinks and home made flapjacks.

For the next workshop please bring one A4 page poem/prose piece to be workshopped, plus a poem that means something to you, or a poet whose work you admire, for brief group discussion. There'll be more indoor workshop exercises and a short walk/explore outdoors, plus writing in response to boundaries, dreams and myth.

Examples of my workshop exercises can be found in “Writing Works : A Resource Handbook for Therapeutic Writing Workshops and Activities”, edited by Gillie Bolton, Victoria Field, Kate Thompson Jessica Kingsley Publishers, 116 Pentonville Road , London N1 9JB, England. August 2006.




Sunday, 3 February 2013

SINGING THE LAND - EXPLORING THE INFLUENCE OF THE LAND ON EMILY BRONTE'S POETRY



         


“A human being is part of the whole called by us the Universe, a part limited in time and space.  We experience ourselves, our thoughts and our feelings as something separate from the rest – a kind of optical delusion of consciousness.  This delusion is a kind of prison for us, restricting us to our personal desires and to affection for a few persons nearest to us.  Our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” – Albert Einstein1


INTRODUCTION


When I began this essay my original aim was to show how the land influenced the poetry of Emily Bronte.  However, as I began to look more closely at her work, I began to be aware not only of this influence, but also the connection between her poetry and the poetry of others, that I knew to bear the name of mystical poets.  The first poet I began to see a connection with was Hafiz, a 14th century Sufi poet.  His use of metaphors and images is similar to those used by Bronte to describe the Holy Spirit, for example, breath, wind, murmur, north wind, zephyr and also her use of star imagery.  Whether or not she knew of the work of Hafiz I did not, at the time know, however, as I began to delve further into work written about the Brontes, I began to find clues.  Juliet Barker had written in the footnotes to her book on the Brontes’ childhood writings, called Charlotte Bronte Juvenilia 1829-1835, a brief explanation of Hafiz2.  This was in connection to the fact that Charlotte Bronte, Emily’s sister, had written a short story that mentioned the work of this Sufi poet.

Stevie Davies, Emily Bronte: Heretic3, also suggested that Emily Bronte could have been influenced by the work of the German Romantic poet, Goethe.  It seemed sensible to read about him.  I made another connection, that of his admiration of the poetry of Hafiz, to the point where Goethe had written about him in his work East West Divan4.  To continue this investigation I dug deeper, looking for any
connection to Hildegard of Bingen, another poet and mystic whose work I thought resonated with that of Bronte’s and who wrote much of her work during the times of the Crusades.  I discovered that Goethe, whom one critic thought was the reason for Bronte learning German, went on a pilgrimage to this 12th century mystic’s shrine at Bingen5.

I began to realise that what we call mystical experiences are common, not only in religious followers, but also, amongst other people, poets.  But what is the connection between loving and respecting the land and mysticism?   Jonathan Bate, in his book, Song of the Earth, describes how:

“… to dwell means you must be content to listen, to hear the music of the shuttle …  There is a distinctive sound to every bio-region … but there is also an undersound, a melody heard perhaps only by the poet, which harmonises the whole eco-system … [eventually] we could come to understand that every piece of land is itself a text, with its own syntax and signifying potential.  Or, one should say: come to understand once again, as our ancestors did.  For the idea that the earth itself is a text is a very old one.”6

Bate is saying here that each piece of land contains within it, its own diverse life forms, particular to that place and that each life form vibrates to its own note.  It is what the poet and writer Lawrence Durrell called, “the spirit of place.”7 The idea of the land being a text is something that the poet Henry Vaughan would also have recognised.  Throughout this essay I have drawn on the work of Henry Vaughan because of the similarity between his poetry and that of Bronte.  Whether or not she knew of his work, I do not know  but I think it helps illuminate her poetry by drawing upon what has become consciously, or unconsciously, part of our shared cultural inheritance.

Henry, and his twin brother Thomas Vaughan, wrote some of their work during the mid 17th century, at the time of the English Civil War, which erupted in 1642.  It would appear that it is at times of personal or public crisis that mystical experiences are felt and expressed, particularly through art and religion.  This could lead us to suppose that it is a purely physiological phenomenon, related to periods of intense emotional and physical suffering that initiates the experience and not a spiritual one. 


However, as we are, fundamentally, physical bodies composed of emotions, thoughts, feelings and senses, it is difficult to know where one body ends and another begins.  Although our thoughts are not physically tangible in the sense that you cannot pick up a thought physically, in your hands, as you would a cup of tea, we can make them tangible through works of art, religion, engineering and science.  


Poetry is one way in which we try and make sense of the apparently chaotic world in which we live.  It is also at times of crisis that we turn to something other than ourselves in order to make sense of our fragmented world.  To do this we often look at what we call nature, to provide us with answers to unanswerable questions.

