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Dickens and Quips - Poetry Pod
by Dee DickensEach week, poet Dee Dickens discusses a collection of poetry, which is her favourite and introduces you to a Line To Make You Go Ooooh!. She also has a guest on to discuss what they have been up to, poetry and otherwise. Join her as she wanders round a world of poetry that isn't entirely populated by old, white men.
Copyright: © Dee Dickens
Episodes
12.5 Announcement
2m · PublishedHello everyone. As is said in the announcement, I have been quite unwell over the last few weeks, so am going to take a rest and go on hiatus until the new year.
Thank you so much for all your support so far, I am grateful to each and every one of you.
Have a great December and I will see you all in January.
Make good choices, write great poetry.
email: [email protected]
twitter: @dickensandquips
insta: @dickensandquips
Dee:
twitter: @thepontypoet
insta: @thepontypoet
facebook: facebook.com/deedickenswriter
12 Hannah Edge Collection Release Special!
1h 0m · PublishedWelcome to the twelfth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have a Hannah Edge special on the show and I shall be reading from her upcoming collection Those Days, These Days along with a bit of Anne Sexton.
You can preorder Hannah's ebook here and I will update these show notes when the paperback is available for preorder too!
Find Hannah at
observeandmuse_ehjee on Insta
@edge_hannah on twitter
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "Football" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
11 Connor Sansby and Hannah Lowe
1h 19m · PublishedWelcome to the eleventh episode of Dickens and Quips!
It is a bumper episode this week with some juicy language but it is well worth listening to us go down some amazing poetry rabbit holes.
This week we have Whisky and Beards own Connor Sansby on the show and I shall be reading from Chick by Hannah Lowe
Find Connor at Connor Sansby Wordstuff on Facebook
@whiskybeards on Insta
@whiskybeards on Twitter
Whisky and Beards Publishing on Facebook
Hannah Lowe can be found here
And on twitter @hannahlowepoet
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "all bears are gud boisl" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured collections:
Chick by Hannah Lowe
So You Want To Be a Writer by Charles Bukowski
10 Seterah Ebrahimi and Carrie Etter
36m · PublishedWelcome to the tenth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Seterah Ebrahimi on the show and I shall be reading from Imagined Sons by Carrie Etter
You can buy Seterah's pamphlet In My Arms here
You can buy Carrie Etter's Imagined Sons here
Carrie Etter can be found here twitter.com/carrie_etter
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "I wait and wonder" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured collections/poems:
Imagined Sons by Carrie Etter
Skeleton by Rosemary McLeish
Line that makes you go OOOOOH!
Imagined Sons 29: The Friend (Part 4)
“I press my lips to each letter of his name”
09 Dervla O'Brien and Joe Thomas
39m · PublishedWelcome to the ninth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Dervla O'Brien on the show and I shall be reading from Cake, Liberty and Other Inexplicable Phenomena by Joe Thomas
Find Dervla at
DervlaOBrien on Insta
DervlaOBrien on Twitter
The festival she was talking about is accepting proposals here
Joe Thomas can be found @Joefishthomas on twitter and insta and Joe Thomas Writer on Facebook
You can buy his book Here
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "sticky floors" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Thank you to Roger Waldron for your poem this week.
Invite
inviting me round
to talk overyour
world beating veggie lasagna
you apologise for the kitchen
carefuldon’t stick to the floor
we talk about
being married
that B&B in Scarborough
where they askedif we wanted
dessertwhich turned out
to be Pears in sticky Rice Pudding
you asked
if we’d ever be a pair
againyou asked if I would like
puddingaftersetc
I declined all 3careful not to stick
to your floorwondering
what makesyou think like that
Featured poets:
Paige Lewis
Sarah Kay
08 Kate North and Christina Thatcher
32m · PublishedWelcome to the eighth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Kate North on the show and I shall be reading from More Than You Were by Christina Thatcher.
Find Kate at Kate North, Author on Facebook
Website www.katenorth.co.uk
katetnorth on Twitter
Christina Thatcher can be found @writetoempower.
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "what does thinking mean?" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Thank you to Camille Brouard for your brilliant poem.
Featured collections:
07 Sven Stears and Janine Booth
48m · PublishedWelcome to the seventh episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Sven Stears on the show and I shall be reading from Mostly Hating Tories by Janine Booth.
Find Sven at Sven Stears on Facebook
Sven_Stears on Insta
SvenStears on Twitter
Janine Booth can be found here.
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "birds aren't real" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured collections:
The BreakBeat Poets
Mostly Hating Tories
Prompt for this week is Birds aren't real.
06 Mithago Craze and Roath Writers
27m · PublishedWelcome to the sixth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Mithago Craze on the show and I shall be reading from To The Sofa and Back Again by Roath Writers
Roath Writers are @roathwriters on Twitter.
