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Atlantic Launch Photos

Thank you to everyone who helped to launch Atlantic on the evening of 23rd July!

It was hot as blazes in the basement of the Poetry Cafe, but the room was packed despite the heat, with about 40 people (or however many can fit into that basement, including people sitting up the stairs…)

It was a pleasure to share the stage with poet Bill Trubb, whose book All Men are Afraid also came out with Cinnamon Press recently.

The reason the night was extra-special for me was the presence of my mom Kathy, my Aunt Debbie and Aunt Robin, and Uncle Ed, all of whom happened to be on tour through Europe and the UK this month, with their ‘London day’ happening to fall on the 23rd. Though I always miss friends and family who are not able to attend, it was amazing to be surrounded by so many beloved friends and family members from both sides of the Atlantic!

I’m especially pleased to have photos by the talented Marcos Avlonitis, whom I recommend to all in need of a photographer.

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Introducing the book.

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Our table of publications!

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Cinnamon’s lovely Editor, Jan, introducing Bill’s book and mine.

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A happy poetry fan & friend of Bill’s.

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Reading (and talking with my hands.)

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My aunt Robin, mom Kathy, & uncle Ed.

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Bill sharing a lovely reading.

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Debbie, Robin, Kathy & Ed – special guests from Rhode Island

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So glad my mom could be there!

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One of the best parts – signing.

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Cassie looks through the books for sale.

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Two of my favourite ladies: Cassie & my mom finally meet.

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Our dear friend Dr Paul Craddock

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The first launch my mom’s been able to be here for.

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A couple of poets goofing around.

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My mom: first editor & best reader.

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Friends Patricia & Paul get to meet my family too!

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A quiet moment.

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Richard & Robin chatting.

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So pleased this reader feels that my family-themed poems hold universally-relatable emotions!

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‘Lobstah!’ ‘No, crayfish!’

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My mom & aunt get to meet Giskin Day, friend & mentor.

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Excellent poet himself

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So many special people here all together! Giskin, Paul, Ed, Robin, Debbie, Patricia, Kathy, me, Richard, Sarah, Lorraine

Double the Stars Now Available

Cover art by Cassie Herschel-Shorland.

********Sparkly celebratory cake******** Cover art by Cassie Herschel-Shorland.

It’s probably possible to not pun with astronomy, but I’m going to go ahead and say it:

I’m over the moon to announce that my debut novel, Double the Stars, is now available from Cinnamon Press! 

We’re officially launching the novel in September, in order to coincide with some exciting events. But, if you can’t resist reading it sooner, please do save those dates, and help me celebrate! I especially hope to see the many friends (if they live in the UK) who have been so supportive when hearing me talk about this book for the past six years or so…

Double the Stars will enjoy a ‘Double’ launch:

Bath & London

London:

The Royal Observatory Greenwich, Octagon Room, Flamsteed House. Sunday, 28th Sept, 2pm. 

 

Bath: As part of the Jane Austen Festival!

Wednesday, 17th September, 5:30pm, at the Herschel Museum of Astronomy.

I will also be giving a reading and running a creative writing workshop on the 18th.

 

Several curious readers have said, ‘Wait, what? A novel? I thought you had another poetry book coming out!’ This is true. It’s a very unusual year. I expect there will never be another like it.

Cinnamon Press took on my poetry collection, Atlantic, for publication three years ago. We knew it wouldn’t come out until 2014, because of the list of books Cinnamon had already taken on for publication. This isn’t an unusual waiting time. Though Cinnamon Press took the manuscript on as it was three years ago, this past January, I spent a lot of time revising and editing Atlantic so it would be a book I am pleased to publish now. Please do join us for the launch of Atlantic on 23 July: details here.

Writers will appreciate that their work must evolve along with them, and if one’s writing doesn’t keep up with one’s thoughts and feelings, there can be a great deal of dissonance between the book that is published and how one feels as a writer. I was intimidated by, but also glad for, the editorial opportunity offered by Cinnamon Press.

As for the novel, Double the Stars has been in the works since I moved to Greenwich/Blackheath back in 2008. Learning about Caroline Herschel – I first heard about her at the Royal Observatory, Greenwich – and immersing myself in research both in the NMM Caird Library and at the Whipple Museum of the History of Science in Cambridge, helped me begin to feel at home in the neighbourhood, in London, and in the UK. I feel that Caroline’s story (the tale of a young woman tossed from Hanover into the confusion of Bath, London, and Windsor,) somehow became my own story; that, as the years passed and I learned more about her, whilst living out my twenties, my story became hers.