For example, in “Ritual Entries: Some Approaches to Henry Vaughan’s ‘Silex Scintillans’”, Michael Srigley describes:

 “… how the insomniac Vaughan [was] excited but perplexed as he gazes at the Ogham script that Nature has incised upon these stones.  The landscape [of south Wales] is now internalised and is explored in a journey of the mind.  Both the stream flowing from the mighty spring and the stones with their ‘broken letters’ point to a mystery which is barred to profane human reason.  The intuition aroused by natural objects brings him tantalisingly close to an answer, but it fails him, and the poet recognises his spiritual blindness.  In ‘early day’ as the sun rises, ‘That little light I had was gone’.  The inner light now fading into the outer light of day leaves his inner eye ‘eclipsed’.”8

In the following dissertation, expanding on the connections between respect for the sacredness of the earth and mystical experiences, I shall discuss four points:


  1. that the land conveys a sense of interconnectedness, which flows through all things, both animate and inanimate;
  2. in balance with this influence towards transcendence and unifying experience is Bronte’s intimate knowledge of the specificity and concreteness of locality – the other realm of her poetry – the earth that leads to heaven as interconnectedness;
  3. the way this local specificity becomes an ‘inscription’, or text of sound – a  known polyphony which forms the basis of her poetry and
  4. the inter-relationships, tensions and possible contradictions between these three elements.

For example in “The linnet in the rocky dells” Bronte not only reveals her strong, spiritual vision of the interconnectedness of life, she also shares her intimate knowledge of the land and its inhabitants.  I would go further and say that the moor and the sky are canvasses and the life on the moor, under it and in it are its inscriptions, its poetic voice into which Bronte tapped for her inspiration, or which she heard in the silence when her own little voice was still and silent and she allowed something else, something both herself and other, to speak, 

Perhaps as she grew older and “the shades of the prison house began to close”9, she lost that ability to listen simultaneously to inner and outer voice, lost that poise where inner and outer landscapes met in a dynamic interplay and fusion and this is what she tried hard to recover. It is almost as if she experienced an inner conflict between the poet and the philosopher, the artist and the scientist.  This is apparent in the two poems I shall discuss in Chapter II, The Night-Wind and Shall Earth no more inspire thee?  In Chapter III I shall follow her inward journey, by looking at two poems, Stars and The Prisoner – a Fragment.  I shall begin by discussing two poems in Chapter I, “The Linnet in the rocky dells” and “Loud without the wind was roaring”.

Briefly, then, the poems I have chosen express the journey of Bronte from her deep love of the land she knew and cared about at Haworth, which was her familiar and family, through her struggle to explore her inscape, her inner landscape that was being shaped by her mature, more complex emotions.  It seems to me that she used the land to act as a vehicle for her explorations, not only physically and emotionally, but also spiritually and mentally.  The Belgian schoolmaster, M. Heger, commented that Emily Bronte “should have been a man, a great navigator.”10   I agree with him, not that she should have been a man, but in the sense that she was prepared and indeed seemed compelled, to explore the dark, psychological landscape of herself, her inner nature, using nature, that is the land, to do so.

Even the titles of the poems seem to suggest a journey, a quest, an exploration of the mysteries of life and death, using the land as an anchor when Bronte did venture into these dark realms.  The poem entitled “The Linnet in the rocky dells” explores the death of a “lady fair” and how the wild animals and birds live and feed on her breast.  The next two poems, “Loud without the wind was roaring” and “The Night-Wind” use the wind to symbolise both a messenger and also a gentle, seductive voice.  In the poem “Stars”, Bronte uses stars as a metaphor for her thoughts, exploring the boundless, inner imagination, synonymous with the outer, spaceless, timeless universe.  The poem called “The Prisoner – a fragment”, explores the idea that the body is made of clay and that the spirit is chained inside until death releases it.   The last poem I have chosen to examine, “No coward soul is mine” was written in the most defiant tone of all the poems I will examine.  The image of the holy spirit in this poem as a dove is very powerful and the stanza,

            “With wide-embracing love
            Thy spirit animates eternal years
            Pervades and broods above,
            Changes, sustains, dissolves, creates and rears”

is possibly one of the strongest she has written, apart from one in “The Prisoner – a fragment”, beginning, “Then dawns the Invisible, the Unseen its truths reveals.”

What I found interesting when I began this journey of exploration, was the apparent reluctance on the part of some recent critics to explore the idea of mystical experience, a tone of embarrassment or cynicism crept in at any mention of the words soul, spirit, mystical or visionary and I think this was perhaps one of the most fascinating aspects of this research.

