Showing posts with label J. R. Carpenter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label J. R. Carpenter. Show all posts

Friday, May 22, 2026

unidentified fiction remains and the true nature of banff

I recently spent a week at the Banff Centre for Arts and Creativity as part of celebrating the University of Alberta's Writer-in-Residence 50th anniversary [and there was even a livestreamed showcase reading by the group of us, which I posted about over here]. I honestly can't fully process all the adventures during that week, with a group of writers it would have been stellar to see even individually, let alone as part of a group. And did I mention I briefly got to meet Daniel MacIvor? (and yes, I know it's a Brad Fraser title I mangled, above). MacIvor was in Twitch City, you know, which was a small work of genius. And did you see him recently in an episode of Law and Order: Toronto? I got to hang out with Michael Barnholden and Adèle Barclay, meet writers such as Ryanne Kap, Sharanpal Ruprai and Conor Kerr. The wealth of the company was staggering.

We had a week, most of which was our own. We caught meals, although I was at breakfast first, most mornings. My body said, 8am, time to get up [although post-karaoke, I missed breakfast altogether, which allowed ryan fitzpatrick that morning's first slot]. One morning I even managed an hour's work before leaving my room, and another, about half an hour's work before anyone else showed up for coffee and morning what-nots. While there, I was attempting to further my novel-in-progress, the one that rests somewhere between On Beauty (2014) and the follow-up, downstream from Missing Persons (2009); a novel that follows the threads of a handful of folk who don't necessarily interact, but exist within the same stretch of relative time. I hadn't presumed I could finish it, but after a week sitting within its pages (and at least four days prior attempting to re-enter), I think I can now actually see that light at the end of the tunnel. The week included a planned dinner or two, a karaoke night (and second round, given it was so successful) and a trip to town (which I did skip, needing to sit at my desk). We had our big showcase reading, which was incredible.

J.R. Carpenter [see my review of Carpenter's latest here] has a collaborative app you should check out, This Is Not A Good Sign, a curious eco-poetic of phrases one can overlay atop photographs, presumably of landscapes or whatever else, I was playing with while there. I spent the week taking the occasional picture as part of such, a number of which I did post over at Instagram, and am hoping to continue on same, here and there. It was very cool to hang with ryan fitzpatrick [see my review of fitzpatrick's latest here], get some good conversations with Fred Wah and Daphne Marlatt, get to learn (or learn better) folk such as Conor Kerr, Cody Caetano, Joshua Whitehead [see my review of Whitehead's latest here], Jason Purcell [see my review of Purcell's latest here]. Caetano's memoir is so remarkably, powerfully, good. I read much of it on the flight out. And so many other folk were around, there, participating, wandering through or wandering by. You probably already know I produced a handful of chapbook titles for the week as well, by myself, Fred Wah, Daphne Marlatt, J.R. Carpenter, ryan fitzpatrick and Derek Beaulieu. Copies were distributed free to all the participants, with a small handful left over for the reading event (further copies will be distributed through the University of Alberta Department of English and Film Studies, prod at Jordan Abel if you wish for copies, he has a bunch).

I worked to further this novel, as well as attempting a "Banff notebook" project, akin to "the green notebook," a journal-essay stretch from that week I'm still working to hammer into some kind of publishable form, with the hopes to start posting excerpts from same across my substack real soon. There were drafts of a poem, however slow. Sketch-notes. There might be something else, also. I am thinking through the bounds of a poem, certainly.

This was my first time spending any length of time at Banff Centre (beyond two days in May 2008 I don't really count, as I never quite landed and didn't know anything or anyone, so kept fallow).






There were quiet conversations and loud gatherings, languid stretches of walking solo, working solo, walking to town. I made a bad joke at a museum [a solid joke, really], and lost my breath singing, and walking, and standing [higher altitude, you know]. I took a big swing attempting a song from Frozen 2 at karaoke, which didn't quite land (but big swings are the point, certainly). I saw two full days of snowfall, and an overcast so complete, they put the mountains away for safety, only returning them once it cleared. I stayed out too late with writers, and the one night all the writers crashed, I stayed out too late with playwrights. I bought a t-shirt the wrong size, and had dessert with every meal. I got some nice time with Derek Beaulieu, and saw his office, far more ordered than had it been mine. 

