A can of worms?
It seems to me that most poets fight over their
own turf and this is ridiculous when the allotment is calling. Go to
any village, town or city allotment in Britain and you'll find an
utter mix - diversity, ethnicity, communality and individuality
all together. No allotment plot is the same. An aerial view of every
allotment site is a patchwork tapestry of how this world could be - should
be.
See over there two Asian women growing prize winning
vegetables, herbs and flowers. Next to them, on one side, is a white fifty year
old with financial problems. His allotment is fallow and he's scrambling
his head how to realise his tiny dreams. On the otherside is a large
"weird" scrappy family of many, who are just trying to extract anything from
their plot to eat or to sell. Another thirty people - women and men - of all
genetic/ethnic 'pasts' are on this allotment site.
Are the Asian prize growers fencing themselves in against
the dysfunctional family or turning their backs on the poor white guy who hasn't
a clue? No - not at all - the opposite. They share their produce, offer advice
and get the kids digging for their dysfunctional parents.
Utopia? Not a bit of it. People need people on the
allotment - or it is bulldozed. Also, in Britain - like Rambling and the Burston
School Strike Rally and the Workers' Education Association - traditions that
both celebrate and combat the ever present class division should/must be ever
defended. The allotment association is not only providing gardens to work but
are an opposition to corporate profit. The 'allotment' asserts
that everyone is equal and different. Poets don't seem to like this
idea.
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That we have public funding for the arts in Britain has to
be defended. But the democratisation of arts funding has to be fought for (or
instead of an allotment we have a farmer and wage labourers).
I also think notions of 'poetic' arbitration on literary
and artistic excellence is awful in Britain, reflected here on the List. I think
it's just not on for Paul Green to say Benji Zephaniah is a crap poet. Benji has
taken on wholesale Shelley's so called 'juvenile' poems. Percy Byshe was out
there on the global allotment to change the world - as is Benji. As is
Rosen, Nicholls and Mitchell in Britain. Why can't we share the
plots?
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Poets use others' voices - particularly working class
voices. I think you'd all detest the fast growing working class group of writers
I'm working with in Great Yarmouth. You are on your turf. Hey, I'm on their
allotment! Rhyming couplets, drunks, lots of women, poverty, dignity,
change.
Wow! Change! Poets, eat your hearts out!
Rupert