Tuesday, 2 September 2014

Smashing conkers and juicy Septemberries!

Suddenly its saffron and golden and it is September, but what a wonderful summer it was... 

In June there was the mighty Hammer and Tongue tour then onwards to The Stoke Newington Literary Festival with the one and only Linton Kwesi Johnson. Colin Grant's 'The N-Word' documentary was aired on Radio 4. Hollie McNish, Viv Albertine and I talked memoir and poetry on 'The Verb' with Ian McMilan on BBC Radio 3, listen again here. Then there was the Highbury and Islington First Story anthology book launch, the magnificent Speaky Spokey in Brighton was rocking and The Mary Millington launch with Karen Hayley, Phil Jupitus and Tim Wells and Tangerine Press was smoking hot too. Later in July the Book Club Boutique launched the publication of 'Fishing In The Aftermath' at Vout O Reenee's. So far, so good, it is the fastest selling title to date for my poetry publisher Burning Eye. We have been receiving some great reviews from Now Then and Opus Independents to Dan Carrier in The Camden New Journal and Tim Wells in Rising Magazine. There is also an interview with Alan Bett in The Skinny which came out in August too. 

What else? Well, it feels to me like one minute I was in London on Chris Redmond's The Dojo on Soho Radio and the next thing I know I am in wellington boots, drinking cider in hay stacks and raving in woods, backstage at the mighty Latitude Festival with John Cooper Clarke and Roger McGough, then weird and wonderful was Ways with Weirds in Port Eliot, then I was anti-fracking with Jamie Kelsey Frye at The Green Gathering and then drinking cocktails with Irvine Welsh and Bill Hillman at Bookslam in Wilderness Festival with Gavin Turk and then I was partying with the Nasty Little Press crew and Luke Wright and Daniel Cockrill and the Bang Said The Gun gang and I sae Jock Scot and Neu! Reekie! at Edinburgh Book Festival and then Ali Smith was lovely and Jacky Kay was lovely and Simon Munnery and Stewart Lee too... and then... I met so many new friends... and I met so many old friends... and this summer was nothing but highlights. Thank you to all comrades who were there in the bars and in the pubs and in the trenches, I love festivals and there is more to come...

The Green Gathering

Edinburgh Book Festival with Hollie Mc Nish and Iona Lee

Edinburgh Book Festival
Ways with Weirds at Port Eliot
Gavin Turk and Dickie at Wilderness

With John Mitchinson and Dickie at Port Eliot

It is September 2014, and this is happening now...

This is the month we see the publication of 'Springfield Road'  

There are no words how this makes me feel. Ok there are three words: Anxious. Nervous. Excited. I am a mash-up of Anxnervcited. 'My butterflies have teeth'. It has been a magnificent mountain to climb from my first unsteady steps and early drafts back in 2006, to rewriting the entire book alone up a mountain in Andalucia in 2010 to here, crowd funded and a finished book in my hand and in print. This is happening with thanks to people power, friends and family and the kindness of strangers who pledged and tweeted and facebooked and helped spread the word. Thank you. I believe these beautiful books arrive at Unbound HQ next week, so look out for the postman delivering your gorgeous first editions. I reckon the official publication date is to be September 30th but please follow the Unbound page to find out more a bit closer to the time!

In April earlier this year, I was with the BBC in snowy Chicago making 'Try A Little Tenderness: The Lost Legacy of Little Miss Cornshucks' I'm delighted to hear that it will be broadcast three times this September on the BBC World Service. So for those of you that are abroad and missed it when it was aired in the UK springtime on BBC Radio 4, here's your chance to hear it aired globally on the World Service this autumn.

Autumn 2014  / Gigs and Festivals coming up:

September 5/7th 

September 22nd 

September 23rd
Broadcast 23.30 / BBC World Service

September 24th 
Broadcast 03.30 / BBC World Service
'Try A Little Tenderness: The Lost Legacy of Little Miss Cornshucks'

September 26th

September 27/28th

September 28th
Broadcast 19.30 / BBC World Service
'Try A Little Tenderness: The Lost Legacy of Little Miss Cornshucks'

October 1st tbc.