Oh, and our final night there, as Thomas Wharton, Marilyn Dumont and I were walking through town back from dinner, catching a group singing loudly hey now, you're a rock star, get your game on, hey, and realizing the group was all dressed as characters from the Shrek animated films. A bridal party, clearly. Did Wharton take this picture? Dumont at the front, there. The bride (dressed as the prince, centre) was so proud of the fact that this was all her idea. Don't let anyone ever tell you otherwise. In hindsight, I did wonder, what might have been the theme of the wedding?

Saturday, February 21, 2026

J.R. Carpenter, p a u s e.

 

we walk past a log cabin. the white mud. between the logs.

has volcanic ash in it, so it dries into a hard clay, she says.

 

I’ve been reading about the specific volcano.

the eruption. that this ash came from, I say.

 

we agree that 2,350 years ago feels recent.

for an eruption.

 

geologists say the river formed 12,000 years ago.

post glaciation.

 

they say, she says.

aye. all rivers are recent.

 

people are stories.

and stories are ancient.

As the acknowledgments of Canadian poet J.R. Carpenter’s latest poetry title, p a u s e. (Llandysul Wales: Broken Sleep Books, 2026), offers: “the writing is born of a sustained engagement with kisiskâciwanisîpiy (the North Saskatchewan River) as it flows east through amiskwacîwâskahikan (Edmonton), in Treaty 6 Territory, Métis Region No. 4. this is the territory of the Papaschase Cree and the homeland of the Métis Nation. this is the territory of the poplar, silver birch, black spruce, tamarack, willow, and wild mountain ash. this is the homeland of the beaver, moose, muskrat, coyote, nuthatch, and chickadee nations. this is a traditional gathering place for the Cree, Blackfoot, Metis, Nakota Sioux, Iroquois, Dene, Ojibway, Saulteaux/Anishinaabe, Inuit, and many others travellers, including swallows, red-winged blackbirds, bohemian waxwings, and trumpeter swans.” There is such a clear, purposeful and precise cadence to this book-length suite, how Carpenter captures deep listening, slowness and the pause across an incredibly sharp lyric. Her subject, of course, is around, within and through Edmonton’s river valley and North Saskatchewan River, a subject matter she shares with Edmonton poet Jason Purcell, a thread through his recent Crohnic (Vancouver BC: Arsenal Pulp Press, 2025) [see my review of such here], although perhaps more deeply and thoroughly with Edmonton-based poet Christine Stewart, as displayed in her own book-length essay-poem Treaty 6 Deixis (Vancouver BC: Talonbooks, 2018) [see my review of such here]. The poems of p a u s e. explore walking the physical space of Edmonton’s river valley and Covid-era space, as the well-known mudlarker Carpenter works to examine this geographic and historical space on its own terms; and with the added layer of the Covid-era, stretching the isolations and the silences and the pause. “two weeks. in quarantine. // learning. what dry smells like.” she writes, “learning. the difference. between. // conifers. fir. spruce. and pine. /// two weeks. of heat. and bright. and then. // the sky darkening. the thunder rumbling.”