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "Ball Gown" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured poems:
A Prayer Is a Beautiful Thing
-though some may see in it an echo
A palimpsest of other, broken beliefs.
They may see gold-plated faith or
trust misplaced in midnight
power long-gone
or worse,
corrupt.
My prayer-book is different
Mine are love-letters to hope,
Gratitude to libraries of humanity
A patronage.
I pray to poetry groups.
I pray to book clubs, dedicated
To slowing down
time,
To taking a seam ripper to the straight threads of sentences
and the curved loops of letters
and seeing how the garment was made
I pray for their patience.
I pray for their keen eyes,
Their strong hands flicking pages in
The dead of the night.
I congregate in the silence
Of the line-breaks
and indents,
And as the ministers preach
Meaning into every comma,
Depth into every unfinished
I sign my love-letter with a kiss
And find their words guide me,
Map my (spiritual or not) path to the
X
Dervla O'Brien
Changeling
Fairy child,
where did you come from?
Is there a kingdom that misses you?
Who is the child
in the court of the Fairies?
She wears your dresses and
spins around twirling
with the Queen of the Elven
as they dance with the moon.
Ancient eyed child,
who has seen and knows all,
your soul windows green
when the others have brown.
Your hair softly sea waves
while the others wear springs.
Their laughter like starlight,
your silence the dawn.
Changeling child,
who cries in the darkness,
you dream of the fairies,
the dancing and feasting
with creatures so
stunning, their brightness
blinds you. Unable to speak
to tell their story, you hide
behind smiles and eyes
older than time.
Outsider child,
whose sadness drowns hope
don’t you know it will change?
You will be the story,
the changeling who lived.
You will float down stairs
that are chandelier lit
in a boa of feathers.
Embracing your faeness,
you will sing out the twilight
and welcome the darkness,
twirling for the moon.
To know that something inside me is still alive
Dee Dickens
Both available in To The Sofa and Back Again by Roath Writers
05 Alice Gretton and Kayo Chingonyi
33m · PublishedWelcome to the fifth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Alice Gretton on the show and I shall be reading from Kumukunda by Kayo Chingonyi.
Find Alice at @jalicegretton on Twitter and @alicerosegretton on Insta You can also find her on Facebook @alicegrettonartist
Kayo Chingonyi is @kayochingonyi on Twitter.
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "beehive" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured poems:
OCD poem by Neil Hilborn
The first time I saw her,
Everything in my head went quiet.
All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared.
When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don't really get quiet moments.
Even in bed, I'm thinking:
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
Did I lock the doors? Yes.
Did I wash my hands? Yes.
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips..
Or the eyelash on her cheek-
the eyelash on her cheek-
the eyelash on her cheek.
I knew I had to talk to her.
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds.
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going.
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her..
But she loved it.
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day.
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk.
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times.
I'd always watch her mouth when she talked-
when she talked-
when she talked-
when she talked;
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges.
At night, she'd lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off... And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off.
She'd close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her.
But then... She said I was taking up too much of her time.
That I couldn't kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work...
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line...
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking...
And last week she started sleeping at her mother's place.
She told me that she shouldn't have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but...
How can it be a mistake that I don't have to wash my hands after I touch her?
Love is not a mistake, and it's killing me that she can run away from this and I just can't.
I can't go out and find someone new because I always think of her.
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin.
I see myself crushed by an endless succession of cars..
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on.
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel...
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe.
How she blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out candles-
blows out—….
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her.
I can't breathe because he only kisses her once—he doesn't care if it's perfect!
I want her back so bad...
I leave the door unlocked.
I leave the lights on.
Some Bright Elegance by Kayo Chingonyi
For the screwfaced in good shoes that paper
the walls of dance halls. I have little patience.
I say dance, not to be seen but to be free, your feet
are made for better things. Feel the bitterness
in you lift as it did for a six year old Bojangles
tapping a living out of Richmond beer gardens
to the delight of a crowd that wasn’t lynching
today but laughing at the quickness of the kid.
Throw yourself into the thick, emerging pure
reduced to flesh and bone, nerve and sinew.
Your folded arms understand music. Channel
a packed Savoy Ballroom and slide across
the dusty floor as your zoot-suited twenties
self, the feather in your hat from an Ostrich,
the swagger in your step from the ochre dust
of a West African village. Dance for the times
you’ve been stalked by store detectives
for a lady on a bus, for the look of disgust
on the face if a boy too young to understand
why he hates but only that he must. Dance
for Sammy, dead and penniless, and for the
thousands still scraping a buck as street corner
hoofers who, though they dance for their food,
move as if it is only them and the drums, talking.