October 3rd
Clive Anderson, Arthur Smith and Benjamin Zephaniah 

October 10th

October 22nd

November 22/23rd

"Salena Godden has acquired many strings to her bow over the years, spoken word trailblazer, posh establishment broadcaster and literary shindig hostess par excellence to name but a few, but as Fishing In the Aftermath ably illustrates, she is first and foremost a poet. Spanning the first twenty years of her career, the poems included in the collection are multi-layered, darkly comic, brutally real and endlessly imaginative. Godden lives in the same world as the rest of us, but she sees it slightly differently, and her Fishing In the Aftermath is a stunning and timely collection from one of our most original and talented poets." Loud and Quiet Magazine

"Anyone who has ever felt frustrated that literature does not speak to them, or that politicians do not represent them, or that to have a relationship with another human being is incredible, cannot help but have their spirits lifted by this collection. It is joyous to read, at times angry, at times tender, always driven by the most compelling of personalities. And for anyone aspiring as a writer, may Godden’s sign-off in ‘A Letter to a Young Poet’ ring true – “keep the ink wet and keep it burning.” Opus Indie

“Poetry is not for the fame hungry or lightweight. Back then there was some method in my madness and a fierce discipline through the booze and the chaos” she says "It takes guts to stand by your convictions and my advice to any young writer is taken from Churchill: Never, never give up. My only other advice is: Don’t ask for advice listen to yourself." full feature Camden New Journal. 

"I could never understand how she got so much writing done. It was heroic, really… there was ‘Salena Saliva’ in Bukowski mode, a fictional character she developed on the hoof, and performed on the city’s stage. Then there was the fiercely disciplined Salena Godden who locked herself away for days and laboured at her poems, turning her experiences into art."  Unofficialbritain

Chris Redmond of Tongue Fu presents The Dojo, the home of spoken word and poetry on Soho Radio. In this show he interviews British poet, performer and writer Salena Godden about her past and present, including her newly published collection of work ‘Fishing In The Aftermath Poems 1994-2014’ available from Burning Eye Books. Features live readings and music from her archives, from Coldcut and SaltPeter  LISTEN AGAIN HERE

If you visit the new on Charing Cross Rd, 
you'll find Godden's  
in the poetry section nestled alongside Ginsberg & Goethe

Thursday, 7 August 2014

New Writing / 'By Pub, By Prayer Or By Topiary'

At dusk I walk and explore a new neighbourhood. I like to try and lose myself in my London, with its buzz of beehives, villages pertinent by pub, by prayer or by topiary. As I leave the house I switch off the internet, my head is a blaze of headlines, fights over borders and immigration, land and territory, lies and propaganda, conflict and contradiction, praise for the glory of the WW1 heroes, prayers for the anniversary of Hiroshima, and a constant stream of shame and disgust at the atrocities going on today and right now in Gaza…and Syria and Ukraine and Congo and…and...and...and...

Out walking I observe humanity and the colour of the community. I glance into shop windows, Halal butchers, Muslim tailors, Ghanaian shoe shop, Jamaican jerk chicken shack, hip vegan juice bar, the kebab shop, the chippy and the Indian takeaway, all coexisting side by side. I observe a murder of crows, a kit of pigeons, a calamity of junkies on a park bench by a dilapidated catholic church. They are a congregation of alcoholics and the stench of stale piss is so high I can taste it. I am walking among collective nouns: Jews and Muslims and Christians and Greeks and Asians and Arabs and Africans and English and Irish and Scottish and, and, and…It is a multi-coloured world. But then I would say that, I am mixed race, my very existence is evidence of a culture, race, religion and class collision. I was brought up to accept whole humans as they are and not put people in boxes of caste or race, we are all a little bit of something other.

It has been a beautiful summer here in London. We sleep with the windows open, the strawberries and tomatoes are ripening in the garden, I am away at festivals every weekend and the living is easy, fish are jumping…but away from my bubble, out there and in every direction, in the past, the present and the future, people are killing people. I struggle to understand how anyone can sanction war or the use of bombs, not now, not now when we have books, internet and intellect. Not after I saw millions of us weeping at the funeral of Nelson Mandela. I’ve heard us all sing Bob Marley's songs for peace and freedom word for word and re-live Martin Luther King’s ‘I have a dream’ speech on youtube. I thought then, we all agreed that each and every man, woman and child deserves basic human rights, deserves peace, education, equality and freedom. I thought that this was what we fought for back in the 20th century. I thought we already fought the war to end all war. Today as I type this, this week, it is the 69th anniversary of Hiroshima and Nagasaki - yet we still trade arms. And in massive hypocritical contradiction there is pomp and ceremony for the centenary of WW1 - Lest we forget, selectively, everything. 