As Carpenter’s note at the back of the collection also offers: “this writing began during my time as writer in residence in the English and Film Studies Department at the University of Alberta 2020-2021. all the buildings were closed, and gatherings were restricted, due to Covid.” I’ve long been intrigued by residency-specific poetry titles, ever since finding a copy of George Bowering’s The Concrete Island: Montreal Poems 1967-71 (Montreal QC: Vehicule Press, 1977) somewhere in the early 1990s, a title composed during Bowering’s time as writer-in-residence at Sir George Williams (which later became Concordia),. I later composed my own wild horses (Edmonton AB: University of Alberta Press, 2010) during my time at University of Alberta from 2007-8, purposely conscious of Bowering’s own prompt. Further to those, Montreal poet and translator Erín Moure’s hetronym “Eirin Moure” composed Sheep’s Vigil by a Fervent Person (Toronto ON: Anansi, 2001) out of a University of Toronto residency, and Toronto poet Margaret Christakos’ That Audible Slippage (Edmonton AB: University of Alberta Press, 2024) [see my review of such here] roughly holds to a loose temporal boundary from her time as writer-in-residence at the University of Alberta in 2017-18 (I’d be eager to hear of other examples, by the way). To hold a residency is to hold to not only a contained temporal space, but, more often than not, an entirely different geography and cultural context for a writer to enter into, which can’t not prompt at least some kind of consideration of wishing to understand this new landscape one has entered.

considering compiling a field guide.

but to what.

 

walking. with ears instead of eyes.

standing. with hands open.

 

inviting. the touch. of other creatures.

listen. they find you.

 

then. the thrum.

breath into lungs.

 

wings into air.

For those unaware, Carpenter is a Canadian-born UK-based artist, writer, and practice-led researcher, and the author of a handful of poetry books and chapbooks, most recently the curiously-bilingual Le plaisir de la côte /The Pleasure of the Coast (Pamenar Press, 2023) [see my review of such here] and Measures of Weather (Swindon UK: Shearsman Books, 2025) [see my review of such here]. What is interesting about p a u s e. is the multiplicity of approach and effect, from the author’s exploration of a different landscape and cultural space, to the “pause,” perhaps, both of attention in the moment and the away-from-home of another continent.

put the bin out. and keep going.

out the back way. down the alley way.

 

walking. through the fresh snow. falling.

following. an extremely. high frequency.

 

an earful. of bodies.

a static. of waxwings.

The book-length stretch is interesting, as well, in how Carpenter approaches this Alberta space through the uniquely British tradition of ‘walking’—see here for my review of Carpenter’s Longbarrow Press stablemate, the Leicestershire, England poet and sound artist Mark Goodwin’s fourth full-length poetry collection, Steps (2014)—providing a detailed immediacy to the landscape rarely articulated so closely (although one could say Margaret Christakos’ work attends the same attention to small detail). How the only way to truly understand this particular space is on foot. As well, Carpenter writes as the returning outsider, the self-proclaimed “migrant,” as she described as part of her February 2020 “Spotlight series” statement: “I am a migrant. An immigrant born of emigrants born of immigrants. I was born in Mi’kma’ki. In those parts in those days they used to say: you’re not from here until you have a grandfather buried here. So even where I come from, I come from away. I lived for nineteen years in English as a minority language on the French-speaking island of Montreal. In 2009 I emigrated to the island of England, where my English will forever mark me as a foreigner.” Or, as she offers, early on in the collection:

people keep asking me.

how it feels to be back.

 

in this place.

I’ve never been.

 

Canada, I guess they mean.

but what does that mean.

 

 

Friday, December 05, 2025

J.R. Carpenter, Le plaisir de la côte / The Pleasure of the Coast

  

between the ship and the quay
lies two metres of incompressible ocean 

two metres of light between the edge
of the sea and the horizon

I only recently received a copy of J.R. Carpenter’s Le plaisir de la côte /The Pleasure of the Coast (Pamenar Press, 2023), a curiously-bilingual title by the Canadian-expat UK-based artist, writer, and practice-led researcher. Carpenter is the author of a handful of books and chapbooks (such as one from above/ground, a while back), including the recent Measures of Weather (Swindon UK: Shearsman Books, 2025) [see my review of such here]. There aren’t too many Canadian writers working so purposefully across multiple languages in such a way: Erín Moure [see my review of her latest], Oana Avasilichioaei [see my review of her latest] and Nathanaël, for example, might work different threads of multiple languages through certain of their works, but less a simultaneously-produced mirror text, or counterpoint, a structure that seems closer to the novel L'homme invisible / The Invisible Man (Penumbra Press, 1981) by Franco-Canadian poet and writer Patrice Desbiens. As part of a note at the back of the collection, Carpenter writes: “In 1785 King Louis XVI appointed Lapérouse to lead an expedition around the world. The aim of this voyage was to complete the discoveries made by Cook on his three earlier voyages to the Pacific.”

