{"id":772,"date":"2022-03-14T20:41:13","date_gmt":"2022-03-14T20:41:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/simeonownproject.practices.site\/?p=772"},"modified":"2022-11-17T22:53:17","modified_gmt":"2022-11-17T22:53:17","slug":"fulminating-geographers","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/processed-words.co.uk\/index.php\/2022\/03\/14\/fulminating-geographers\/","title":{"rendered":"The Fulminating Geographers"},"content":{"rendered":"\t\t
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At some point during the last week of January I got wind of a new poet. I picked up word of Tom Raworth, somewhere online. I remember checking out a few of his poems on the Poetry Foundation website during tea breaks, brief moments snatched from the day’s course. The screenshots come affixed with dates, periodized. One dozy lunchbreak I had opportunity to extend the scope of my casual research program and found an article on Raworth by Iain Sinclair in the LRB. The conjunction of writer and subject was associatively provocative \u2013 Sinclair was a ‘dad’s bookshelf’ writer. The provocative shiver was pleasingly built upon and galvanized, Sinclair’s article provided an enchanting contextualisation of Raworth and, as a homegrown historical materialist, I’m a complete sucker for the enchantment of contextualisation.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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Little did I know this was absolute Sinclair territory. The dredged up clutter of lost communalities, hoarded, not sorted through, still held on to with a ‘lived-in feel.’ Slightly elegaic register.<\/p>

\u2018Hackney, That Rose-Red Empire\u2019 documents the expurgations of neoliberal Regeneration programs, catalogues the purifying rituals, all the while drawing up psychic maps for excursions behind the shiny, confident visage of a London teetering on the edge of financial collapse, a National Trust Guide to \u2018The Roads Not Taken.\u2019 Sinclair lays out out a smorgasbord feast of half-dead social offcuts, the crusts and pusses skimmed off the sleek sides of the new social body, the unfounded and unfunded. \u2018Hackney\u2019 is not a broadminded or sweeping survey of a particular locale, and it is only a ‘psychogeography’ when it wants to be.<\/p>

Rachel Whitbread in Kingsland Waste market: \u2018In the 90s (John Major not Aubrey Beardsley), I would sometimes run into Rachel Whitbread\u2026 Dressed down, bibbed and booted, Rachel would be inspecting, without the predatory eye of the bargain hunter, goods spread across a ramshackle improvisation of stalls and boxes by Norman Palmer\u2026 storage trays and tea chests, Whitbread auditions\u2026 At the end of the days trading\u2026 scavengers advanced, raking over spurned libraries\u2026 refuse is a commodity which is never refused\u2026 The Kingsland Waste Market was a private view, open to all, a Royal Academy Summer Show of installations, photoworks, wrecked medicine cabinets\u2019 (101). What is the crux of this vignette? Nostalgia \u2013 Sinclair\u2019s remembered self and it\u2019s remembered capacity to \u2018run into\u2019 young artists and picturesque street scenes.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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\u2018Hackney\u2019\u2019s status as a documentarian para-Marxist polemic against Regeneration is continually obstructed and obtruded upon by Sinclair\u2019s disinclination to avail himself of any literary weaponry beyond a Cyril Connolly \u2018Enemies of Promise\u2019-style group portrait of his own milieu. Sinclair exerts himself dredging and dredging, but he\u2019s always digging up the same thing: traces of his own circle, varied by traces of their antecedents, even further varied by traces of their opinions. This shabbily gathered group portrait, an assemblage of propped-up cadavers, museum oddities and those still around to \u2018carry the torch\u2019, is haphazardly and for the most part unconvincingly stitched into a surrounding environment of paratactic, \u2018polychromatic\u2019 (Ackroyd) paeans to urban chaos and violence; this awkward alliance is forged as Sinclair\u2019s counterweight in the dialectic-scale against REGENERATION. (There\u2019s a delightfully ramshackle, homemade quality to Sinclair\u2019s fault-ridden Contradiction Contraption when compared to, say, the formidable, High Constructivist system of fulcrums and pulleys and platforms used by Mao to expose and stimulate certain Chinese dynamics).<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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The community Sinclair dredges up and dredges up throughout \u2018Hackney\u2019 are united in their contrarianism. Although their shared 60\u2019s-style Marxist intellectual adolescences have been variously shorn, replaced with developed adult personalities and self-contained artistic identities, certain vestigial tendencies and aversions remain with them, hanging on. This lost, dispersed community was once home to many of the elements out of which The British Poetry Revival (BPR) was distilled, one arm in that Cambridge-Essex-London network. It was common practice for Member-Poets to graft themselves with dimensions by coming up with personal battlelines …<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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THE FUNDAMENTAL CONTRADICTION inflicting and inflicted by the British Poetry Revival is : Geography vs ‘The Movement.’<\/p>