My generation is amazing, we invented machines to enhance communication, to share ideas and points of debate and we have been given the ability to translate books, poetry and language, to seek a greater understanding of our differences, our sameness, our madness, our saneness. We can travel in time and space. We have ascertained that mankind are all flesh, that humankind are all equal, that all life is sacred, that there is no god and no religion that condones the intentional spread of disease, murder and famine. But the village idiots have decided that this idealism isn't financially interesting or beneficial, the village idiots do not care about the planet or the lives of innocent civilians. They feed and nourish ignorance to garner votes and whip up hatred. They hide the cures and sell us sugar pills.  They pledge a war on books and literacy in prisons and schools. They bulldoze anything of any beauty and drill and frack the marrow out of the bones of the land. They bomb hospitals and school children intentionally. The village idiots do not use the internet to read the entire works of Shakespeare or to google a translation for the words peace and love. They use it to spread propaganda until the truth is numbed, dumbed down with another archive picture of Hiroshima, another dead baby in some rubble in Gaza and a poem by Wilfred Owen warning us that it is all a lie...

DULCE ET DECORUM EST - the first words of a Latin saying (taken from an ode by Horace). The words were widely understood and often quoted at the start of the First World War.  The full saying ends the poem: Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country. In other words, it is a massive horrible lie that it is a wonderful and great honour to fight and die for your country.

It is a perfect English teatime, Wildfred would have loved it. The clouds are soft and apricot, I feel like I am exploring the arteries of the heart of my London, it beats with life up through my soles and into my soul. We are lucky, this beautiful city is still without borders, the music and vibrancy of one village beats rhythm and colour into the next. And as I pass tower blocks and council estates I notice beside them an estate agent advertising a terrace house for half a million pounds in the same neighbourhood, we live in a world of constant contradictions, rich and poor, black and white. One pub by the council estate is dark and unwelcoming, it is festooned with St George flags whilst another pub has started peddling posh scotch eggs and cloudy organic cider. This is London, August 2014, one hundred years away from WW1, we should try to keep the faith more, this modern city is Hitlers worst nightmare, we live in a cosmopolitan dream, a kaleidoscope of colour and culture in a cluster of villages.

But now the village idiot is missing, they search high and low for a new scapegoat. The village idiot is the one pushing all the buttons. The village idiot gave away the co-ordinates. The village idiot is trading arms. The village idiot owns your newspapers. The village idiot is hacking your phone. The village idiot was your favourite childhood television presenter. The village idiot is the bad guy. The village idiot was friends with the Royal family. The village idiot is shaking hands with the Pope. The village idiot was in bed with Margaret Thatcher and Jimmy Saville. The village idiot is laughing and tweeting a selfie from Nelson Mandela’s funeral. The village idiot hijacked a plane. The village idiot is closing down hospitals and fire stations. The village idiot is cutting benefits and welfare for the sick, elderly and disabled. The village idiot is the Mayor of London. The village idiot is a distraction.

The village idiot is bombing for peace. Bombing for peace is like fucking for virginity. Bombing for peace is like screaming for silence. Bombing for peace is like shitting for hunger. Bombing for peace is like drinking for AA. Oh! Hang on! Ring-Ring! Your village is on the phone! They lost their village idiot! Tony Blair your village called, go home! William Hague, your village called, go home! Nick Clegg, your village called, go home! Alastair Darling, your village is missing you! David Cameron, your village called three times already, just as I typed this, please could you just go home…your village rang and they are missing their idiot. 

We are brothers and sisters under one sky on a spinning blue and green ball. We are insignificant, just a mere dot in the timeline, we are all so tiny in the great grand scheme of things, but here and now is all we have and all we have is each other and these roads, these fields, these mountains, these rabbit warrens and foxholes, these tenements and these slums, these country farmlands and chalky cliff tops, these national parks and waterways, these council blocks and terrace streets, these towns and villages - we are neighbours, living side by side, we are all the same and we are all different, pertinent only by pub, by prayer or by topiary. 