Constructed as a quartet of sequences, of increments and precisions—“La côte incrémentielle / The Incremental Coast,” “La côte technique / The Technical Coast,” “La côte grammaticale / The Grammatical Coast” and “Route de La Recherche / Route of La Recherche”—Carpenter composes her accumulated moments across a great distance; composing a line, a study, around an invisible centre, slowly given shape. Further to her articulations around the weather and attending language, Carpenter discovers the lyric held within such small points, distilled into a lyric of stillness, lines and absolutes. “here I enjoy an excess of precision:,” she writes, “a kind of maniacal exactitude / a descriptive madness [.]”

I leave for another world
as for a coasting voyage 

I make a sketch of the land
commencing with those parts 

which were the least liable
to change in appearance 

I savour the sway of formulas
the reversal of origins 

The ease which brings the anterior coast
back from the subsequent coast

One might think that Canadian poets, albeit but occasionally, sure to love to write about explorers, with examples including Vancouver poet George Bowering’s classic George, Vancouver (Weed/Flower Press, 1970), the late Montreal poet Robert Allen’s Magellan’s Clouds: Poems, 1971-1986 (Montreal QC: Vehicule Press, 1987) or Barrie, Ontario poet damian lopes’ poetry-multimedia installation Project X 1497-1999, his work that explored the “discovery, technology and colonialism by using the internet to re-examine Vasco da Gama’s first voyage from Portugal to Africa and South Asia in 1497-99,” although none, one might say as well, in any kind of straightforward way. For Carpenter, the details of her particular explorer are utilized as building blocks into something else, something other; utilizing the structures of language, document and philosophy, blending and repurposing elements to allow for a new line composed down her own articulations of coast, as she offers as part of her note at the end of the collection:

The title and much of the text in this work borrows from Roland Barthes, The Pleasure of the Text (1975). The word ‘text’ has been replaced with the word ‘coast’ throughout. The détourned philosophy is intermingled with sketches and excerpts from the scientific writing by the French hydrographer Charles François Beautemps-Beaupré, Introduction to the Practice of Nautical Surveying (1823). Artistry, philosophy, hydrography — what’s missing. Ah, yes, fiction. And women. This gap is filled by Suzanne, the first-person narrator of Suzanne et le Pacific. In this early novel by Jean Giraudoux, published in 1921, a young French woman wins a trip around the world. She become shipwrecked, and survives alone on a Pacific island in roughly the same region surveyed by Beautemps-Beaupré 1791-1793.

I have retained certain antiquated syntax from these texts. I have appropriated, exaggerated, détourned, corrected, and corrupted both the original French and the English translations of these texts. Who, then, is the author of this work? The author is not dead. The author is multiple: multimedia, multilingual, polyvocal. “Which body?” Barthes asks, “We have several.”

This work is imperfectly bilingual. All errors in translation, transcription, and interpretation are my own.

 

Tuesday, January 19, 2021

12 or 20 (small press) questions with Brian Lewis on Longbarrow Press

Longbarrow Press is a Sheffield-based independent poetry publisher with a reputation for work that explores the intersections of landscape, history and memory. Titles range across various formats, including hardbacks, pamphlets, boxes and CDs. Since the launch of our first publications in 2006, we’ve developed an eclectic programme of events, including poetry walks, exhibitions and collaborations with musicians and filmmakers, alongside a growing online archive of field recordings based on our visits to canals, chapels and sea caves in Yorkshire and beyond. Our parallel journey in print has also unfolded with an emphasis on innovation. An ethos of craft and care informs this preoccupation with ‘the book as object’, and helps to ensure that the format of publication is always a sympathetic response to the poem.