In the midst of this, a serendipitous thing happened: I met John Herschel-Shorland, the direct descendant of William Herschel (Caroline’s brother,) and his son William Herschel-Shorland. William introduced me to his sister Cassie – who happened to live down the road! I’m honoured to say that Cassie and I have become dear friends, and Cassie has made the hand-crafted paper-cut which is the cover design of the novel.

The novel has been through at least five or six drafts, and at least three complete re-writes, where I scrapped it and began again (though each new draft built on those previous drafts). I keep looking at the book in disbelief, holding it up to other novels on my bookshelf…gosh. A novel. Really? Amazing!

On Goals: I made it a goal to publish a novel before I turned 30. I’m 29 (my birthday is in January). I find it especially rewarding and encouraging to set myself goals, and to work out how to make them happen in the healthiest way – a constant juggling act that I don’t always achieve. It’s probably the most-said thing about writing, but if you want to be a writer, you have to write – and I am grateful and conscious of how generous life has been, to unfold in a way that allows me to, almost exclusively, write.

I also constantly make choices that make writing a priority, though some hard lessons have been learned about valuing friends, family, and relationships above all. I used to focus on the (hell-bent) motto, ‘sacrifice everything to writing’ of Hughes and Plath. Don’t. Don’t sacrifice everything.

Above all, maintain yourself, your well-being, and a balanced perspective. I intend to slow down a bit now, but some people will laugh at that. We’ll see what it means. I’m spending my summer writing up an MSc dissertation…hmm…

Dear reader, I hope you read, and enjoy, these books.

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A novel!

23 July: Atlantic Launch

Join us at the Poetry Cafe on 23rd July, 7pm, to launch Atlantic, published by Cinnamon Press.

This collection has formed over the past eight years: indeed, as I was finishing my first collection, Darwin’s Microscopein 2007, the earliest poems which would find their way into Atlantic were beginning to take shape.

This is my most intimate collection of poetry, not based upon history of science (as with Darwin’s Microscope,) or history of medicine (as with Opera di Cera and Pocket Horizon,) but upon personal history. It is, I suppose, the poetry of my twenties, though I hope it is more nuanced and wise than that may imply! It is a book of mourning and of transformation.

Atlantic is available now with Cinnamon Press, with beautiful cover art generously given by my friend Henrike Scholten, whose work I’m honoured to have gracing the book.

It would be lovely to see you at the launch of Atlantic.

Opera di Cera launch

kelleyswain:

I’m looking forward to seeing many friends and readers at tomorrow night’s book launch!

Originally posted on P.S: Poetry & Science:

Valley Press

Valley Press

Join us for the launch of Opera di Cera!

8th April, 7pm

The Horseshoe, Clerkenwell Close.

Click here for more information as well as the book.

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On Tuesday, I ran my annual poetry workshop for the Medical Humanities students at Imperial College London, led by Giskin Day. For part of the workshop, we applied the techniques used in Tom Phillips’ classic art book, ‘A Humument,’ to the Hippocratic Oath. I provided students with four versions of the Oath: a translation of the original, a version for nurses called the ‘Florence Nightingale Pledge,’ a modern version written in the 70s, and the ‘Affirmation’ that Imperial College London medical students will take once they graduate.

I’ve written previously (there and also here) about the amazing adaptability and resonance of applying ‘A Humument’ to Medical Humanities workshops. Students respond with an overwhelmingly positive level of enthusiasm to cutting out paper, marking up the texts, and teasing out words and phrases relevant to their experiences. They’ve given me permission to post their works below – and this was from about twenty minutes’ worth of ‘treatment’ time! I’ve selected some of the most colourful, but I want to thank all of the students for their marvellous contributions.

Tom Phillips would, I hope, be proud of the range of styles, and also the humour here:

Stunning styles.

Stunning styles.

Hilarious? Sad? Both?

Hilarious? Sad? Both?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Each student came up with her (or his) own metaphorical style and approach. The artwork some of them did in just a fifteen or twenty minutes!

The doctor.

The doctor.

Seeing through the wall.

Seeing through the wall.

 

Ships at sea.

Ships at sea.

It’s not only impressive, but incredibly heartening, to see which words students chose:

Colour-blocking.

Colour-blocking.

Lab coat and blood (intended). Green field of poppies (interpreted).

Lab coat and blood (intended). Green field of poppies (interpreted).

A 'wordle'.

A ‘wordle’.

Opera di Cera launch

Valley Press

Valley Press

Join us for the launch of Opera di Cera!

8th April, 7pm

The Horseshoe, Clerkenwell Close.

Click here for more information as well as the book.

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On 30th October, at Science Museum Lates, the contributors of Pocket Horizon will join with fellow poet Simon Barraclough for readings from our science-inspired books!