(c) Salena Godden / London 2014

Fishing in the Aftermath - Poems 1994-2014 by
is our fastest selling title to date. Find out why => BURNING EYE BOOKS

"Anyone who has ever felt frustrated that literature does not speak to them, or that politicians do not represent them, or that to have a relationship with another human being is incredible, 
cannot help but have their spirits lifted by this collection."    
 Gevi Carver / Opus Independents 

"Spanning the first twenty years of her career, the poems included in the collection are multi-layered, darkly comic, brutally real and endlessly imaginative. Godden lives in the same world as the rest of us, but she sees it slightly differently, and her Fishing In the Aftermath is a stunning and timely collection from one of our most original and talented poets. "  
Lee Bullman / Loud and Quiet Magazine 

"Poetry is not for the fame hungry or lightweight."
Read the review by Dan Carrier / Camden New Journal  

This weekend I'm at Wilderness Festival  on Saturday 9th I'm hosting Book Slam  starring Irvine Welsh & Talia Randall & more..  And on Sunday 10th I'm reading Springfield Road alongside Unbound comrades David Bramwell and Katy Brand Wilderness Festival #Wilderness14  


Thursday, 24 July 2014

The Book Club Boutique's 'Fishing In The Aftermath' launch party scrapbook

Jock Scot and Salena Godden

What a week! What a party! Last week the Book Club Boutique launched my bookFishing In The Aftermath Poems 1994-2014’ at the elegant and stylish Vout-O-Reenee’s in East London, with thanks to beautiful Sophie Parkin and her gorgeous daughter Carson Parkin-Fairley
Carson Parkin-Fairley

'Vout O Reenee's' is a beautiful club and a great venue for The Book Club Boutique, its like stepping into a painting. The floors were painted by our friends Keelertornero

Emma Tornero & Sophie Parkin

Before this wonderful party disappears and fades into a distant and foggy memory, here are some highlights and pics. Author and club owner Sophie Parkin and I have been friends for a decade, we met in Soho at the legendary Colony. We were talking on the phone, planning this launch, and it was Sophie who suggested a 'Salena Karaoke' where guests chose poems from the book and performed them - To tell you the truth, it was like being at my own funeral, listening to people say such very lovely things about how we met or what my poetry means - but I was alive to hear it all, it was quite overwhelming. There was a conflict of emotions, some of my poetry is filthy, my words even cruder from other peoples mouths and I wondered what possessed me to publish these tirades. At other times the readers brought something completely new to the work, musicality and style. Some did parody, hilarious mimicry whilst others chose page poems I have never read on stage. It was so generous of the twelve special guest poets to come and make the party swing and to support the book. I feel very humbled and honoured and...loved.

Iona Lee
Thanks to the lovely Iona Lee we sold dozens and dozens of signed books. Iona is a young and brilliant Scottish poet. We met in Edinburgh last winter, I encouraged her to get on stage and she did her first ever gig under my watchful eye - definitely one to watch.

Michelle Madsen was our MC and she hosted proceedings and rocked up with all that wonderful energy and gusto that we love her for. With her warm and wonderful hosting skills she managed the raucous crowd and later in the night she performed a mad Madsen version of ‘A Letter To An Air Stewardess’ 

Michelle Madsen
Iona Lee read one of the quieter pieces in the book 'Blackbird' and made Dickie, my significant other cry.

Iona Lee and Salena Godden

Talking about emotional performances, thank you to Robert Auton. He chose to read 'A Loner In A Crowded Head' a poem I have performed very rarely and always with some hesitance, its a long and brutal poem and there are no easy jokes in it. I wasn't the only one that was touched by his reading, author Alice Furse wrote about Rob's performance, favouriting it as a highlight of the night. Alice also saluted Joelle Taylor who licked it like she liked it! You can read Alice's review here on her tumblr. Joelle Taylors version of 'Imagine If You Had To Lick It'  was so very good.

Salena Godden and Joelle Taylor

Next I'm remembering Daniel Cockrill and his version of my anti-war poem ‘A Strong And Stiffly Worded Letter’ Dan's version was beautiful, a calm and considered reading and better than I have ever read it. I had never thought of reading it slowly and perhaps I will do so at my next gig.

