Ted Hughes,Dylan Thomas,T.S.Eliot,Basil Bunting,Pablo Neruda,Paul Celan,Tomas Transtromer,Vasko Popa,Misolov Holub,Charles Olson,Walt Whitman,Emily Dickinson,Frank O'Hara,Yeats,Seamus Heaney,Medbh McGuckian,Paul Muldoon,Jorie Graham,Tom Pickard,Sylvia Plath,John Burnside,Peter Redgrove,Penelope Shuttle,Elizabth Bishop,Beckett,Hopkins,Carol Ann Duffy,Angela Carter,Shakespeare,Joyce, Yeats, John Clare and many more...these are just the poets of the top of my head!
About me: 'Andraste's Hair' is out now from Salt Publishing.
It has been shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best First Collection.
For more info on the prize, views and details on other Salt nominees Melanie Challenger and Luke Kennard see
http://saltforwardprizeshortlist.blogspot.com
I've published a shorter length collection 'Feeding Fire' in 2001 and it received an Eric Gregory Award in 2002. I'm based in Liverpool and work in the community as a poet.
I've a website with more info on that side of my work www.eleanorrees.com also have a look at www.saltpublishing.com for more details on my book.
'an ambitious,experimental voice,vibrantly charged with the energy of city life.' Carol Ann Duffy
'Eleanor Rees comes from 'over the water', and her poems seem to issue from a lyric country where they do things differently.Instinctive,elemental,limber and ready for anything, they twist and coil marvellously between inner and outer worlds, never resting for long in either, always beguiling or unsettling the reader.' Paul Farley
Poems with a delicate, off-kilter feel that can suddenly flame into a passionate declaration or a piercing insight.”
“These are poems committed to the here and now that reveal it to be a dense, haunted place, full of unsolved memories and unrequited desires.”
“Eleanor Rees is above all a lyrical poet, connecting ideas through an intuitive music. Her work deals with the emotions and forces that fuel reality, in poems that make a kind of complex, graceful balancing act out of instinct and bewilderment “
-Keith Jafrate, Spout Publications.
Who I'd like to meet: Poets, writers, artists, musicians, publishers. Makers of art....
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
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..?
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.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace -
2 of 230, walkaboutsverse.741.com: 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.
Just wanted to let you know that we are playing in the Barfly, Liverpool on 5th October.
Its our first night in the Barfly and the gig is in the Bar itself. Entry is normally £5, but if you click the image below, you can go and download a flyer to get entry for £3! Good eh??!!
Our stage time is about 9, but dont hold us to it!!
Hey Up Elea, just a comment - will write properly later. Love to Siobhan and Dave and all at Windows. Zambia is amazing and I'm learning loads.Have I got any workshops for December yet? ;>xxx
Hello, honoured to be your first friend!
Hows things? - I can't believe I had to go back to work, though I suppose it had to happen at some point.
Shall see you on Thursday for pin ups xxx
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