Happy New Year everyone! 2013 sees a new year with the new editors as the pass over of control became official. We had some powerful pieces of poetry this week. Monday was the last day of the year and we decided to end the year with Don't Tell Me Her Name by Usha Kishore which was about the protests in India after the woman who was gang-raped died. It was a powerful and terrifying news story matched by the powerful and terrifying poem. The imagery of a body being 'torn apart for sins,' was so profound that we noticed this poem was being asked to be shared with other people, instantly becoming part of the protest itself.
The new year. We chose Joy France's Re-evaluate as the first poem of 2013 which was about Chester Comet staff being laid off before Christmas. It was a poem filled heavily with repetition as if it's the same thing we've heard before, it's happened before and it will happen again and it'll never get any easier.
We had to go back to the Indian gang-rape story on Wednesday with Daughter's Woe by Radhika Mohan. We felt we couldn't ignore the power, anger and sadness of this news story. The line 'I am born alive,' pointed out by one of our readers is a wonderful line and is indeed a privilege for any woman.
By Thursday we had scheduled poems for the rest of the week and we chose our very own Abigail Wyatt's Holy Housework or a Fresh Start. It is about the priest who had said women are to blame for domestic violence and said they don't clean their homes. It is a strong piece filled with irony. The 'We must,' adding pressure to the claims that women are set to do a certain thing. And the wonderful end: 'Father, you forget: we are half of all there is; / And we think we will be handmaids no more.'
It's 1979 Again by David Mellor was chosen for Friday. This was a poem about the strikes protesting Government austerity. The anger the public has felt with the Conservative government and their decisions make it seems we're going backwards and to David, this seems to resemble 1979. I found interesting the line: 'Full on eye lashes / Which blacken / What's really outside.'
And we ended the week with Last of the Jarrow Marchers by David Subacchi. The last Jarrow Marcher from the October 1936 protest against unemployment and poverty had died. Con Shiels died at 96. These people were seen as pioneers of protesting against the government. The feeling all protesters feel as was repeated in David's poem was the word: 'Rage.'
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I want to say thank you to both Martin and Clare from myself, Abi and Hamish as we have now officially taken over Poetry24 as the new editors it has been a great opportunity, stressful, fast-paced and exciting.
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I hope you all had a good new year and looking forward to what 2013 will bring,