Certain conditions, shared axioms, contexts need already be in place for contradiction such as this to be taken seriously. In this case, the assemblage of conditions, axioms and contexts is the one convened under the banner of High Modernism. It is fitting then that one of the first places in which the BPR\u2019s quintessential contradiction was unleashed is in correspondence with fucking Charles Olson. (In this correspondence the young Prynne lets fly a number of dicta that could easily take their place in the monsters gallery of classic Modernist assertion like \u2018\u2026published 1845\u201362, just before the world collapsed into notion and salesmanship\u2019 and \u2018ice is the totally serious condition\u2019 and \u2018Betjeman\u2019s England, the successor to Auden\u2019s.\u2019) Peter Riley exposes the fundamental assumptions underlying this last assertion, digging out the Modernist crag-iron on which the whole Geography vs \u2018The Movement\u2019 contradiction depends –<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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‘Betjeman\u2019s England, the successor to Auden\u2019s’ \u2026 Not, then, Auden\u2019s or Betjeman\u2019s poetry, but their England. The distinction is not made. The poetry creates the land, and if we don\u2019t create it ourselves we shall just have to live in somebody else\u2019s miscreation\u2014 ‘<\/em>a\u00a0dismal land\u00a0with its\u00a0lost element of primary attention and governance.\u2019<\/p>

‘The poetry creates the land’ … ‘To purify the dialect of the tribe’ … ‘to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race’ … It is only in the rarefied Kenner-climes of shared assumptions like these that debates more like to be hashed out, interminably and inconclusively and irrelevantly, in academic conference rooms or periodicals, instead are given world-historical amplification in the High Court of Modernism, weighed in the scales of the Pisan cage. Instead of a journal article titled ‘Worth Considering?: The Movement Reconsidered : Essays on Larkin, Amis, Gunn, Davie and their Contemporarories’ we are given ‘THE MOVEMENT’ ON TRIAL FROM CRIMES AGAINST ‘THE SPIRIT OF A NATION.’\u00a0 The verdict of such a trial, only relevant to the accusers, the small clan of poet-flagellants who have enough fervour to inflict it upon themselves while the accused look on with detached amusement, completely unaffected, is to load their own poetry with the resources of appropriate counterthrust. Modernist consternation only bounces back on itself, the Modernist weapon is almost all kickback : as the accusation grows in scope, to include everything, so does the amount of effort required by the accuser to avoid implication, in fact this exertion, the increase in hermeticism, in difficulty, is the only metric for the accusation\u2019s growth.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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A BPR is inaugurated! Launched! Commenced! Attack directed at the heart of British ‘Movement’-consciousness – \u2018parochial mediocrity \u2026 rotting in a provincial squeamishness \u2026 wan confusion \u2026 English sanity \u2026 official verse culture.\u2019 Launched on the homeground of that ‘Movement’-stream in English consciousness : the parochial – an assault on the very concept, making it impossible, untenable, flooding it with everything it supresses, mystifies, holds back by ironical detachment, flooding it with the kinds of things that the whole field of Geography is devoted to not leaving un-commented upon (especially when practised with a Historicist, Critical bent). (The image one should have in mind, perhaps, is of a fete on the village cricket green suddenly beset by 16th century Levellers wielding lagoonal Purbeck boulders in a crowd that also includes collaged-assemblages of planning permission documents, Poor Laws, Thatcherite manifestos and chalk deposits that walk in stride like zombie hollow-men alongside field diagrams of networked data that are also drifts of pollen with biker gangs streaming through this deep traffic colliding into people who are historical side-shows wearing historical dress holding out models of buildings with occult histories in their oustretched palms – all of them chanting in unison ‘Chips\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a080 percent prefer chips to poetry’).<\/p>

