Last two events in 2015.
Following our storming Carcanet New Poetries event in October, we a thrilled to present the brilliant Tiffany Atkinson and Matt Howard in November -- at CB2 as usual but on Thursday (26th) rather than Tuesday. Then we have a special event in partnership with Pivotal, The Cambridge Festival of Change. This time the event is at the nearby Espresso Library, East Road, on Sunday 6th December. It features the unmistakable and unmissable Mario Petrucci, and includes a screening of his short film Amazonia.
Thursday 26th November 2015
Tiffany Atkinson & Matt Howard
CB2 Café, Norfolk Street/East Road at 8pm. £4/5 on the door.
Sunday 6th December 2015
Mario Petrucci and film screening
Espresso Library, East Road at 7pm. £8.
in conjunction with Pivotal -- details here -- tickets from Eventbrite here
Tiffany Atkinson & Matt Howard
Tiffany Atkinson is the author of three poetry collections: Kink and Particle (Seren 2006), a Poetry Book Society Recommendation and winner of the Jerwood Aldeburgh First Collection Prize; Catulla et al (Bloodaxe 2011), which was shortlisted for the Wales Book of the Year prize; and So Many Moving Parts (Bloodaxe 2014), also a Poetry Book Society recommendation and shortlisted for the Wales Book of the Year Prize 2015.
'Thin-skinned, labile, multi-hued and engaging, these poems enact as much as they describe. They are speech in action... The poem... becomes an event' TLS
She is also very interested in the relationship between medicine and the humanities, and is currently working on a collection that explores people’s experiences of illness and treatment, for which she won the Medicine Unboxed Creative Prize in 2014. Having lived in Wales for many years, she recently moved to Norwich to take up a Chair in Poetry at the University of East Anglia.
'Atkinson's work is cleverly edgy and intimate, balancing the casual and the complex. The closeness and eroticism of love is explored and the quotidian imbued with layers of possible, plausible folklore' Roddy Lumsden
Matt Howard lives in Norwich, where he works for RSPB. Matt is also a steering group member of New Networks for Nature, an eco-organisation that asserts the central importance of landscape and nature in our cultural life.
'His individual poems are intricate and contemplative explorations of corporeality, of bodies in a threatened world. His particular fascination with real and mythic birds produces some of the stand-out poems' Michael Symmons Roberts
His debut pamphlet, The Organ Box, has recently been published by Eyewear Publishing. He was part of last year’s Aldeburgh 8 at the Aldeburgh Poetry Festival.
'Matt Howard writes with tenderness and grace, like a curator in white cotton gloves, placing objects in brightly lit cabinets.' Helen Ivory
Thursday 26th November, CB2 Café, Open Mic floor spots, books for sale. Doors 7.30, readings 8pm. Tickets on the door only, £5/£4.
being not sadness exactly, which as you know has slow, deep flesh like any large mammal and mostly lies close where you left it; while tears in themselves are amphibious, fickle, lunar, flash-in-the-pan, the watery double upsetting the dish. To wit, and filling out the usual forms, etc I am awash, and such a show of scales and iridescence. Don't ask - one might just as well weigh rainbow - and besides, I don't know. Nonetheless I hold the brimming thing to you, good grief, at our age, this clay bowl of minerals and all our common waters. This is what we're really made of. Drink.
GORILLA GORILLA GORILLA
For Guy For his moods, the schemes and theories behind each curious held gaze, the gasps and beating of his chest; for his hands, their absolute power and grace; every capture and release of sparrow or finch – unharmed, their flight intensified. For his obesity, each of his thirty-four stones, and his teeth, spoiled with melon, pineapple and dates, even punnets of strawberries, sent out of season. For his thirty one years and the necessary dentistry that killed him. For his dead weight in the deep freeze, his pelt in the tanning drum, the shrinkage of his skin and the beatitudes in his DNA; the silver of his back that would not stretch for the stitching. Guy on his haunches as full-mounted specimen. For all the incinerated viscera, the vanished waters of his eyes, their empty sockets; for the painted glass beads and the person who came by Circle Line to deliver them and everyone they reflect; the irises too brown, the too-perfect ring of each limbus.
New Season Venue
We have a new home for the Autumn 2015-Spring 2016 season. Events will be upstairs at the lovely CB2 Bistro Café on Norfolk Street, where there is plenty of room for us to swing a poet or two, and a great bar/café downstairs where you can get all manner of drinks, cakes and savoury delights. Here is our venue information page. Now, we realise there is a slight possibility of confusion, so to be clear... we are still called CB1 Poetry, but we are at CB2 Café, not at our origin/namesake of CB1 Café on Mill Road. Good to get that off our chest...