Wednesday 6 December 2023

KATE B HALL

 KATE B HALL


We were saddened to learn of the death of Kate B Hall on 29th November. She was a regular and welcome presence at many Dodo events over the years. Her fine poetry and ebullient warm personality will be sorely missed.

We are pleased to attach links to some of Kate’s Dodo performances, including contributions to online shows and a live event in London where she was a featured act. This performance on a warm spring afternoon marked the first of our afternoon residencies at the King and Queen pub, Foley St, W1. Until then we had put on evening shows. It was a happy occasion and Kate was in sparkling form with poems ranging from the personal to the political, just how we want to remember her.  I recently reread Irises, one of Kate’s collections of haiku. It remains a pleasure to revisit this lovely book.

Regards

Patric Cunnane

PR Murry

The obit below appears on the Haikupedia site. The editors say a longer piece is forthcoming.

Kate B Hall (born Kay Brenda Stephan, June 22, 1945, Amersham, Buckinghamshire, U.K.; died November 29, 2023), retired British artist and adult education tutor. She wrote poetry, haiku, reviews, and fiction and recently completed a creative writing MA degree. She published two haikai and tanka collections, Running for Nothing (2004) and Irises (2015). Her poetry collections The Story Is (2018) and Spell for Melting Ice (2021) were published by Bad Betty Press and she was working on a collection of short stories and other haiku and poetry collections just before her death. Her works appeared in StillBlithe Spirit, Time Haiku, Presence, and BHS members’ anthologies. Hall edited the BHS members’ anthology Root (2019). She was a member of the London Haiku Group and the British Haiku Society and served as BHS president (2016–2018). Hall resided in London. 

https://haikupedia.org/

Kate B. Hall reads at Virtual Dodo Modern Poets April 2020

https://youtu.be/8xm6zmxgBfI

Kate B. Hall at Virtual Dodo Modern Poets 2, June 2020

https://youtu.be/QB1NRkJdmwU

Kate B. Hall at Virtual Dodo Modern Poets 12 September 2020

https://youtu.be/aq1z6rJmkOk

Kate B.Hall part 1 dodo modern poets 24 may 2018 : The King & Queen, 1 Foley St, London, W1W 6DL

https://youtu.be/e98nVGPIPgI

Kate B.Hall part 2 dodo modern poets 24 may 2018 : The King & Queen, 1 Foley St, London, W1W 6DL

https://youtu.be/Q9Yj5fgSKzw



December 2023


Sunday 15 October 2023

A POETRY EXTRAVAGANZA – CELEBRATING EMILE SERCOMBE @ Ramsgate Fire station 22 September 2023

 CELEBRATING 


EMILE  SERCOMBE 


Poetry at Ramsgate Fire Station 


22 September 2023


The evening was a joyous occasion celebrating the life, poetry and art of Ramsgate-based Emile Sercombe.

All performers have a personal connection to Emile through his engagement with poetry events and organisations across many venues over the years. These include Apples and Snakes, Worthless Words, Tongue Circus, Dodo Modern Poets, Ragged Trousered Cabaret and Landing Place. He was the host of Eats ‘n’ Beats in Ramsgate.  The event shown here was organised by Multiverse Poets.

We recall his inspirational poetry as well as his knack for bringing people together. Emile involved everyone with his captivating performances and was able to connect with poets and audiences from a diverse spectrum. This event celebrated that and provided a platform to continue connecting with other poets and other poetry events.


The evening was hosted by Multiverse Poets.


Poets in order of appearance, introduced by Sarah Tait.  


