Poetry

Review of A Feeling in UKC

Climbing, News, Poetry

This was heartwarming. Ian Parnell published a lot of articles for me when he was editor of Climb magazine, for which I will ever be indebted. Everyone needs a champion and, early on, he championed me. One thing I love in this review is his tally of contents. I’d never counted up the parts of the book myself – as I can’t keep track of lengths in the swimming pool doing a slow breaststroke – but I really appreciate the rigour of it. Also my favourite line is: “One of the pleasures of reading this book is you rarely know what Dobner is going to come up with next.”

https://www.ukclimbing.com/gear/publications/other_publications/a_feeling_for_rock_by_sarah-jane_dobner-13463

Portland: Here be Dragons

Climbing, Poetry

It took me years to love Portland. So many monsters!

https://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/features/portland_here_be_dragons-12979

Gunslingers, Part I: Coppola

Dinner at the chippy on Weston Road
Codfathers. Mafia allusions, gangster, tongue-in-cheek
Nod to Francis Ford Coppola
But fish and chips, night after night?

Monday evening. Every pub kitchen shut. No restaurants
Drive through the prefabs and estates, looking for food
And fail. Boil up some pasta and grate on cheddar
Sleep in the van, barely satisfied

Next morning in the lay-by, jot verbatim
The words of a young man to his climbing companion
Can you be fucked with more of these giant ciabattas?
As they pack their rucksacks for Cheyne Weares

A new, potty-mouthed mob. Only a question of time, surely
Before Portland gentrifies. It’s coastal, beautiful
Well-connected with a magnificent climate
But it’s an island, with its own code, and doesn’t need outsiders

    Codfathers…

    Costa Blanca: Book of Wonders

    Climbing, Poetry

    The rock-climber’s classic winter refuge. More rock than you will ever eat!

    https://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/features/costa_blanca_-_book_of_wonders-12615

    Fruit (Xaló)

    Naranja! Naranja! tres euros, seis kilos
    Dutch you? English? juice eat – yes! – these – juice!
    you try – take, take! tomates? green, red?
    this – doesn’t matter! – medio kilo? lekker, lekker!

    She proffers tissues for our sticky orange-hands
    but I’ve already wiped mine on my trousers
    Ha! where wife, wife? she mimes – slapping the
    air-husband who smears his shorts whilst always insisting

    on wearing white. Siete euros cincuenta. We pay and turn
    then hear her call – Venga! two huge, yellow suckable lemons
    hitched up at breast-level – then! guttural laughter –
    she drops them lower – offers us, gratis, sour fruity balls

    Venga!

    The Western Isles: Checkmate

    Climbing, Poetry

    Skye and the Outer Hebrides. Where desire and grief seem one and the same.

    https://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/features/the_western_isles_checkmate-12449

    Peat (Skinidin, Skye)

    Usually the earth is hard
    A crust
    I’m used to this
    Where I put the past behind me

    But on the Islands
    Reach into the peat and
    Your hands slide down through
    Centuries

    Spooky. The undead
    Exes and myths
    Clasp my wrists
    From the black water

    Gogarth: A Gala Performance

    Climbing, News, Performance, Poetry

    Gogarth as the best theatre on earth. Poems and chunks of prose:

    https://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/features/gogarth_-_a_gala_performance-12183

    West

    Head West, always. As the Joad family in Grapes of Wrath or Otis in Dock of the Bay. Adventurers, pioneers and runaways. The dreamers and desperate. Years ago, hitch-hiking the deserts, flagged a ride with New Jersey kids jumping bail. Headed to California. Drive West. Leaving Llanberis, light rain closing in on the windscreen, peppering the glass. Not forecast. But there it is. Nature of the mountains. Keep driving. Roundabouts. A bridge, squat and self-promoting. Irksome to the island, one would think. Centuries of the Menai Straits thwarting casual visitors and conquerors. Drive over. Look at the state of the tide. You’ve checked online. But seeing it, the mud or gleaming water, confirms the iPhone’s information. Drive on. Through the town. Beyond all conurbations. Beyond fields and into heathland. Sea beyond the passenger seat. Sea ahead. Only sea, and the end of the track where the road runs out. The Western edge of Wales. Crumpled cliffs, high cliffs, red cliffs, yellow cliffs, mud cliffs, crystal cliffs, lichen cliffs, loose cliffs, clean cliffs. It’s all there. You can reinvent yourself, out West. Be whoever you like. Be who you are. Start again, each time, and hope for better results.

    The Song of Bare Blåbær

    Climbing, News, Poetry

    Thanks to UKC for supporting poetry on World Poetry Day: https://www.ukclimbing.com/articles/features/poetry_-_song_of_bare_blabaer-11834


    Foundations (Henningsvær)

    The buildings amphibian
    Half in water, half on land
    Decks and jetties project into the
    Salty tide

    Kitchens dangle over water
    Yachts and motorboats
    Lashed alongside as
    Fifty percent of the accommodation

    Onshore, the structures
    Teeter on frameworks of granite
    Whilst seaward sections
    Prop on top of

    Seaweed-covered, rotting, wooden poles
    And corroded metal piles
    Listing and murmuring and dripping
    Between each semi-diurnal dunking

    And so the houses balance
    On the edge of the sea, the edge of stone
    Never quite belonging
    Dwarfed by the mountains and the Arctic Ocean

    Judge’s Special Mention

    Climbing, News, Performance, Poetry

    The Salty Dance Floor got a Highly Commended! Sat next to Sandro at SHAFF and it was fun and everyone was friendly and the panel was great. As is this ace quote from Niall Grimes, one of the three judges:

    “I love it when people try to do something different. What made The Salty Dance Floor stand out for me was its attempt to express an emotion that I have felt as a climber…and it used the medium of film to not try to explain or verbalise this feeling, but to put the feeling across. What was the film saying? I have no idea, but I understood it”.