Neptune in your Pocket: Join the authors of Pocket Horizon and Neptune Blue for a reading of space-inspired poems, ranging from a servant’s wide-eyed view of a Grand Orrery to the disappointment of Pluto’s planetary demotion. Also get an intimate chance to see incredible objects from our astronomy collections that these poems touch on.

What could be better than hearing Lorraine Mariner read her poem about a Grand Orrery, but to do so whilst seeing one in motion? We’ll have objects from the Science Museum collections on display – so you can find out exactly what a Pocket Horizon is, and how it relates to our anthology…

Reading for Harvard Med School

Reading for Harvard Med School in London.

Reading for Harvard Med School in London.

Last Saturday, Dr Richard Barnett and I were honoured to be special guest speakers at a gala dinner at the Royal College of Physicians for the debut of the Global Clinical Scholars Research Training Program run by Harvard Medical School.

If this sounds like a lot to take on, we managed to fix on the metaphor ‘it’s like the UN, for doctors’.

And it is. 150 elite medics were gathered for a 3-day conference, from 8 in the morning until well into the night (the dinner ran until after 10pm,) plus homework, and almost everyone had jet-lag, having flown in for the conference from various exotic destinations around the globe. Taking all of this into consideration, it was impressive that they were such a lively audience!

The conference is one of three throughout the year, and the rest of the GCSRT programme takes place online (the whole course runs for one year).

The programme makes international connections, and brings the top people working in medicine, from biostatistics to clinical writing, to the best up-and-coming doctors. So, it was a great pleasure to be invited to be a co-special-guest-speaker alongside Richard, who shared his  guest spot with me – rather than give an hour lecture, he spoke for 40 minutes on the global medical history of London, and I followed with a poetry reading, including ‘A Bedbug in Manhattan,’ which went down very well.

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Richard giving his lecture on ‘Medical London’.

We were delighted to attend, the night before, the ‘speakers’ dinner,’ (where I learned what a Duck Press is,) and to meet the amazing team of doctors running the programme. It was one of those situations where you meet a person, have dinner with them (twice,) and they are utterly friendly, ‘normal,’ and welcoming, and you act as equals, and then the next day you hear them ‘announced’ at this grand dinner and realise they are the leading medic in (insert field of choice here) and have been for the last (longer than I’ve been alive).

I feel very fortunate to have made these connections, and to have been part of the launch of the GCSRT.

It was particularly fun when, after my reading, one medic (from Sweden, I think,) came up and told me she had my book Darwin’s Microscope. Someone had given it to her as a gift, thinking it was suitably scientific…What do you know!

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Ambergris & ‘Inklings’

Tasha's 'Scenterpiece' of pure ambergris in a glass 'scent chamber,' print (to the left,) and the Humboldt giant squid beak in antique model ship cabinet to the right.

Tasha’s ‘Scenterpiece’ of pure ambergris in a glass ‘scent chamber,’ print (to the left,) and the Humboldt giant squid beak in antique model ship cabinet to the right.

Yesterday was one of those days that reminds me exactly why I love London. Having had the good fortune to learn about the last few days of an exhibition on ambergris by AVM Curiosities, founded in 2011 by food historian Tasha Marks and hosted by the Herrick Gallery, 1 French Place, E1, I hastily made an arrangement with Gallery owner Alice Herrick to see it (the exhibit closes today).

The substance ambergris has fascinated me since I studied Moby-Dick, first in my final year of my English BA, and the following summer when I completed an essay on the history of cetology in Moby-Dick and the writings of naturalists Scoresby, Bennet and Beale, as a student at the Munson Institute for Maritime Studies at the Mystic Seaport, CT.

So, literarily and historically, ambergris has intrigued me, but I’ve never had the chance to see it. ‘Ambergris,’ Tasha’s exhibit, allowed me to not only see it, but to smell and even taste it! (I haven’t actually tasted it yet because the ‘ambergris lozenges’ I bought, I’m saving to share with my poetry group, to whom I gave an impromptu lecture on ambergris some time ago. Happily the information I told them was confirmed accurate when I saw Tasha’s exhibit, so I’m glad I’ve got my marine biology straight.)

The Herrick Gallery is a small, beautiful space, and I had a lovely time chatting with the curator, Alice. I’m impressed by what they do with the space. For Tasha’s exhibit, the walls were painted a muted, elegant pale grey, displaying to perfection the centrepiece – a big chunk of ambergris in a tall glass jar. Guests were invited to lift the top off of and inhale the unique scent, which I did three or four times throughout my visit. This was called the ‘scenterpiece’ and the ambergris was on loan from an anonymous donor, whom I learned used to work in the perfume industry. This mysterious lump of organic matter, worth its weight in gold (or perhaps more) was going back to its owner shortly. Ambergris is a scent fixative: it makes scent stick to our skin – so it is used in the finest perfumes, hence its great value.