Some Bright Eloquence by Dee Dickens
After Kayo Chingonyi
To the black girl sitting in the corner, surrounded by white friends, I see you. I see you wearing a weave that marks you as a fern among English roses
I was you.
This is for you.
You are beautiful as you are.
So, dance, without trying to ape the shapes of your contemporaries.
move as though the mothers of your mothers taught you what your body is for,
unashamed, unembarrassed, a vessel for the universe to play its music.
Let your arms embrace the sky as your feet absorb
the rhythm of the earth, spin with its axis.
I see you, worried about how you look, absorbing words likethiccso you can embrace rather confront the curves yourgrandmothers gave you.
I was you, starving myself so my breasts and backside wouldn’t show in a world that already sees us as inherently sexual,
Trying to make myself invisible.
You are perfect as you are.
So, eat, mango and papaya, and chicken your mates proclaim they’re too white for. Use your hands, and let the juices run down your smiling chin, pity laughing at the ones who have never chewed the meat from a pork chop bone.
Savour every bite of rice as wild as you are, know that it was sorted by hand to weed out imperfections.
I see you, struggling to accept your hair, using unguents and lotions and straighteners and perms.
I was you. Getting perm upon perm, killing my hair to look like the colonisers, anything to fit in, whatever you can to be unnoticed. Please don’t see me, please don’t hurt me, please don’t kill me.
You are faultless as you are.
So, get your hair cornrowed, feel the fingers of yourgrandmothers entwine their stories into your tresses, making them yours to pass along. Tell your stories to girl children who are struggling, make sure they understand, they are stunning as they are.
I hear you, your voice trembling as you claim your space in the world.
I was you, whispering into the void of my mirror, hairbrush microphone, falsetto with fear. Fear of being heard, fear of being noticed, fear of the ridicule that comes with breathing, fear of the pain of taking up room, fear of being here.
So, sing, let your soul resonate, release the pain, the joy, the sheer immediacy of being alive. Open yourself to be a conduit for the ancestors, let your song come from a choir of colour, let crowned black cranes burst fully formed from your chest.
To the black girl sitting in the corner, surrounded by white friends, I say this to you.
You are made for better things. Take them. Embrace them. Be them.
04 Claudia Volpe and Tyree Daye
28m · PublishedWelcome to the fourth episode of Dickens and Quips!
This week we have Claudia Volpe on the show and I shall be reading from River Hymns by Tyree Daye..
Find Claudia at Claudia Volpeon Facebook
@_claudnine_on Instagram
We are at
Twitter: @dickensandquips
Instagram: @dickensandquips
Email: [email protected]
Prompt for this week is "chicken" and you don't have to be an established poet to submit a poem.
Featured poems:
I Like It Like That
You turned the lights off
saying you like it like that
and I wonder
what’s there to like
if I don’t see what
I’m touching,
kissing,
holding,
if I don’t see where my skin ends and yours begins
and I can’t connect the dots on your stomach,
then how do I know
what’s my favourite constellation
to spot when we lay together
in this private garden
of pillows
and blankets
and more pillows because
you like it like that.
You said
You want your body on a soft cloud
to follow your head
all the times it goes up there
and doesn’t come down any more;
You said
it’s so far you can never reach it,
always an inch away from your grasp,
from your heart,
From all the do’s and the don’ts
And all the pros and cons lists you make -
Hanging around your room
because you like it like that.
You said
they remind you of every decision you had to face,
of what’s best for you
but hurting others;
and happiness has a price
sometimes -
But, darling -
I like it like that.
I say
I’m ready to pay any price
for your happiness
and your lists
and your clouded head
and the pillows where you rest your face at night
and the blankets we hide under
I say
Leave on all the lights,
Because I like it like that.
I say
I want to see the curve of your smile
Right before I hold your face,
kiss your freckles,
touch every single inch of you,
and make you
my everlasting supernova.
Claudia Volpe
She Tells Her Love
She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.
Robert Graves
Chicken and Bun
After Tyree Daye
“chop the chicken,
just so”.My auntie Veronica
said the bones added to
the flavour.
When she died, I
could only ever
picture her in
sundaygloves and hat.
Until I cooked her curry.
I remembered
the way the sun reflected
off the strands of hair
fighting to stay
in the tight bun at the nape
of her neck.
The way her hands
wafted steam from
burned sugar and tomato
towards us.
How much pepper
we needed,a whispered secret.
I remember her laugh
was a waterfall,
a river,
a splash of water on
hot oil.
Dee Dickens
River Hymns and more information about Tyree Daye
Prompt for this week is Fire Extinguisher
Dickens and Quips - Poetry Pod has 15 episodes in total of non- explicit content. Total playtime is 8:09:09. The language of the podcast is English. This podcast has been added on August 4th 2022. It might contain more episodes than the ones shown here. It was last updated on April 4th, 2024 09:24.