However, rather than be afraid to examine what is meant by a mystical experience, how it can relate to a sense of dislocation and how perhaps in the 21st century we are still searching for meaning in our lives, it would be more productive to ask why there is a tradition of visionaries from very earliest human times and what this tells us about us, as humans.  Are mystical experiences, poetry, art, music, dance, quantum physics and religion ways of reconnecting us to the rest of creation?  Do they act as ways of filling a gap we might feel between ourselves and other creatures, the gap caused by self-consciousness?   These are questions I held in mind as I worked through this research.

It is interesting to see how critics have changed from one century, one generation to the next, depending on trends.  For example, in the body of the essay I have shown how G. K. Chesterton, who was writing in the early part of the 20th century, was comfortable discussing the mystical elements of Bronte’s poetry.  However, later critics show a greater reluctance to engage with this aspect of her work.  Such critics as Lucasta Miller, for example, in her book The Bronte Myth  discuss the possible mystical influences in Bronte’s poetry in the following way, “As Carlyle uses it, the word ‘mystic’ has a far more abstract, philosophical resonance than it would have a hundred years later when applied to Emily by populist twentieth-century mythographers keen to prove that her poetry derived from paranormal out-of-body experiences she had up on the moors.” 11

The tone Miller uses is cynical, as is her description of Bronte creating her poetry “from paranormal out-of-body experiences she had up on the moors.”  What it shows is how the meanings of words change over the centuries, but that similar experiences we call mystical have been around for a long time.  Far from being abstract and philosophical and/or out of the body, the mysticism I will be examining in this essay is one grounded in the reality of our physical bodies; that to know and experience what can be termed ecstasy, or heightened awareness, is firmly rooted in the earth, which is why metaphors of sexuality are used to describe a mystical experience.  The feeling we get of letting go at the point of orgasm, are akin to that of letting go into what is sometimes called the cosmic, or greater self, and can also be experienced as a moment when we realise that we are all part of each other, and I am including the inanimate here as well as the animate.  It is when we are more firmly reconnected to our senses as animals that we have the potential to become spiritual beings.

Once we realise, as Einstein did, that “our task must be to free ourselves from the prison by widening our circle of compassion to embrace all living creatures and the whole of nature in its beauty.” then I believe we will truly fulfil what it means to be human.

Dr. Geraldine Green, Ecopoetics Research Diploma, supervisor prof. Pam Morris. Originally written December 2002, re-read February 2013  

Footnotes:
Albert Einstein 'The World Healing Project'
Juliet Barker 'Juvenilia' (London, Penguin Classics 1996)
Stevie Davies 'Emily Bronte Heretic' (London, The Women's Press 1994)
Richard Friedenthal 'Goethe his life and times' (Weidenfeld & Nicholson 1993)
Jonathan Bate 'Song of the Earth' (Picador, 2000)
Lawrence Durrell 'Spirit of Place' (Faber and Faber 1969)
Michael Srigley 'Ritual Entries, some approaches to Henry Vaughan's "Silex Scintillans" (Scintilla 3 (Usk Valley Vaughan Association 1999)
Margaret Ferguson, Mary Jo Salter 'Norton Anthology' 1996
Stevie Davies 'Emily Bronte' (Harvester Wheatsheaf 1988)
Lucasta Miller 'The Bronte Myth' (Vintage Books 2002)

Monday, 28 January 2013

Beyond Castlerigg's Stone Circle ... a Review of 'The Other Side of the Bridge'


Lovely review of ‘The Other Side of the Bridge’ by writer Joyce Wilson in Thursday’s Keswick Reminder (24.1.2013) – thank you Joyce!

The Other Side of The Bridge by Geraldine Green (Poetry)
ISBN:- 978-1-907401-86-2   Paperback  40 poems  £7.99  Available from all good book shops or from www.amazonbooks.com
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Although born in Barrow and now living in Ulverston Dr Geraldine Green comes from a well-known Whitehaven family, (the Coyles) and as a result, many of her poems reflect her strong connections with the town. It's clear that her childhood memories of the tales her grandmother told have proved to be a strong influence on her writing.  She was fascinated by the story of Barney Goose, a true tale, still told in Whitehaven, she recalls …

  ‘I tell the kids how Barney the goose'd
  step along the bar in the pub
  that stood beside these docks,
 tell them how Barney'd sup
 his Guinness.’

Geraldine's family, like so many others went to America for a while and she includes poems inspired by life there.  Travelling across the vast prairie is remembered ...

   'These ghosts of buffalo,
    These man-hunting bison.
    Ghost bison pound the earth
    Their hooves the pestle
    this land their mortar.’

Geraldine casts her net worldwide. A few lines from Skiathos in Greece captures a fleeting, warm, lazy, early morning image ...

        'Morning pulls itself open
              cats slink uphill
         to the churchyard.'

Dr Green's roots lie firmly here in Cumbria as we recognise when she writes ...
        