PR Murry


Mark Holihan 


Paul Adams 


Patric Cunnane 


Simon Medhurst 


Dan Thompson 


Sarah Tait 


John Coops 


Derek Sellen


Richard Cooper 


Sue Johns


Luigi Marchini 


Gary Studley 


Bob Jones



 

 Intro by Sarah Tait followed by PR Murry


Mark Holihan


Paul Adams


Patric Cunnane


Simon Medhurst


Dan Thompson



Sarah Tait


John Coops


Derek Sellen


Richard Cooper


Sue Johns


Luigi Marchini


Gary Studley


Bob Jones

Wednesday 21 June 2023

REMEMBERING EMILE SERCOMBE

 

 

REMEMBERING EMILE SERCOMBE

 








Our dear friend Emile Sercombe died on 14th May 2023. Here we remember his friendship, his poetry and his art. Feel free to send us poems or comments about Emile and we will publish them as a separate post.

I met Emile in 1980 through London listings magazine Time Out – poets were invited to Worthless Words workshop in Kennington. There I encountered the finest performance poet I’ve seen. A poetry adventure began that would last over 40 years.

Worthless Words was formed by Emile and Pete Murry, now Dodo co-organiser.  We performed as a group, touring arts and community centres and supporting Roger McGough at a Croydon festival, in a show directed by Christine Eccles.  Performers included my sister Berni, Chris Cardale, reggae influenced Markus Jahn and 17-year old Mark Steel.

The eighties were a busy time. With Pete Murry and other union members I founded Ragged Trousered Cabaret, which staged benefits and shows for the labour movement. Emile performed in the first show, for Sutton Labour Party, and many subsequent events. We took shows to picket lines and to Snowdown Colliery during the miners’ strike. Emile also regularly performed for Apples and Snakes, founded by our friend Mandy Williams.

In 1984 Pete and I read at the St Ives Poetry Festival in Cornwall, invited by local poet and artist Bob Devereux. Emile came on our next visit. Bob and Emile immediately clicked – they were both artists and poets, both brilliant performers with a similar world view.

Audiences were amazed by Emile’s verbal and visual audacity, often combined  with home-made props. They watched spell bound as he constructed an unreliable chair which fell apart at the poem’s end; they ached at the comic tragedy of Brian and Terry, where an innocent night out results in a fiery finale in a pub;  they sighed for the fate of a worm eaten by a thrush. One of his potato poems used a humble spud to represent a cruise missile which explodes terrifyingly in a dustbin; in Kohinoor, the fabled jewel of the ages is shattered by a hammer; in Werewolf it turns out these sartorially sensitive creatures eat architects. Of course they do!

Emile was a brilliant writer. His poems are just as effective on the page as proved by collections Forty Best, God and His Mates and Worm Poems.

In 1989 Pete and I started Dodo Modern Poets, to provide a stage for new and established poets. Emile has been a regular performer ever since, appearing often at our London residencies, including the Poetry Cafe.

 We took Dodo to Laugharne in Wales where Dylan Thomas once lived. Emile, Berni and London-based Cornish poet Sue Johns joined me for a gig at the Cors Hotel.  The poets performed against a backdrop of French windows on a mild October night. Later, we joined Nick, the hotel’s owner, for drinks and a little weed. A fine mellow evening.

During the pandemic Pete suggested starting an online Dodo show. Emile contributed videos to many of these. Our latest show, Virtual Dodo Eleven, features two of his poems. These include the imagined reaction of a horrified T.S. Eliot when confronted by Tracey Emin’s bed in Margate’s Turner Contemporary.

I last shared a stage with Emile at the Canterbury Festival in October 2022, where Sue Johns and I staged an evening. Emile read Brian and Terry and a poem written on the spot, celebrating the festival. This was his party trick – writing something in the moment to read out loud. He did the same thing at our wedding reception when Ruth and I got married.

In 2013 Emile and his wife Berni moved to Ramsgate. The following year Ruth and I moved to Folkestone. We became neighbours by the sea.

Emile engaged enthusiastically with local poets, co-organising Eats n’ Beats in Ramsgate and appearing at the Landing Stage events at Turner Contemporary.

We last saw him at Berni and Emile’s house in May 2023.  We shared fizzy wine and cake and passed round the Worthless Words broadsheet. We mused about those poets we had once worked with. Where did the time go?

