An 8 a.m. phonecall again postpones surgery; this time until December 22nd.
Just back from a few days in Venice. At the last minute surgery was postponed until December 15th (when recommended surgeon is available). We took the chance of a cheap flight from local airport. Airline did everything right this end, and friends met the plane in Venice with a wheelchair. No internet. Did little more than see old friends, be wheeled around avoiding bridges, eating, drinking, talking, laughing, remembering. The furthest I’ve been away from these rooms for more than a year. I’ll try to catch up on mail over the weekend.
I’ll be away and offline certainly until November 26th. and possibly longer as surgery is re-scheduled for November 30th.
For Warmth, by Anonymous. Title, Totnes
Westering, by Iain Sinclair. Test Centre
High Bonnet, by Idwal Jones. The Modern Library, New York.
Made To Kill, by Adam Christopher. Titan Books.
Chance of a Storm, by Rod Mengham. Carcanet
Bitter Green, by Martin Corless-Smith. Fence Books
Claudio Cometta, 1955 – 2015
A text from Rita in Venice and then an email from Fabrizio in Switzerland saying Claudio is dead. During the 80s and 90s some of my happiest times were in the Ticino and Claudio is part of most memories. Those include us taking turns all night (with another companion) grinding the ashes of a friend to a fine powder with a pestle and mortar, so when scattered in the mountains the following morning they could be carried gently by the breeze. A conservator and restorer, his large studio was like a sunlit museum. Here he is facing that same sunlight leaning on the wall of the Hermann Hesse Museum back in 1998. My last memory of him is a few years ago, sitting laughing outside in the mountain evening with Gian, Rita, Pio, Val and me while Silvia made a great raclette I can still taste. Claudio was a founder member of the Partido Communista Zen, of which only two or three of us remain.
Ciao, caro amico.
Our thoughts and sympathy are with Silvia and Malva
Still worth thirty minutes of anyone’s time.
Return Journey Dylan Thomas BBC radio 1947
Quite Early One Morning Dylan Thomas BBC radio 1953
Direct download: return.mp3
Let me recite what history teaches. Zilch. (Amended-Stein)
The Sinking of The Lancastria, by Jonathan Fenby. Out of Print.
Average Cabin, by Tom Raworth. Hors commerce, 30 copies printed/published by Ian Heames.
Yesterday, in theatre, prepped, wired and needled up, two surgeons ready, everything cancelled as heart, lung, blood-pressure monitors showed too-high risk of major stroke.
So to change gear: I see it’s sixty years today since the death of one of my favourite pianists.
Dick Twardzik 30/4/31–21/10/55
I shan’t be online for a while: some medical days starting now; some more (hopefully minor) surgery early tomorrow.
From Katrine le Gallou:
Plusieurs lectures en hommage à Stephen Rodefer se tiendront bientôt :
le samedi 5 Décembre 2015 à 17h
à LA GUILLOTINE
en association avec DOUBLE CHANGE
24 rue Robespierre
93100 Montreuil (métro Robespierre)
Tél 01 48 70 12 29
présentation des Word Paintings de Stephen,
archives photos et audio.
Vous êtes cordialement invité-e.
Si vous souhaitez participer par une lecture de textes ou autres,
si vous avez des archives à partager, merci de nous en faire part.
Vous pouvez faire suivre ce message aux personnes intéressées
ou susceptibles de participer. Merci.
aux Etats-Unis :
à Great Barrington (Massachusetts)
samedi 24 Octobre à 18h
STEPHEN RODEFER memorial reading
Geoffrey Young Gallery
40 Railroad St.
Great Barrington, MA 01230
à Berkeley (Californie)
samedi 21 Novembre à 18h
organisée par le Poetry Center de la San Francisco State University
Stephen Rodefer, a memorial tribute
Berkeley Arts Festival
2133 University Avenue (at Shattuck)
Berkeley, CA 94704
…even though Wikileaks thinks sought is sort.
Coming soon to a Country near you.
Die Wacht Am Rhein Heino Gold Collection
So What Anti-Nowhere League The Best Of
Inner Cities 7-5 (for Trisha Brown) Alvin Curran Inner Cities 
Spoonful Gil Evans The Individualism of Gil Evans
My Blue Heaven The Smashing Pumpkins The Aeroplane Flies High
Ochre Malcolm Williamson Colours
Drum Crazy Laurie Johnson & His Orchestra feat. Phil Seamen Great Big Bands Of The 50’s
Gong (For Phil Seamen) Evan Parker Free Zone Appleby 2002
Physarum Sonification Less_Null_Void
Ich Hab Noch Einen Koffer In Berlin Hildegard Knef Aber Schön War Es Doch
Direct download: sourfie.mp3
This morning I came across this, while searching for something else. I don’t remember where it was, but 8 JUNE 1990 is written on the back. I recognise myself and Lee Harwood, standing; Kelvin Corcoran, seated; and it looks like Ken Edwards (is that you, Ken?) on the left.
A note from Katrine le Gallou with a Stephen Rodefer update:
I’ll post any further information nearer the date.
NOTE: Already updated: Saturday 5th of December at 5pm
And here’s Katrine’s update in her own words:
The reading has finally been scheduled for Saturday December 5 at 5:p.m.
The event is organized by La Guillotine and Double Change (who organizes bilingual readings in and around Paris).
It will take place at :
24 Rue Robespierre
93100 – Montreuil
Métro stop : Robespierre (on metro line 9)
(Montreuil is a very close suburb East of Paris, it’s the Brooklyn of Paris, lots of artists there, etc).
Thanks for posting the info and inviting friends and poets who want to join for the reading.
For any additional info, I can be contacted via Facebook.
Last night to the Red Roaster for the Memorial Lee Harwood event. Fourteeen readers. As expected, but kept to bearable length by the capable organiser, Michaela Ridgway. I was glad to see Ken and Elaine Edwards; to run into Paul Matthews:not seen since the wedding of George Dowden (poet, Ginsberg bibliographer) more than forty years ago in Brighton) but not to learn George died here last year; to meet Sammi Gale briefly; to sit for a while with Lee’s last partner Lindy who told of being at his bedside during the final hours and hearing him say faintly and with difficulty “I want to write….”, motioning away her offer to write something down for him and just repeating “I want to write”. I talked with John Harvey, whose work I like and whose Slow Dancer press published early works of Lee’s. His concise evocative introduction set Lee clearly in the early 1960s London scene, while mention of places like Sam Widges and people like Libby Houston scratched patches of my mind long undisturbed and probably caused my later dream of that era in Movietone colour intercut with Sean Bonney scrabbling in a black and white post-war ruined Berlin. To the very left of the Harvey photo can be seen the profile of Paul Brown whose Transgravity and Actual Size presses worked through those years. His Studio Bookstore is still at 68 St James’s St, Brighton BN2 1PJ. The academic feminists seems to have overlooked Libby, whom I remember as the only woman poet in an overwhelmingly male reading scene of the early 1960s. Certainly the only poet from then to have a tree, Houston’s Whitebeam (Sorbus x houstoniae), named after her.
Though it was a Pighog occasion there was no political chine nor chop on the news of the week.
Lee would have been pleased with such an evening, in his home town, leavened with his own work.
“When you come to a fork in the road, take it.”