        
         ‘Beyond this seat my left hip leans against
         beyond the shale-grey flanks of Skiddaw
         this drystone wall, Derwentwater lying below me.

         Beyond Castlerigg's stone circle,
         low clouds rising like steam from a train
         down in St John's-in-the-Vale.
         Beyond the slate-grey track
         miners' ghosts tread at midnight.'

A poet who writes sensitive and innovative patterns of strikingly powerful words on an almost empty page and who engages the reader in a variety of emotional experiences, Geraldine Green is a freelance writing teacher and mentor in addition to her position as sessional tutor at the University of Cumbria.

                                                Joyce Wilson  Jan. 2013
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Sunday, 27 January 2013

'Walking Stories/Leaving Footprints' - Creative Writing Workshops


“WALKING STORIES, LEAVING FOOTPRINTS” (Allice Legat)

I wasn’t sure if yesterday’s creative writing workshop would go ahead. Like other parts of Britain we had snow snow and yes, more snow! Cumbria had its share of the white stuff mostly dumped on us on Friday. This meant that members of our writing group who live in parts of Cumbria that gritters don’t reach, would have a struggle to get out of their drives, lanes, farmyards, let alone reach a passable road!

However, three out of the eight signed up arrived. Lancaster was a green patch in the white so that was fairly ok for two of the group who came by train. Roads between Grange and Ulverston were still slushy and slithery in places, so thank you to our new member from Grange for joining us – complete with home made lemon-drizzle cake!

We began by workshopping a piece of writing each of the group had brought along Our new member A. shared a poem that meant something to her and read it to us:  ‘The Journey’ by Mary Oliver - which nicely took us onto the next part of our workshop, the outdoor writing/walking/reflecting session.

I themed yesterday’s workshop around the idea of Peninsulas which are “almost an island” and what that means in terms of geography, possible social isolation, its benefits and drawbacks and also the idea of metaphoric and symbolic peninsulas and asked each of the group to ponder on these ideas. I ended the morning session by inviting someone to read Seamus Heaney’s poem ‘The Peninsula’ and we discussed this, sharing what worked, perhaps didn’t and if or not we liked it and why. I shared with them a quote from Helen Vendler who has written excellently and extensively on Heaney’s poetry, then shared Heaney's poem:

The Peninsula

When you have nothing more to say, just drive
For a day all round the peninsula.
The sky is tall as over a runway,
The land without marks, so you will not arrive

But pass through, though always skirting landfall.
At dusk, horizons drink down sea hill,
The ploughed field swallows the whitwashed gable
And you're in the dark again. Now recall

The glazed foreshore and silhouetted log,
That rock where breakers shredded into rags,
The leggy birds stilted on their own legs,
Islands riding themselves out into the fog.

And drive back home, still with nothing to say
Except that now you will uncode all landscapes
By this: things founded clean on their own shapes,
Water and ground in their extremity.

- Seamus Heaney 'Opened Ground - Poems 1966-1996' Faber & Faber

“A Pack of four she-wolves and Roy the dog” (Thank you A.)

Yesterday’s a plein air session took place on the beach at Newbiggin. The tide was going out and the horse and rider I often see were curvetting on the silver-lit mud flats as we got out of the car. We wandered along the beach, each of us absorbed in our own actions, pauses, reflections, uplifted heads to the sky, clouds, distant horizon of tide returning to the Irish Sea…

… picking up shells, driftwood, sea glass, stopping to contemplate, in silence, an outward action: oyster catchers prodding wet mud, a solitary walker saying hello her dog eager for attention before scampering after her… our inner thoughts our own, mapping inward landscapes of memories, the outer and inner meeting on this place that is almost an island marking time and space between sea and land.

We returned home for late lunch, chats and much laughter, then settled down to write in response to stimuli I provided. The following kicker lines were used taken from the highly recommended “Earth Shattering - Ecopoems” (Bloodaxe Books, ed. Neil Astley).

Its mouth is stopped with bramble, thorn and briar  fr. ‘The Combe’ Edward Thomas p.60
The plum orchard/tidal with bees fr ‘Livestock’ John Burnside p.204
I sit at McDonald’s eating my fragment of forest fr. Fast Food, William Heyen, p.172
It gathers the river shivering in a wet field fr. ‘Birdsong for two voices’ Alice Oswald p.116
This is why, sometimes, the grass looks electric fr. ‘The orgasms of organisms’ Dorianne Laux p.111
I was pushing my cart through the sharp/fluorescence of the supermarket fr. ‘The Devil I don’t know’ Chase Twichell p.96

I asked each of the group to choose one and write in response to it. Later, after sharing what they’d written, I asked them to read out the poem their line came from. This was a lovely way to end the workshop. Thank you.

Geraldine Green 27.1.2013


Next workshops:

February 23rd, March 23rd, April 27th, May 25