My beloved poet had become my beloved brother in law. For anyone starting a new poetry adventure look no further than the extraordinary works of Emile Sercombe.

 Patric Cunnane, June 2023

 

Here’s the poem Emile wrote on the spot at the Eleto Chocolate Cafe, Canterbury, 21 October 2022, during the Canterbury Festival.

 

POETRY AT ELETO

 

In this late Octobre when the trees in switch colour fold

and tempests drive leaves soaring into piles of gold

for kids  and dogs and spadgers to kick and dance in

 

Then from ilke hamlets of Kentenland and een

from oure capital do poets come to be seen

and share their joyful words at Eleto chocolate cafe

by Saint Thomas’s Cathedral of blessed memory

in Caunterbury

 

And especially from Mitcheham Sue Johns has comen

And Patric Cunnane hot foot from distant Folke-stone

Frank Crocker feted poet of Londone

and great wordsmiths Aisha Celestino and Luigi Marchini

who live in towne

 

Yes

Welcome all poets and brilliant audience alle

To our festivalle

But now no silence more

Let us beginne

HURRAH HURRAH HURRAH!

 

 

 

 

 EMILE AS ARTIST

 

Thanks to Berni Cunnane for permission to include extracts from the obituary  she wrote for The Guardian.

 

 

Emile was also a gifted artist and muralist under the name Steve Lobb, working in south east London’s community arts movement. Together With Carol Kenna he set up artists’ collective Greenwich Mural Workshop in 1975. Public murals included The People’s River on the Meridian estate in Greenwich, designed in consultation with tenants. Other large scale murals included one in Floyd Road, Charlton, celebrating a successful campaign against demolishing the street and another at Rathmore youth centre which featured Gaudi-style mosaic benches.

 

In 1983 the Greater London Council asked him to produce a Wind of Peace Mural for GLC Peace Year. The following year it commissioned People of Greenwich Unite Against Racism for its Anti Racism Year.

 

The murals graduated from paint to mosaics, including the Hitchcock mosaics at Leytonstone tube station and the Glyndon estate mosaics in Plumstead. The workshop also made scores of banners for unions and other community groups. It restored a banner for the International Brigade, British Battalion, that fought in the Spanish civil war.

 

In 2019 Steve and Carol were involved in creating For Walls With Tongues, an online project with a book that gathered together some of the oral history of street murals.

 

Steve regularly exhibited his paintings in Greenwich and after moving to Ramsgate in 2013 staged several exhibitions of his paintings and constructions at the Pie Factory gallery in Margate.

 

 

A SELECTION OF EMILE’S DODO  PERFORMANCES

Featured act, full set,  in Virtual Dodo Six, May 2021

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WlETmD47SC0&feature=youtu.be

 

Single poems in other virtual Dodos

Virtual Dodo 1 Brian and Terry

https://youtu.be/TkELJG04DFk

Virtual Dodo 2: Brian and Betty and the Plane to Spain

https://youtu.be/iO7RqVMO-JA

Virtual Dodo 3: The Lockdown Drop

https://youtu.be/6SZJJbZGLYk virtua dodo 3  

Virtual Dodo 4: Shenandoah

https://youtu.be/kKRgbSbRBoc

VD5 My Dad

https://youtu.be/huK6oYF2-AY

Virtual Dodo 7 - Chair - in the garden at Ramsgate

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8NBvFhgEMjU

LIVE  DODO SHOWS WITH EMILE AS FEATURED ACT

 

Poetry Cafe, London,  14 December 2013

 

https://youtu.be/UuLrLL-bZRo

 

 Poetry Cafe, London, first set, 21 February 2014

https://youtu.be/tcS9CrKfRJk

 

Poetry Cafe, London, second set, 21 February 2014

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jk6w4B-jlds

 

Poetry Cafe, London, first set, 17 July 2015

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DuJlsB1OhWQ

 

Poetry Cafe, London,  first set, 17 July 2015

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XUlr3htFJhY

 