Included with attack on parochiality is a positive objective : the arrogation to the poem of a articulate vision of contaminated, unstable locality, radical, incidental locality. A new option : how to capture the local as an optic without getting stuck within the confines of the parochial as an outlook. \u2018The field is set by singleness and passage (which may be the ecology of a river bank, or the Pennine chain). This will bring the local, but the implication mustn\u2019t be forced. And from here the beginnings can be reached out for. The Anglo-Saxons are the purest exemplification of what may be meant by predicament, how the singleness crosses with passage\u2019 these are the inexplicable conditions under which the local can be safely captured. To avoid parochial mystification we must have the local-within-the-sweep, it must come wrapped in contamination. Working methodologies and strictures from other fields – Geography, Geology, American Experimental Poetics (Ed Dorn and Kathy Acker as emissaries), Marxism \u2013 are incorporated, pressures fixing the formation of the BPR counterpunch, which finds itself fixed in the shape of ANGLO-SAXON SYSTEMS THINKING (surprising result!) ; Prynne says of the Anglo-Saxon corpus \u2018the local is here and not coy, the Chronicle is the full periplum of its extent, and about the last time the regional scarps and river basins were visible from the written word.\u2019 This Anglo-Saxon vision of the local, singleness and passage, has to be re-created under artificial conditions, in the lab as it were, with the stock of methodologies and scientific optics as an acid bath to eat away at the ideological plaque the local has since accrued. Only in these controlled conditions, in the Anglo-Saxon Systems Thinking Lab as it were, does the aspiration to survey landscape \u2018through the eyes of a Anglo-Saxon’ become useful in the project of de-mythologizing that landscape.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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\u00a0Unlike some of his BPR compatriots, Prynne never makes the mistake of confusing \u2018Geography\u2019 with \u2018stuff outside.\u2019 Like Milton, about whom Dr Johnson wrote that ‘He saw Nature … through the spectacles of books<\/em>‘, Prynne is a great nature poet because he isn\u2019t interested in going outside. Prynne accesses a landscape by consulting the OED, dredging up niche journal articles and field reports, peering into the lease history. To Prynne it is obvious: ‘landscapes’ are ideological trigger-movements offered up in parochial postcard-formats and \u2018Nature\u2019 isn\u2019t the answer to the question \u2018what is outside?\u2019 but to the question \u2018what language tics, reflexes, pre-occupations and tricks do you want in place of certain thought processes?\u2019 In his Gonville and Caius College study it is relatively easy for Prynne to avoid the Heideggerean temptation to meditate on the \u2018is what it is\u2019-ness of a landscape or natural subject, it would be difficult for him to get caught up in epiphanies about the landscape\u2019s impassivity, its ability to withdraw from its own mythologies, to appear completely pristeen, as a thing in itself, suddenly shorn of its personal or social histories of meaningfulness.\u00a0<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Either in defiance of the example set by Prynne or in over-eager enthusiasm to continue down the road he\u2019d laid out, to take it further, BPR-ists spent the 70\u2019s and 80\u2019s shaking themselves out across the Ordinance Survey map in search of the actual \u2018stuff\u2019 of Geography : John James returns to the Welsh Black Country of his childhood ; Peter Riley heads into the post-industrial landscapes of the North ; Wendy Mulford buys a cottage in East Anglia…<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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\u2026 and Allen Fisher\u2019s been writing an epic poem called \u2018PLACE\u2019 throughout the 80\u2019s, fragments are published, readings are held which verge on performance art pieces, a wider structure is alluded to, lyrical passages, references to English streets …<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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Pg 11 of \u2018Derbyshire\u2019, the collection of poems by Peter Riley (this time it\u2019s young Peter Riley, in-the-field, not the summative old-head we encountered earlier).<\/p>

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DISCLAIMER : and there are others, those who just write very experimental poetry.\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0Those who didn’t feel the need to face it (The Movement) with Geographical disclosures in order to position themselves in contradiction. They positioned themselves using extreme linguistic disjunctiveness alone.<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t

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‘Biker wars. Narrowboat shanties. Edge-land rabbit hunts. Appearing, ranter-raw, with the frequency of Murdoch’s tabloids, Bill’s books and booklets were as sustaining to me as the notion of the Hackney Brook … his freely distributed starbursts’ (Sinclair, Hackney, pg347)<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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And Mark Fisher isn’t looking, he’s looking the other way, rustling up neweven as Iain Sinclair starts getting into the swing of PsychoGeography in the 90’s – stretching the working practies and the Geography vs Movement dialectic into a more public sphere, soon its ripples will start to be felt in Waterstones (long way from the indepedent press universe it started in) (then this leads into connections between PsychoGeography and BPR section)<\/p>\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t\t\t\t<\/div>\n\t\t<\/section>\n\t\t\t\t

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