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I grew up in Manchester and went to a convent-run primary school in New Moston before attending grammar school in Prestwich. (This was back in the bleeding dark ages.) Then went to a convent-run sixth form college (a theme emerges) in Moss Side. It was following this that I began to study sculpture, painting and printmaking. I continued at Manchester School of Art before taking a degree at what was then Leeds Polytechnic, graduating in (prehistoric) 1986. I very nearly became a studio assistant to Georg Baselitz in Schloss Derneburg (good anecdote, eh?). I subsequently destroyed all my art work, and began to focus upon my writing. I sometimes wonder if that was a mistake.
After a brief attempt to train as an art teacher in Didsbury, I began work in a variety of crappy jobs: insurance clerk, an administrator in a haematology department, a data manager in an oncology department, an information designer in public transport, and then moved in to design.
I was living in Barlow Moor Road in a room about 4 foot square. My neighbour was a transvestite photographer on the club scene and used to dye the shared bathroom red when he did his hair. Our other neighbour bought lots of meat and stored it in his Belling Cooker, which was broken, and kept it till it rotted and stank the fourth floor out. It was so damp in my room I grew mushrooms in my wardrobe. I met Jen, now my wife, who dusted me down and made me go and get some real work, and we ended up living here in Andy's flat. Then we bought a flat here in Egerton Road.
I worked as Design Manager for the British Council for a couple of years, and sat on the Council of the Chartered Society of Designers before embarking (irrevocably it seems) on a publishing career, we left Manchester and I (eventually) ended up as Press Production Director at Cambridge University Press. I left to concentrate on writing and literary publishing in 2002.
My poetry began appearing in journals throughout the 1990s including The Age, Jacket, Magma, Poetry London, Poetry Review, Poetry Wales, PN Review, Quid and The Rialto. I was anthologised in New Writing 8 in 1999. A pamphlet, The Cutting Room, was published by Barque Press in 2000. A first full-length poetry collection, Dr. Mephisto, was published by Arc Publications in 2002. I've travelled to perform my work in the USA and Australia.
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A new collection of poetry, Radio Nostalgia, was published by Arc Publications in 2006. You can read a review of it here Stride Magazine.
My poetry has been (wait for it) characterised by a “dystopian vision of the world, the use of varied personae, an exuberant vocabulary, black humour and dramatic changes in register and tone.” Some say my work can shift between mainstream poetics and wild experimentation, often combining both within a single volume. My central themes have been the incongruousness of moral experience within modern society (often looking at our experience of violence), the collapse or eradication of identity, and non-spiritual or secular redemption.
I think my new work is now taking a drastically different direction, and I want to develop a new audience with writing which is more transparent, open and playful in its use of language, but hopefully more subversive in its art. You'll have to let me know if I succeed.
I'm also the author of a writers’ guide on publishing and marketing poetry, 101 Ways to Make Poems Sell.
Working as Chris Hamilton-Emery, I'm now a Director of Salt Publishing an independent literary press based in Cambridge, England. I was awarded an American Book Award in 2006 for services to American literature. I live in Great Wilbraham with my wife, Jen, and three children (Callum, Kirsty and Cameron), three guinea pigs, a hamster, and a big lazy dog.
I help run a few blogs over on the Salt Web: Office Life and Confidential, Check them out for news on the publishing life.
I'm working on two new poetry collections, Boy's Town and Speaking Rooms and a little children's book, currently called The Storm Wolf. I'll be posting some work in progress on my blog, so do check it out!
As well as working with Salt, I run two other businesses, a publishing consultancy, imaginatively called Chris Hamilton-Emery Publishing Services, and a trade-focused cover design business called The Cover Factory.
I sit on the Board of the Independent Publishers Guild and have just gone on to the Board of Planet Poetry, an organisation dedicated to supporting and developing Apples & Snakes, The Poetry Book Society, The Poetry School, and The Poetry Society.
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27 Eki 2009 15:31
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21 Eki 2009 20:36
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare;
Sea, country and works scent the air;
A multitude of monuments,
Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls;
The remnants of defensive walls;
Historic buildings are a gauge
Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields;
Estuaries guarded by shields;
Long sandy beaches and wide scenes;
Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees,
Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries,
And crossed by practical delights -
Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham;
Football kits ad infinitum;
Kept castles - one for study;
Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way,
It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
(C) David Franks 2003
25 Eyl 2009 06:46
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18 Tem 2009 19:50
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
(C) David Franks 2003
17 Tem 2009 10:23
We hope you can make it!
6 Tem 2009 23:44
1 Tem 2009 10:15
We hope you can make it!
11 Haz 2009 20:25
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18 May 2009 22:18
15 May 2009 06:43
14 May 2009 10:47
Just wanted to let you know, my experimental crime novella, “About Someone” is available to read for free on my website.
Just click here.
Read it. It’s brilliant.
Frank
12 May 2009 02:24
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18 Nis 2009 21:48
18 Nis 2009 10:12
hope you feel less stressed soon, and hurrah for IT being sorted at least, best to you and jen, a
15 Nis 2009 17:49
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse
(please see my blog):
WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north,
From a place in Sydney to Cairns;
Then to Kuranda I went forth,
By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market,
With fresh fruits of tropical kind;
Walked to the creek through lush thicket -
Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe;
Then, outside, as I wrote for yen,
Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey,
You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know -
Assured voices, elderly men.
That’s now several years ago,
And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
(C) David Franks 2003
12 Nis 2009 06:58
Kevin
10 Nis 2009 18:50
Ich wünsche Euch ein schönes Osterfest und ein paar ruhige Feiertage.
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8 Nis 2009 23:36
6 Nis 2009 10:12
...novel published at last!
Kevin
30 Mar 2009 08:02
Hats off to a grey, Pennine, Monday morning, but hopefully a fruitful week ahead...
Kevin
25 Mar 2009 02:06
Hommage à François Rouan
les 4 avril et 2 mai 2009
renseignements pratiques:
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3 Mar 2009 04:24
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