King & Queen, London, first set, 27 April 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yk1jDAI6EWw

 

King & Queen, London, second set, 27 April 2017

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ziruiOUlux0

 

King & Queen, London, first set, 31 October 2019

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z_G638NeU4M

 

King & Queen, London, second set, 31 October 2019

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QUhlGjgwStQ

 

 link to Emile's CD below the performance links. It's a free download on Bandcamp

 

https://emilesercombe.bandcamp.com/album/21-performance-poems

 

Thursday 18 May 2023

VIRTUAL DODO 11

 WELCOME TO VIRTUAL DODO ELEVEN – MAY 2023

  

Welcome to the 11th virtual show from Dodo Modern Poets. This programme takes our tally to around 280 performances and contributions since launching in April 2020. We thank everyone who has contributed, enjoyed and supported the shows along the way.

 

While finalising this show we learned of the sad death of our dear and beloved friend Emile Sercombe, a brilliantly gifted poet, artist, muralist and teacher. Pete and I have known Emile since 1980. We met through London-based poetry workshop Worthless Words, a regular event set up by Emile, Pete and others.  A separate tribute will follow soon. Meanwhile we are delighted to include two poems by Emile in this show and poems by Pete and I dedicated to Emile.

 

The latest event begins with two exceptional featured acts, Camilla Reeve and Joseph Healy followed by open mic contributors.

 

CAMILLA REEVE 

Camilla Theresa Reeve (camilla_reeve@yahoo.co.uk) is a writer, independent publisher, and Trustee of the Cambrian Community Centre in Richmond. Her five poetry collections are Travels of a Spider, 2006, https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-History.html#Travel-Spider; Travelling East by Road and Soul, 2009 (from flipped eye publishing) https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-History.html#Travel-East; Raft of Puffins, 2016, https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-Nature.html#Raft-Puffins; Tales from Two Cities, 2018, https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-History.html#Tales-Cities; and What I Tell Myself At night, 2022, https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-Health.html#Tell-Myself.

 

Camilla is a long-standing member of the Wordshare Poets and She Voices writing groups and enjoys performing live. Her young adults futuristic fantasy, “The Cloud Singer”, 2016, https://palewellpress.co.uk/Books-Nature.html#Cloud-Singer, is about global warming and she is working on its sequel. In 2016, after 30 years in IT, she founded Palewell Press, an independent publisher focusing on books about Human Rights and the Environment. Many of the publisher’s 60 books were written by refugees. 

Palewell Press(http://www.palewellpress.co.uk) is a founding member of the Changing Wor(l)ds Network of cultural activist organisations supporting and  disseminating radically marginalised voices in literature. Together with Latefa Narriman Guemar, an Algerian-born Research Associate at the Centre for Migration, Refugees and Belonging, Camilla hosted ‘Homeland and Exile’ – biennial panel discussions at the Poetry Café, examining the refugee-exile experience through literature.

 

JOSEPH HEALY

I have been writing poetry since I was a teenager in Dublin, hugely influenced by the literary city where I grew up, where virtually every second person was a writer of some sort. In 1982/83 I organised the first poetry readings by openly gay poets in Ireland and toured the country encountering huge opposition and homophobia. The well-known poets John Hewitt and Eddie Linden were involved. I moved to London in 1984 and have been writing poetry since. I have been involved in my trade union as a shop steward and also as a leftwing political activist outside the Labour Party. As such my poetry deals with issues like Brexit and Covid but also with the imminent destruction of the planet. Irish history and landscape have also been a major theme in my poetry. I am a regular contributor to Dodo readings and have been involved for a number of years. Poetry has never been more necessary than now as an antidote to the grim unrelenting reaction of the society driven by short-term thinking that we live in. I am also a member of the Irish Literary Society.


Anti Capitalist Resistance 

https://anticapitalistresistance.org/

Left Unity

 https://leftunity.org/

  

We hope you enjoy the show and welcome your feedback.

