Programme for 2014
CB1 Poetry continues at The Boathouse on the fourth Thursday of the month, and we have a fantastic programme lined up for 2014:
Thursday 23rd January 2014 -- Emma Danes, Rebecca Watts and Adam Crothers plus open mic floor spots -- The Boathouse, 8.15pm, £5/£4
Thursday 27th February 2014 -- Sarah Howe and Fran Lock plus open mic floor spots -- The Boathouse, 8pm, £5/£4
Thursday 27th March 2014 -- Ann Drysdale and Caroline Gilfillan plus open mic floor spots -- Royal Cambridge Hotel, 8pm, £5/£4
Thursday 24th April 2014 -- Tara Bergin and Julith Jedamus plus open mic floor spots -- The Boathouse, 8pm, £5/£4
Thursday 22nd May 2014 -- Emily Berry plus open mic floor spots -- The Boathouse, 8pm, £5/£4
Thursday 26th June 2014 -- Michael O'Neill plus open mic floor spots -- The Boathouse, 8pm, £5/£4
Thursday 26th June -- Michael O'Neill
Michael O'Neill was born in Aldershot in 1953 and moved to Liverpool in 1960. He read English at Exeter College, Oxford. Since 1979 he has lectured in English at Durham University, where he is a Professor of English and currently an Assistant Director of the Centre for Poetry and Poetics. He co-founded and co-edited Poetry Durham from 1982 to 1994.
'O'Neill favours the shorter lyric. His poems often start from the observed detail and then move into larger meditations. These are then pulled back from abstraction by O'Neill's concern that we don't lose sight of the Other that is the origin of the poem in the first space. If this sometimes makes the poems a little held within their own grasp, it also makes them deeply tender.' Ian Pople, The North
His recent critical books include, as co-author (with Michael D. Hurley), Poetic Form: An Introduction (Cambridge University Press, 2012). He received an Eric Gregory Award in 1983 for his poetry and a Cholmondeley Award for Poets in 1990. His two previous collections of poems are The Stripped Bed (Collins Harvill, 1990) and Wheel (Arc, 2008).
Thursday 26th June, The Boathouse, Open Mic floor spots, books for sale. Doors 7.30, readings 8pm. Tickets on the door only, £5/£4.
That saturnine, mercurial Irishman would sit in bars and scribble lines on beer-mats, not bothering tra-la to scan mechanically or fret about his rhymes. His ear pitch-perfect, he would dive into the flux with gusto and delight in revelations of the cave while ironizing Plato’s radiant light. Who else comes close to coming close to showing what a lyric might amount to, a miracle of freedom you can parse, elegance topped by sprezzatura? Who else can match his dash or darkness? Before Charon sticks his oar in (‘if you want to die’), I’d wish to praise his maker with words tricked into place like a cab that finds its destination in a room that holds reflected doubles, or like minds kindling a shared thought into flame.