Daniel Cockrill
Claire K Nicolson and Sophie Parkin inadvertently chose the same poem 'He Has The Same Dream' and both of them Betty Booped it! Two very different approaches to the piece, Claire made a song out of the poem and played the uke and made everyone sing shoo-boo-bee-doo.

Tony, Claire Nicolson & Dan Sumption

Roddy McDevitt read 'Twat' delivering it in the voice of Rik Mayall, saluting 'the peoples poet'
Roddy McDevitt

It was a great party and many laughs were had. Somebody thought my mother and my mother in law-to-be were a gay couple. I performed 'The Good Cock' and Roddy McDevitt danced provocatively and rudely in front of them, as though by dancing rudely in front of them they wouldn't hear the very rude words. I told my mother she isn't permitted to read this collection but I doubt it matters now. 

Tim Wells

My great poetry comrade Tim Wells chose to perform  'Eyes like Woodlice' a poem I used to do for gigs with Tim in my earliest years. Xavier Leret read a gentle piece I wrote during the process of writing Springfield Road about finding my father's grave, a quiet poem titled 'I Found My Father'.The brilliant comedy actress Karen Hayley picked the wings off butterflies with 'Papillion Auschwitz' 
Salena Godden, Michael Curran, Karen Hayley

Rachel Rose Reid did unspeakable things to love! Rachael's version of 'I Want Love' was surreal, such filth, I have never heard her even swear before. And Amah-Rose McKnight-Abrams took us on a one night stand in'Viva Las Vegas'

Rachel Rose Reid

Amah Rose McKnight

And then out of the blue the special surprise guest of honour appeared to perform one of the earliest poems in this collection - Here is a 3min clip of 'Stubble' read by the legendary Jock Scot 


It was a magic magic night... 
Thank you to Kevin Richards for spinning the tunes too! I am utterly blown away. Thank you to all BCBoutique friends and family and my mums and my partner Richard Cripps and thank you to my baby sister Jo-Ann, who headlined and ended the night by rocking us all with her kick ass singalong version of ‘WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS!'  

"Every launch party should end with We are The Champions" tweeted Daniel Cockrill the next morning and I must say I wholeheartedly agree!

Tim Wells & Emma Tornero singing...

Daniel Cockrill 'we are the champions'
Sally Dunbar,  Kelly Anne Davitt & Dickie Godden

Since the party this week a beautiful piece about friendship and Soho and the 'Fishing In The Aftermath' launch was published here with thanks to author Kirsty Allison

Kirsty Allison & Salena Godden Gif

Also Gevi Carver wrote this: "Anyone who has ever felt frustrated that literature does not speak to them, or that politicians do not represent them, or that to have a relationship with another human being is incredible, cannot help but have their spirits lifted by this collection. It is joyous to read, at times angry, at times tender, always driven by the most compelling of personalities. And for anyone aspiring as a writer, may Godden’s sign-off in ‘A Letter to a Young Poet’ ring true – “keep the ink wet and keep it burning.” Opus Independents Review: HERE

Last weekend I performed at Latitude Festival and bumped into the wonderful Lemn Sissay

Are you at any festivals? Come find me reading here...

July 24th 
Port Eliot / Way With Weirds, Cornwall

August 1st 
Wilderness Festival / Bookslam & Unbound

August 15th-16th 
Festival No. 6 / Portmeirion, Wales

Lastly, something for your ears - On Friday I joined Chris Redmond of Tongue Fu on The Dojo, the home of spoken word and poetry on Soho Radio.  We talked about poetry, past and present, and the collection ‘Fishing In The Aftermath Poems 1994-2014’ I read some poems from the new book and shared music from my archives,  from  Coldcut and SaltPeter. You can find this programme on mixcloud. I have also added some more archives to my mixcloud here too http://www.mixcloud.com/salenagodden

 "Everyone should at some point in their lives read Salena Godden’s book. There are stories and poems in there that will follow you into sleep and dreams. Check the Burning Eye website for copies.” 

"Great delivery from @BurningEyeBooks today. The woman who lit the path for us @salenagodden ‪#‎fishingintheaftermath‬"

'I learn to tell the difference 
between war planes 
and rolling thunder.'