Had a delightful day joining some tea and some poetry and some typewriters.
Richard Caddel, a British poet, wrote the work Larksong Signal, was the subject of our review today. He dedicated the book of poems to his son who had died at the tragic age of nineteen. Sad as that thought was, Richard Caddels’ poems are light and inventive, often times using a poem’s form to impact the listener.
After some small technical difficulties, we started off with the works of reading, “Theme” which studies throstles, or thursh, at different points in the poet’s life.
The poet uses a theme to set up his poem about these “throstles” in his opening lines and then proceeds to explore, how different instances in his life can relate to his theme. It is easy for this critic to imagine how these little birds would have served as distraction for the poet at he was coping with the death of his son, Tom.
In a very primitive way, I made an effort to write in a similar style of poetry. By first using a quote that Elaina had offered up to me this morning (ig: @takeheart.makeart), I was able to compel the typewriter to make the following poem found on instagram:
Enjoying another sip of tea, it was time to enjoy some more of Richard Caddel’s poems. And for that, we brought our attention to the poem bearing the collection’s title, “Larksong Signal”. This poem, two quartets, has both a measured simplicity and abreadth of complexity in those two stanza.
The poet starts the poem with what seems to be a description of a spell. But as the poem unfolds into the next stanza, the poet makes it apparent that birds themselves are singers who know sounds that man doesn’t know. I took a moment to think about words that we hear, or voices, that bear no sound. While it is safe to say that we all here the voices, as can be gathered in the quote found in the second stanza, what’s daring is to speak them with the courage of a song and the fear that “dear life” depends on it.
I took a shot at the idea of this by bellowing some life into my typewritter with the following poem:
It was fun to be able to explore the idea of the air inside out lungs and after another sip of tea, we took for the next poem of Richard Cadel, “Sketch for a documentary on the soundbite generation”.
Truthfully, this poem arrived in poetry hour at a brilliant moment. I had just finished my short rant about the air and how clean it is and what a change it all has been, and so to open up to this poem and find buried in it the following treasure:
…moderation is the new Rock and Roll.Richard Caddel
The poet clearly sees this as sarcastic, if not ironic thing to say, “those were the days.” But truly, the changes in our current environmental conditions is not the work of moderation. The shifts in the environment have been from a pendulous swing from one extreme to the other. If only the poet wasn’t so correct in his analysis:
Hooray! Our species dominates!Richard Caddel
Again, I took a go at the idea of our generation, or atleast the rise of the coming one: GenZ. It is this poet’s hope that the poem conveys my hope for the future of the next generation:
Hopefully you will join us next time for another edition of Poetry Hour