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Ryan is part of Far Yella at Leith Dockers Club

April 22, 2016

Really excited to be bringing you a new Edinburgh artists’ collective, Far Yella, and our first event at Leith Dockers Club, 17 Academy Street, at 7pm on Sunday 24 April. It’s going to be an amazing evening, it’s just £5 for an array for incredible words and music, and I hope to see you there.

An evening of entertaiments presented by ‘Far Yella’ (a new collective featuring Faith Eliott, Hailey Beavis, Mario Cruzado, Reuben Taylor, Ryan Van Winkle, Sam Siggs & Supermoon).

There will be:

Music + Poetry + Bingo + Bread + Jumble Sale + DJs + Shit Magic (among other wonders)

Where: Leith Dockers Club — 17 Academy St, Edinburgh EH6 7EE
When: 24 April, 7pm
How Much: 5 quids

Guests include:

– “2 Man(l)y DJs” (Dai Jones & Martin Mckenna)
https://www.mixcloud.com/daijones77128/mix-certified-sick-perfection-mix/

– Joining the Poetry BINGO:
Tessa Berring, David Stavanger, Alicia Sometimes, Mandy Kahn, Calum Rodger, Jennifer Lynn Williams, Eleanor Lim, Mario Petrucci, Nick-e Melville

– Suited & Booted: a car boot sale with an indescribable difference. (Abby Joyce & Dai Jones) https://www.facebook.com/Suited-Booted-198019293700804/?fref=ts

++++ much much more!

Ryan reading at Second Space

July 30, 2015

Really chuffed to be reading at Second Space with a whole host of great poets and performers. It’s on next Friday 7 August, 8-10pm at the Safari Lounge, 21 Cadzow Place, Abbeyhill, Edinburgh. Should be an awesome night, hope to see you there.

Featuring:

nick-e melville
rodney relax
jl williams
jess hopkins
will lorimer
craig gun
ryan van winkle
iain morrison
graeme smith
anne laure coxam
jane goldman
annie higgen
kate tough
katy hastie
ed smith
calum rodger
rob mckenzie
janette ayachi
tessa berring
mike saunders
emilia weber
tom betteridge

Commiserate July – Calum Rodger

July 9, 2013

Commiserate is a monthly experiment in poetic collaboration.

July 2013: Calum Rodger

I first saw Calum Rodger giving a fascinating talk on technology and poetry at the always intriguing Syndicate reading series in Edinburgh. I really liked what he was doing with experimentation and enjoyed how he used technology to make startling, surreal, beautiful work. So, I sent him some new poems and asked if he’d play around with them. Below you’ll find my originals followed by Calum’s explanation of his process and then the final pieces.

Originally, I intended to metaphorically burn the originals and leave Calum’s work to stand as our collaboration. He thought you, hypothetical reader, would enjoy seeing what he started with. Which is hypothetically true. However I must say that I consider the work he made the finished poems surpassing the originals in resonance and mystery.

Part I – Ryan’s Original Text

The Street Lights Flick On

We know the rain must come
but it holds in the sky
we aren’t children

So we don’t out stay the night
playing in the gloam
we stay in doors

Of screens, the air electric
we kick the ball, we talk
of her or luck

It looses its magic sometimes
it is hard to pay full attention
to what you are doing below you

Escalator of a Metro

pushing up those cold insisting stairs now
instead of hanging back
a net of Clementines as in Madrid or Prague
New York or worse
Paris where my hands were on your hot
neck and we felt alone as blood rising
every fold of metal
like a sunset, (the long flight ahead)

before you saw them for what they were /
petals cast into the canyon / and nudged

Calum says:

After Ryan sent me the poems, I fed them into the text generator/processor JanusNode and randomised the word-order and line-breaks using the ‘Dadafy’ function. The results, heavily edited, make up the last poem below, THIS HOT STREET.

THE STREET LIGHTS FLICK OFF is a write-through of Ryan’s poem The Street Lights Flick On, while the four cities mentioned in Escalator of a Metro become triggers for brief lyrics in the Poundian style suggested by that poem’s title in FOUR APPARITIONAL ESCALATORS.

The second line of each lyric comes from Ryan’s poem; the first comes from that city’s Wikipedia page, chosen according to search terms selected arbitrarily from The Street Lights Flick On.

I really like working with a source in this way, and not going in with any ‘goal’ as such – that’s up to the words to suggest. It removes it from self-expression a bit, which is very liberating, so the poems feel more abstract and take on more of a reality of their own, but then I still wind up feeling a connection with them – not reference as such, but resonance. I’m particularly pleased with these results – Ryan’s poems proved fertile source material indeed.

THE STREET LIGHTS FLICK OFF

The rain we know comes mustily
it holds the sky.
We’re not children

so stay the night.
We can be the flat plain gloaming
of wine-stained doors.

No air can trick its way in here,
forget the girl who kicks the coloured panel.
Talk is luck and not where love is.

Magic. When I lose that word
to the tone of your attention, it is hard.
Everything we’re doing is below us.

FOUR APPARITIONAL ESCALATORS

Madrid
street-lighting, cemeteries;
a net of hanging clementines

Prague
even in summer the nights were cold
up those insistent stairs

New York
the conflict and the center of attention;
petals, cast into the canyon

Paris
all the trains are meeting in the city
every fold of metal / like a sunset

THAT HOT STREET

attention rising
you’re magic!
(petals talk back)

sometimes
the sky is like Paris
and sometimes

a clementine sun
echoes an electric
insistence about

these streets
and we, screens
of gloam metal

instead of being
cold hang
out!

we were children
and could not pay
the lights flickered

on &
off
or…

I knew you in
the long air
the long kick

just what was your
lucky rain neck
doing in Paris?

and when I found you again
you were a full-blood sunset
in Prague

Calum Rodger is a poet and PhD student at the University of Glasgow working on the poetics of Ian Hamilton Finlay. His creative practice ranges from performance poetry and stand-up comedy, running live poetry night THE VERSE HEARSE in Glasgow with fellow poet Stewart Sanderson, to random lyrics and weird computer-generated and experimental stuff, which he blogs at ALL REAL CULTURE IS FREE. A chapbook, provisionally titled ‘Know yr Stuff: Poems on Hedonism’, is forthcoming from Tapsalteerie.

 

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