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Nancy Breaks Her Silence
What a lovely audience — in The Crypt at St Mary’s Islington, November 9.Back in London one more time. I can’t think when I last read with Nancy, but I suppose it was sometime in the nineties, that long lost decade when we shared this city and all its ups and downs. After long silences from both of us we have both published new collections this year. Hers, Writing With Mercury, is the long-awaited successor to Maria Breaks Her Silence (1989). A jazzy ol’ cover on the new book by and as a tribute to her friend Elaine Kowalsky, who was killed by a car last year when she was crossing the street on her way to a birthday party – a sad and sudden end.
Nancy’s fetching scarf, beautiful book and inspiring reading.Nancy and Mike have been running this Islington-based, more or less bi-monthly readings series Poetry in the Crypt for some years now and it’s a feel-good venture, no pay for the poets and all proceeds going to the St Mary’s homelessness project. Normally there is an open mic as well as a feature reader or two, but not tonight due to the addition of music to the bill. It was good fun with a generous audience (in all senses) and more people I wanted to catch up with and meet than I managed to talk to. Sold out of all the copies of Cartography that I’d schlepped across the ocean for the occasion which was very good news for my baggage weight; maybe not such good news in case I do more readings before my year is up! Anyone who wants one can find it on ABE or Amazon.ca (it comes up in Amazon.com and Amazon.co.uk as well, very mysterious) or of course try ordering from your local bookshop.
Mike at the mic.All in all a wonderful evening. I even enjoyed even being heckled by fireworks – a timely volley of them went off just as I was reading the lines “I feel sometimes that everything happens to me” in my traditional final poem Another Life to Live at the Edge of the Young and Restless Days of our Lives.
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Aubergine to Zucchini
Now that I’m back in England I’m having to revive my English vocabulary. Aubergine not eggplant. Courgette not zucchini. Bicarbonate of soda not baking soda. Chips not fries.
So for lunch yesterday we had one of my favourite soups, which is either Zucchini and Rosemary or Courgette and Rosemary depending on which side of the Atlantic you eat it. It’s equally good on both, a pretty green colour and very warming on a winter’s day. A handy recipe to have in case your guests include vegetarians or the wheat/gluten-intolerant, as it can be made with vegetable broth or cubes and is self-thickened with potato.
Courgette/Zucchini and Rosemary Soup
2 tablespoons butter
1 tablespoon olive or other oil
1 large onion, chopped, or equivalent number of shallots
2 cloves garlic, sliced (or 1 tsp garlic granules, or 2 tsp freeze-dried chopped garlic)
2 teaspoons fresh rosemary, minced
6 cups chicken or vegetable stock (1-1/2 UK pints water plus 6 Oxo chicken or vegetable cubes)
1 large potato (russet or King Edward – a floury rather than waxy one), peeled and sliced
3 medium courgettes/zucchini, chopped or cubed- Melt butter with oil in heavy large saucepan over medium high heat. Add onion; cook until translucent but not brown, about 5 minutes.
- Mix in garlic and rosemary and stir well.
- Add stock and potato; bring to boil. Reduce heat and simmer 10 minutes, until potato just done.
- Add sliced zucchini; simmer until tender, about 15 minutes.
- Working in batches, puree in blender. Season with salt and pepper.
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End of Aldeburgh
Where did it all go? One minute the weekend dizzies delightfully before us, the next it’s over. Sunday was a modest blur, beginning with the hugely popular reading by the Joy of Six, whose venue – like that of many other events – was full with a queue of hopefuls. TJOS is in fact five people, all well established poets in their own rights. André Mangeot, Andrea Porter, Anne Berkeley, Peter Howard and Martin Fugura write and perform together, reading a combination of individual and group work. The hands down favourite piece for Sunday’s hall of poets was Poets’ Retreat, from Martin Figura’s 2005 collection ahem, and read by the group. If there was a sub-species of poet from whom this hilariously sinister poem did not take the mickey I don’t know which it would be:
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The concrete poets, for obvious reasons, were less quick
and paid the price. But they have found a certain peace
and are with their own kind holding up the flyover
at the Junction with the A66.
…Following a less than swift cup of tea in the White Lion, we set off for the finale reading: the ever wonderful Vicki Feaver, an incredibly good German poet, Durs Grunbein, reading with his unfortunately almost inaudible translator Michael Hofmann, and – once more to the microphone – Sharon Olds reading work selected by and on behalf of her friend Philip Levine.
Supper was a delicious trip to the Crown and Anchor in Orford, proving ground for Ruth Watson’s imaginative food in a cosy and friendly hotel which has in the past delighted the likes of Nigel Slater. We sipped some sublime old sherry while considering the menu, deciding upon guinea fowl on a pea and chervil risotto; a towering portion of crisp, juicy pork belly on a well seasoned kindling of vegetables;
and a perfectly pan-fried fillet of hake on saffron mash with fresh spinach. The desserts were not so successful, the pumpkin cheesecake a bit watery – maybe not sieved? – but for whatever reason a bit too vegetable-textured for my taste.
The cheesecake looking a bit lonely with its luscious loganberry companion at its side, after half of it had been spirited away to another plate… and I found the bitter chocolate souffle cake pretty much inedible – hard and uninteresting even with a darling little pot of cream to pour over it. I’d been reading up on the pudding recipes beforehand (the chocolate one came from Something for the Weekend) but not carefully enough, as I thought there would be some give to the texture. Oh well. Everything else was so good it was overkill anyway. And it did look quite majestic.
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