Chapters (148)
- Cover
- Title page
- Dedication
- Introduction
- From Perceptions of the Pen (1985)
- Well ‘I’
- Mother
- Ain’t No
- Scream
- So Near and yet So Near
- As Is Life
- From Tender Fingers in a Clenched Fist (1988)
- African Metaphor
- Listening
- Nursery Rhyme
- Some Quotes from Neatherton Man found in Deepest England Somewhere between 1974 and 1980
- Negotiations
- Englabetween
- What Have We Got
- Moods of Rain
- Wasita
- Sing a Song of Sick Penance
- The Black Writers’ Workshop
- Understanding Difference
- The Day Will Come
- The Invasion of the Mancunoids
- The Red Death of Edgar Allan Poe
- Trying Me
- Dead Wood Poetry
- Fell Off and Fell Out
- Bad Trip – L.S.D.
- Burn My Book (Burn In Illusion)
- Tense Tattered Tortured Tried Tested and Torn
- Mother Thatcher
- Today Will Pass
- Spell Bound
- Gold from the Stone
- Everything Is Rhythmical
- Sleep Is a Songbird
- Director’s Notes (For the Daily Shun and Daily Killer)
- She Read as She Cradled
- City Sigh
- Spell Me Freedom
- Interim and Cost
- Ace Under My Sleeve
- Traces
- The Show Goes On
- From Rebel without Applause (1992)
- Bearing Witness
- Remember How We Forgot
- Fingerprints
- Occupations
- Boiling Up
- Instant Consciousness
- Airmail to a Dictionary
- The Customs Men
- Mind-Walking
- For My Headstone
- Love Poem
- Flowers in the Kitchen
- Suitcases and Muddy Parks
- The Nest
- Pass It On
- Going Places
- Gil Scott-Heron
- Godsell
- Flushed
- I Hate You
- Professional Black
- Pretoria Pit
- Uncle Tom and the 1990s
- Clear as Day Storms
- My Brother
- Children and Company
- Writer’s Blockocks
- The Black Moon
- Brinkley Park
- Rage
- From Morning Breaks in the Elevator (1999)
- The Waitress and the Nights of the Round Table
- Colour Blind
- Charlie’s Playing Blackjack
- Invisible Kisses
- Slipping
- Murdering Bill
- Immigration R.S.V.P.
- Fair
- The Repossession: Lot 67
- Baptism in Mire
- Controlled Explosions
- Children’s Home
- Walking in Circles
- My Dad Is a Pilot
- Guilt
- Sandwich Love
- The Elevator
- A Flock of Sound
- The Graduate and Her Secret Thesis
- The Bruise
- Quiet Places
- Mourning Breaks
- From Listener (2008)
- Let There Be Peace
- Rain
- The Actor’s Voice
- Patterns
- Laying the Table
- Perfect
- Gambian Holiday Maker
- Listener
- Ricochet
- Elephant in the Room
- Architecture
- Moving Mountains
- Manchester Piccadilly
- Some Things I Like
- The Lost Key
- **** This
- Magpie
- Before We Get Into This
- Advice for the Living
- The Battle of Adwa, 1896
- The Gilt of Cain
- Applecart Art
- I Will Not Speak Ill of the Dead
- Transistor
- This Train (Sing Along)
- Spring: Mayday Mayday
- Barley Field
- The Boxer
- Torch
- New Poems
- What If
- Whale Translation
- The Spark Catchers
- Shipping Good
- Open Up
- Night Mails
- Lock and Quay
- Listening Post
- Fallen
- Belong
- Rest
- Adventure Flight
- Endnotes
- Index of Titles
- Index of First Lines
My books are flags in the mountainside. I have another flag in broadcasting, another in public art, another in performance, in plays, in television, in music. I am the first of my generation, of the contemporary poets, to make poetry as public art. Today in England it is normal, but it wasn’t in 1992. I started Landmark poetry with Hardy’s Well, in Manchester. My central influence is Ian Hamilton Finlay. I released an album in Germany, Disjam Phuturing Lemn Sissay.
By the age of thirty-two I’d found and visited all my family. I had travelled the world to find them: Ethiopia, Senegal, America, Europe. I had travelled the world to perform too.
‘It’s not difficult to be funny in poetry on stage. Just set up a false idea of what poetry is and then ridicule it, set up a false idea of what an audience is and then ridicule them – they’ll love it.’
A new generation of poets were emerging out of their teens. A few years passed. I met Jamie Byng when filming a poem in the Spiegeltent at Edinburgh International Book Festival in 1994. The title of the poem was ‘Gold From The Stone’. Jamie became the CEO of Canongate Books where he founded an imprint, Payback Press. The second syllable in ‘Rebel Without Applause’ rhymes with swell. Rebel. Rebel without applause. In the same year Bloomsbury published my children’s book The Emperor’s Watchmaker. In 2000 my next book Morning Breaks In The Elevator was published by Canongate. It sold out. Both these books are in print to this day.
‘If you are searching for your family the search begins when you find them.’
I’ve my own journey and it is unique. My conversation has not been with the gatekeepers or the ivory towers. Why would you storm an ivory tower unless you wanted to build one yourself? There are gatekeepers though. They need you to want to go through their gate. The more you want to go through their gate the more real their gate becomes. Poetry belongs in the world. The world belongs in poetry. I have always thought that way. I have always been that way.
‘I’ve never thought of the artist’s career as up or down. I see our careers as orbits. Each orbit is unique.’
So we come to my last book Listener. It was published by Canongate in 2008. It has a killer cover by Rankin. But the book is a third too big. And for that I apologise. I’ve always wanted to apologise for it.