{"id":1109,"date":"2015-01-22T04:02:51","date_gmt":"2015-01-22T11:02:51","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/?p=1109"},"modified":"2016-06-09T08:53:16","modified_gmt":"2016-06-09T15:53:16","slug":"lets-go-to-sacramento-diesel-on-gravel-again","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/?p=1109","title":{"rendered":"Let&#8217;s go to Sacramento&#8230;Diesel on Gravel again"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>OK so this is news that stays news as they say&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>In 1963-4 Raymond Carver left the Iowa Writers Workshop..he drove to Sacramento.\u00c2\u00a0I have just metaphorically done the same only I don&#8217;t have a car and cannot drive (his was a battered Chevrolet not a Cadillac by the way).<\/p>\n<p>I hinted at this news in previous posts but now as the paperwork almost complete I can say it.<\/p>\n<p>I have left the NTU Creative Writing course. I completed one term.<\/p>\n<p>The previous Fine Art M.A.was too recently completed. Too many personal politics and career questions clouded my\u00c2\u00a0decision-making\u00c2\u00a0(a hangover from various complications within the School of Art and Design). Most of all I simply couldn&#8217;t face yet more modern educational tick-boxing (we call it learning outcome grids, I know I have written and marked hundreds of them) when all I wanted to do was write and make stuff. I didn&#8217;t feel like I had left work at all and I was paying for it. \u00c2\u00a0Not a good feeling. I really enjoyed David Belbin&#8217;s rigorous &#8216;prose poem&#8217; classes and most of the core lectures.<\/p>\n<p>I simply made a mistake by pursuing yet another M.A. within my own institution but this decision was shaped by practicalities and mostly financial considerations to do with travel. I originally looked at Sheffield University and Hallam and even Lincoln. I didn&#8217;t consider Nottingham University because I felt that would be undermining NTU to go there.<\/p>\n<p>In the end I simply didn&#8217;t feel comfortable in a class mostly 30 years younger to be honest.\u00c2\u00a0I was swimming upstream in muddy water from the get-go a bit like one of Carver&#8217;s fish ( see a poem below written in 1989 before most in class were born!). I wish all the class and their tutors every success and look forward to the Anthology launch:-)<\/p>\n<p>The experience has helped\u00c2\u00a0me\u00c2\u00a0determine that I am not an &#8216;academic&#8217; poet. Never was and never will be. I may be an academic art researcher we shall see.<\/p>\n<p>I now attend monthly poetry sessions at the <a href=\"http:\/\/nottinghamwritersstudio.co.uk\/\">Nottingham Writers Studio<\/a> and feel far more relaxed and creative. In all other respects things have been going very well and I could not be happier.<\/p>\n<p>I intend to create as much &#8216;stuff&#8217; as possible in the next few months I have left on &#8216;career break&#8217; before returning to NTU SAD in July 2015.<\/p>\n<p>There more than one way to catch a fish after all&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The image above is a cover of a self-made booklet of poems I made in 1990 when working at The London Poetry Library it is in their collection it is titled &#8216;Diesel on Gravel&#8217;<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/diesel.jpg?ssl=1\"><img data-recalc-dims=\"1\" loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-thumbnail wp-image-1110\" src=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/diesel.jpg?resize=150%2C150&#038;ssl=1\" alt=\"diesel\" width=\"150\" height=\"150\" srcset=\"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/diesel.jpg?resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 150w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/diesel.jpg?zoom=2&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 300w, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/01\/diesel.jpg?zoom=3&amp;resize=150%2C150&amp;ssl=1 450w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 150px) 100vw, 150px\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>Its title and its contents reflect my discovery of Carver in 1985 through his book &#8216;Fires&#8217;. It contains a poem &#8216;Searching for a tomb&#8217; which relates directly to the A.E.Coppard story told in another post here<br \/>\n<a href=\"https:\/\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/?p=1071\">https:\/\/shaunbelcher.com\/writing\/?p=1071<br \/>\n<\/a>Neither of us knew who that particular fish was then&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>The one thing I have done\u00c2\u00a0properly whilst on the course, even if it made for a &#8216;bad&#8217; essay, was excavating and confronting the Coppard &#8216;legacy&#8217; if there is one. It was good for me to do it. I finally discovered new facts about him and read his work properly. That ghost is now laid to rest somewhere in an Oxfordshire graveyard.<\/p>\n<p>Time to move on&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Which wraps everything up nicely.<\/p>\n<p>Here the poem:<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong>Searching for a tomb 1989<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Sun shone warm on the bonnet<br \/>\nas we pulled up the gravel drive.<br \/>\nThe old rectory stood deserted.<br \/>\nThe congregation had been dwindling<br \/>\nthese five years and twenty.<\/p>\n<p>My father&#8217;s wellington&#8217;s flap<br \/>\nas he strides off through the wet grass.<br \/>\nI have a photo of him<br \/>\nsitting in his stepfather&#8217;s arms<br \/>\nholding a team of horses<br \/>\npulling a plough aged about ten.<\/p>\n<p>Here we are<br \/>\nTwo figures caught in the open.<br \/>\nStanding in a churchyard.<br \/>\nLittle Wittenham, Oxfordshire<br \/>\nOn a frosty November evening.<\/p>\n<p>My father is circling the headstones<br \/>\nand green iron crosses, looking.<\/p>\n<p>A flock of doves twist and jink<br \/>\nin the blue air above us.<\/p>\n<p>We stare down like two men on a bridge.<br \/>\nStaring into clear and shallow sunlit water<br \/>\nsearching for the shadow of a fish.<\/p>\n<p>The father he has never seen.<br \/>\nThe grandfather I will never meet.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>OK so this is news that stays news as they say&#8230; In 1963-4 Raymond Carver left the Iowa Writers Workshop..he drove to Sacramento.\u00c2\u00a0I have just metaphorically done the same only I don&#8217;t have a car and cannot drive (his was a battered Chevrolet not a Cadillac by the way). 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