Ambergris-infused Lozenges that I'm planning to share and am very curious to taste.

Ambergris-infused Lozenges that I’m planning to share and am very curious to taste.

‘Ambergris’ the exhibit also displayed two beautiful prints of cephalopods, a pomander locket with ambergris inside, two wet specimens – one an octopus, one a squid – in glass jars, the suspended beak of a Humboldt squid in an antique model ship cabinet, and edible oceanic prints of antique etchings of cephalopods and cetaceans. Yes, it was all as magnificent as it sounds. The exhibit was small, but perfectly formed, all of the work created by Tasha, from the edible art to the prints to the specimens.

In case you’re still wondering just what ambergris is, I tend to explain it first with an analogy. You know how a pearl comes from a tiny piece of grit or sand that gets into the soft part of an oyster, and the irritation of this grit actually causes the oyster to throw over layer after layer of nacre to soften and ‘wrap’ the irritant? Or how gallstones  form in the human stomach – not quite the same as a pearl, but similarly a hard ‘stone’ ‘growing’ inside the gut of an animal?

Ambergris is like the pearl of a whale, or the gallstone of a whale, and only a sperm whale at that. Why? Because sperm whales are the only cetaceans who will take on giant squid. The only hard part of a cephalopod (‘head’ = ‘cepha’ | ‘foot’ = ‘poda’) is the beak. Inside the long head, if you splayed out all the arms and tentacles (those aren’t the same thing, by the way,) you would find, at the centre of the beast, a beak much like a parrot’s, made of hard, hard keratin, the stuff our fingernails and hair is made from. Within the beak is a radula, a gyrating scraping tongue (like a cat’s, but more like a razor,) that grinds up the flesh of its prey (fish, mostly, but sometimes other squid). So, when a sperm whale ingests squid, it can’t happily digest the beak.

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Sarah Westcott reading from her debut poetry pamphlet ‘Inklings,’ Flipped Eye Publishing.

Tasha’s exhibition explained that a small proportion of sperm whales have an intestinal defect which causes a reaction to the squid beaks, and this is what throws layers of organic matter over the hard object to effectively ‘wrap’ it up. And this, my friends, is ambergris. I have no idea how anyone could know that it comes from an intestinal defect in a whale (‘I’m sorry, is this sandwich cephalopod-free?’) rather than just a normal whale…not to say she’s wrong, as she’s clearly done more research on this than I have. (I guess through dissecting dead whales and finding ambergris in whales with a noticeable defect.)

Ambergris, which is understandably extremely rare, is mostly found either washed up on the beach, or within a dead whale (back in the days of the whaling industry and probably, horribly, still in China,it would have been more actively sought – though I think most of the species of whale they are ‘collecting for scientific research’ in China wouldn’t be sperm whales).

All in all a fascinating hour, and I’m sorry the exhibit isn’t on for longer (or that I didn’t know about it sooner!). I’ll look forward to seeing more work from Tasha and from the Herrick Gallery.

After my ambergris-infused visit, I went up to Portobello Road for Sarah Westcott’s reading from her debut poetry pamphlet, ‘Inklings,’ produced beautifully by Flipped Eye Publishing. I’m really proud of Sarah, one of the Nevada Street Poets, and it was a pleasure to hear so many poems that had been thorough our workshop. ‘Inklings’ was a Venture Award Finalist, and is part of Flipped Eye’s ‘flap series’ (number 6). Sarah’s poems are rich with organic experience and exhibit a sensitivity down to the quiver of an eyelash, the pollen on a flower, or the electricity of bats in the air. I highly recommend it, and I know she’s planning more readings soon…

A Literary Agent

You know how author photos are always about 20 years old? And then you meet the person and it's kind of odd? I'm trying to keep mine up to date.

It’s a great pleasure to say that I’m going to be working with literary agent Will Francis at Janklow & Nesbit.

Will has been reading drafts of ‘The Naked Muse,’ my memoir about being an artists’ model, and he invited me to the office in Notting Hill this morning to ‘discuss my literary ambitions’.

I’m absolutely delighted that I’ll be working with Will on ‘The Naked Muse’. I trust what he has to say, and I’m really interested in where, together, we can take the book.

We drank peppermint tea and, surrounded by beautiful hardcover books that Will has sold to prestigious publishing houses, we discussed my writing – whose it is like, where it can go, how it might fit, who would want to buy it, publish it, read it.

I went home with a few copies of the lovely hardcover books (a perk that hadn’t occurred to me – your agent gives you books!) and with a great sense of having moved on to the next stage in my literary career.

What a joy, and, it seems, the start of some very exciting things…

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