 Best wishes,

Patric Cunnane

PR Murry

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SUE JOHNS

STUART LARNER

ZOLAN QUOBBLE

PR MURRY

JULIE STEVENS

MAX  FISHEL
FRANK CROCKER
CHRISTINE EALES
PAUL GANDER

WENDY YOUNG



TEXT

Emile Sercombe












T.S. Eliot Goes to the Doctor

 

Doctor doctor

what can I do for you my man?

I don’t feel

Don’t Fret my man

I’m just the same

it’s normal

I’m the urban spaceman buddy

There is nothing new here

except your mobile

 

Imagine our poet just last month maybe

perhaps despite him saying there is nothing

here in Margate

hears that there’s new art down by the strand

rises from the shelter by the toilet

and wanders over to the Turner and

despite its severe yet lightweight presentation

(“A greyish Russel and Bromley shoe box darling”

he’s said to have said to Nancy Astor)

enters the gallery through the opening glasses

politely accepts a programme but avoids the lift

“a servant vehicle” and carefully ascends the stairs

and turning takes the door that’s straight ahead

and guided by some whim or intuition enters

where amidst some precious Turners he

staggers as though stabbed

by the installation

of the artist

Tracey Emin

 

 

The bed she’d slept like a ravaged throne

tossed and twisted like some stormy sea

the coverlet puffed and rumpled

grey the sheets and stained so odorous

to take your breath away

whilst around in in array disorderly

amongst the flotsam lay diverse

scraps coloured tat and underclothes

I could go on but I could not

it was nothing? Was it not?

 

Yet do you know

As I left in haste and some distress

what I thought?

this abject stuff

who let it out?

Was it I that started all this mess?


February And The Poet In Margate Says There Is Nothing Here

 

Février est dur

bien sur

très dur

ah oui

 

Rien     rien

 

Says:

 

Oft then when on my couch I lie

in restless or in vacant mood no

blooms burst on my inward eye

only migrant daffodills

cut untimely from their beds and

stuck in jars

oblige

 

but

 

this month from Thanett a-comme in reveraunce

doubty gens of ilke race and classe

from rames-gat and herne baye

and alle hamlets in betweene and outer

(to Margate where was penned wastelande)

and lay sweete flowres in a shelter

 

And they to Dreamland go on helter skelter

bumper cars big wheel and dipper after

grow fat on fish and chips and alcho pops

dent the cars and fight the cops

unknowing some wordsmith geezer

at the shelter might find therein

or not

a metaphor for recent slaughter

 

But he turns his back on Dreamland

and cant believe his eyes

sees Tim Spall pretending

to be Turner on the sand

 

But they the others travel on to westward cross

a hard concrete place that’s unforgiving

where no cattle at the end of day

trudge homeward slowly o’er the lea

no jocund daffs do play no tugboat with tin trays

puffs by westminster bridge or children play

and where profit and loss and going to shops

is all the day

 

to see nothing no-one but talk infanticile

whilst the traffic comes and goes

sometimes fast but mostly slow

on the mobile

friends or lovers baby brothers

mothers bosses butcher baker candlemaker

soldier sailor friend or neighbour

safe from warmth or touch or smell or glance

safe from feeling

speaking into a black hole where where alls smooth and spun

where nowt gets in and nowt gets out


PR Murry

4 EMILE

Like a suspended blade

That has to descend

The news came,

And your name cannot now be called

So that you will hear.

Instead, it will be inscribed

On the certificates, the obituaries

And the programmes.

 

You were a wonderful man,

A man of many aspects

Shining out through many facets

Like a diamond.

Shining out through words and paint

Onto paper canvas and walls,

Giving generously to all and for all.

 

And those of us left behind,

Must try to continue to create as best we can,

With your memory in our minds.


