Julia Bird

poems following the route of the thames

Hannah and the Monk and the rest October 19, 2009

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You can buy the CD I made for the Poetry Archive from the Poetry Book Society online shop now … details here http://www.poetrybookshop.org.uk/product.php?id=99969 

It’s got most of book on it (apart from the poem which only works if you can see it looks like photo booth photos, and the one which contains the phonetic transcription of a capuccino machine. I wasn’t about to commit my attempt at that noise to posterity) and six new ones including ‘This Does Me For Snow’, ‘To Be Shone On His Body’ and ‘Victoria Street Reel’.

 

More Readings … July 18, 2009

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June 25th at the Poetry Cafe in London as part of the Shuffle, details here … http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/event.php?eid=119173176528&ref=ts … and August 7th during Malmesbury Carnival in Wiltshire, details here … http://www.malmesburycarnival.co.uk/ … and September 12th in a San Francisco pottery and September 21st in a Middlesex boys’ school, details who knows where.

Hannah & the Monk now available in paperback. A lovely slim volume she is too.

 

What your ipod needs … May 7, 2009

Filed under: Hannah & the Monk — juliabird @ 11:59 am

Tomorrow, I will be making a recording for the Poetry Archive – www.poetryarchive.org . Most of ‘Hannah & the Monk’ and a handful of new ones. When the recording’s been produced & polished up, it’ll go on the website, and be sold as CD. I’ve got lots of Poetry Archive CDs, and have put ‘em on my ipod. Simon Armitage surprising your earhole in the middle of a mainly indie-rock shuffle can be a bit disconcerting, but the Archive is a marvellous enterprise, and I’m chuffed to be recording for it.

 

Sean O’Brien’s books of the year … January 7, 2009

Filed under: Hannah & the Monk — juliabird @ 3:36 pm

http://www.morningstaronline.co.uk/index.php/news/culture/arts/classics_in_the_making

He writes ‘Among many interesting books in a rich year were Paul Batchelor’s The Sinking Road (Bloodaxe), Peter Bennet’s The Glass Swarm (Flambard), Julia Bird’s Hannah And The Monk (Salt) and Alistair Elliot’s The Real Poems (Shoestring). There’s also The Lost Leader (Faber) by Mick Imlah, Life On Earth (Gallery) by Derek Mahon, Stephen Romer’s Yellow Studio (Carcanet), Anne Rouse’s The Upshot: New And Selected Poems (Bloodaxe) and The Land Of Green Ginger (Salt) by Anthony Rowland.’

 

Hannah and the New Statesman October 25, 2008

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Hannah and the Monk – out now September 14, 2008

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Hannah and the Monk by Julia Bird

Hannah and the Monk by Julia Bird

It’s out now. Look at it, how lovely. It has British racing green endpapers, which you won’t be able to see unless you hold an actual copy in your hand. You can get it cheaply from www.amazon.co.uk, worthily from www.saltpublishing.com or direct from me if you like and I’ll write you a nice note inside. Email me for details …

Here’s a picture Tim Wells took of me standing on a chair at its launch party – http://www.new.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=783403&op=1&o=global&view=global&subj=538007151&id=514911551

 

Covent Garden April 12, 2008

Filed under: Hannah & the Monk, Poems — juliabird @ 8:51 pm

The meeting has run on.

It’s late, he’s lost, a little bit.

I offer that I’ll walk him to the tube

I lodge near here, it’s on my way.

 

I say It’s great, this route

it takes you past a flower stall

that’s packing up this time of night.

They flog their stock so cheap it’s practically free.

He holds on while I dither picking daisies

marked at 50p a bunch.

 

A man sat by the stall is knocking back a can.

 

That’s Loz I say. His dog is Rosielove.

He told me that his wife fucked off

but he stays here, necks Woodpecker

which takes him to a sweeter place.

 

Rosielove is champing at a pigeon on the kerb.

 

Where d’you stand on city birds? I say.

Rats on wings with feet like spat-out gum?

Or do you like their blushing backs of necks

and wonder where it is they lay their eggs?

 

Pigeon pairs are roosting on the station roof.

 

At the entrance

underneath the moon and planes in tiny triangles of sky

he could kiss me as a scrumper steals a plum.

See these lips, would you not say they’re like the hips and hawes

that fruit in hedgerows when the winter’s coming on?

 

The street is all corners and shine.

Traffic stutters on the clutch

where people wait to cross the road

and each belisha flash is like a flower

picked apart to calculate

if love is true or not.

 

Five Years Trying to Win the Flower Show Vegetable Animal Class April 12, 2008

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Five Years Trying to Win the Flower Show Vegetable Animal Class

 

Highly Commended: a large baking potato –

   its shape already reminiscent of the humpback whale –

   set on a plate, surrounded by cabbage

   shredded from the centre of the head

   where its waves are tightest.

   Eyes for a blowhole, and also for eyes.

 

Highly Commended: a crocodile

   in cucumber, a sliced out wedge

   for a gaping mouth, radish teeth and feet,

   and winding down its curving spine,

   a double crest of battlements, contrived

   from cocktail sticks and arrow-heads of swede.

 

Highly Commended: a glossy purple eggplant

   as the body of a bird of paradise,

   wings from tiers of rocket, mint and carrot tops,

   comb from sprouting mustard seed and dill.

   Beak a nutshell, tongue a nut,

   side-dish of summer fruits, its song.

 

Third Place: the coconut gorilla.

   A corn dolly armature whose stooky thighs

   and sloping head are covered

   in the cracked off shells of coconuts,

   the pile of the coconut fibres

   precisely a match for the nap of gorilla pelt.

 

Highly Commended: an aquarium of fish.  

   Goldfish, guppies and angelfish whittled

   from melons, peaches and artichokes.

   Highly skilled engraving suggests drift and flurry,

   fins and scales. A year’s work wasted on the system

   which blows bubbles fat as berries from their mouths.