Patric Cunnane


POETRY AT THE CORS HOTEL

 

For Emile

 

The poets perform-

French windows for a stage

Reading to a willing crew

As waitresses pass through

 

October in Laugharne

Where Dylan Thomas lived

The Cors Hotel a favourite place

To savour a gentle boozy pace

 

A new adventure begins

Down from London, these upstart bards

Set the night alight, with energy and words

 

Later, round the bar, pints are sunk

Weed passed round, job well done

 

Tomorrow they can see the sights-

Tonight they’ve set the world to rights

  

The visitors to Laugharne in October 1996 were Emile Sercombe, Berni Cunnane, Sue Johns and Patric Cunnane


Ann and Tony Pattison

Express steam train to Winchester
Written 1965

 

This is the engine that runs on the line
Driver and fireman to keep her on time
Guard blows his whistle and shuts the door
Open the regulator and let her roar!

 

Gleaming brass and shining green
Hissing steam, a sight to be seen
Pistons moving, crossheads gliding
Big ends revolving and coaches gliding

 

Over the points, there’s no waiting
Sixty-five and accelerating
Coal on the fire, steam up full
Running at 70 and still there’s plenty!

 

Eyes on the water gauge
Eyes on the oil gauge
Eyes on the air gauge
Eyes on the line!

Eyes on everything, running on time

Speeding through stations, nearing destination
Into the tunnel, smoke everywhere
Close up the window and hold your breath
Two minutes later, out into fresh air

 

Distant signal shows yellow
A touch on the brake
Gently we slow, and passengers wake
Cases reached for and tickets appear
Winchester City drawing near.

 

Station buildings can now be seen
Paintwork smart and windows clean
A little more brake and shut off steam
Quietly she enters, only seen

The perfect halt, an excellent driver
A minute for a rest, a very quick breather,

This is where we leave the train
Driver and fireman take her on again,

 

Guard blows his whistle, and she roars into life
The road is clear, the signal green
Hissing steam, a sight to be seen! 


Yan Li

Untitled



You are a daffodil by the lake.

I am a lotus in the mud.

No matter where we grow,

Wait till we bloom.

 

You are a hawk in a cage.

I am a cock in a shack.

No matter where we claw,

Loud you shriek I crow.

 

You are a phoenix in the sky.

I am a whale in the ocean.

No matter in air or water,

We love our space.

 

You are a soldier in battle.

I am an inmate in jail.

No matter where we are taken,

We long to be free.

 

But you are no soldier. Nor I inmate.

Nor phoenix. Nor whale, 

Nor hawk. Nor cock.

Nor lotus. Nor daffodil.

Just thoughts passing through.

 

Dumb in exile. 

A lost mother-tongue.

None of us talk.

Speak. We try. With hands.


John Hurley

COLLATERAL  DAMAGE

Rocked in Neptune's cradle

For her final hours

Now discarded on the beach

No mourners  friends  or flowers

 

Just another nameless person

A lifeless broken reed

Deposited like jetsom

Fleeing terror and mans greed

 

Some where this little body

A mothers arms did enfold

As a dodgy ferry foundered

Caused by owners lust for gold

 

It is called collateral damage

This child without a stain

She’s  like truth  another casualty

Hope the warlords can explain

 

Will fighters claim a victory?

Do they care who they betray?

Why do Gods mills grind so slowly

Does he listen when they pray?

 

Still the refugees cross water

Knowing its dangerous and wide

And we have a compassion by pass

To bodies washed up by the tide

 

We all came out of Africa

Is this just a repeat?

Has our meddling there caused havoc?

Or could it be the heat?

 

We have learned nothing from the past

If anything  wer’e madder

Still a case of blow you Jack

Let us pull up the ladder.

Kevin Morris

How Sweet and Sad Was the Bird.


How sweet and sad was the bird
I heard
As I stood at my open window.

When I go
To the pub to meet my friends,
We will pretend
That there is no end;
Or at least hide for a while
In the smile
Produced by drink,
Which makes men think
That all
This will last.

But I shall recollect the bird’s call
As I stood at my open window
And know
That all
That sings must pass.