Brian Lewis is the editor and publisher of Longbarrow Press. He is also an essayist, curator, and poet. His publications include East Wind (Gordian Projects, 2016), an account of a walk across the Holderness peninsula, and White Thorns (Gordian Projects, 2017), based on a series of walks through the Isle of Axholme. Red Flags, a lyrical exploration of the north coast of Kent, will be published by Ma Bibliothèque in 2021.  

1 – When did Longbarrow Press first start? How have your original goals as a publisher shifted since you started, if at all? And what have you learned through the process?

The press was launched with an event in Sheffield in April 2006, which marked the publication of our first two titles, though we’d been (tentatively, informally) active for a year or two at this point. The fundamental goals – to work collaboratively, to develop and maintain an ethos of craft and care, to make interesting objects in which form and content reflect and support each other – haven’t changed, but the means by which we try to achieve them almost certainly have. I’ve learned more than I could have anticipated, and more than I can recount here; it’s difficult to separate the aesthetic (design / layout) from the technical (printing, proofreading, formatting) from the critical (editorial discussions and decisions). More than anything, I’m mindful of that which I’ve learned from others – the poets and artists with whom I’ve worked over the years – and how their contributions have influenced the direction of the press. I’m still learning.

2 – What first brought you to publishing?

It was unintentional, and, at first, incidental. In the early 2000s, I worked as an administrator in the financial services industry, and spent much of my spare time photographing bits of southern England. The office was usually deserted after 5pm, and I started to misuse the equipment, making photocopies of the photographs and copies of the copies. The poet Andrew Hirst (aka photographer Karl Hurst) invited me to collaborative with him on a sequence of poems and images, which took shape over a couple of years. As we didn’t know who to approach, or how we might approach them, we decided to set up a small imprint through which we might publish the work. I had no formal experience of design, printing, editing, or publishing, but I’d resolved to try to do everything myself, so it was a gradual (and intermittently disastrous) process of trial and error. It was problematic, but there was some interest from audiences, and creative momentum, so it made sense to work with other poets on further publications. There was no plan. There is still no plan.

3 – What do you consider the role and responsibilities, if any, of small publishing?

For me, the first and most important responsibility is to the poems, and my role, to this end, is to understand the poet’s intentions for the work. Everything else – the editorial discussion, layout, format, jacket design – flows from this understanding. The dialogue between poet and publisher should be as open as possible. I always seek to include and involve the poet at all stages of the process, from the point size of the body text to the colour of the endpapers, and this always makes a difference to the resulting object. If there is a distinction to be made between the modi operandi of small presses and that of larger publishers, perhaps it’s that the former aspire to a more open, collaborative approach.

4 – What do you see your press doing that no one else is?

I don’t know. I’m sure we’re not the only press with an ethos of craft, care, and collaboration. Our meticulous (or, in the words of my partner, ‘pathologically neat’) packaging of books for postal deliveries is fairly uncommon, I think. It takes ages, but seems to be appreciated.

5 – What do you see as the most effective way to get new chapbooks out into the world?

There’s no single method, as each publication finds a different audience. Email newsletters. The Longbarrow Press website. The growing and varied community of readers and supporters on Twitter. And – pre-pandemic – book fairs and readings.

6 – How involved an editor are you? Do you dig deep into line edits, or do you prefer more of a light touch?

It varies from publication to publication. Again, it’s often a matter of understanding the poet’s intentions for the work, and developing a working relationship that is sympathetic to this. Some collections have been reshaped through intensive dialogue; other publications have been subject to equally intensive dialogue, but have been largely unchanged by the process. I try to be a close, critical reader and proofreader, while keeping interruptions to a minimum.

7 – How do your books and pamphlets get distributed? What are your usual print runs?

The press has no formal distribution, so most of the sales are via the Longbarrow website (boosted by Twitter, email newsletters, etc), readings and launch events, and book fairs. There are a number of independent bookshops around the UK that carry our titles as well. A print run for a hardback collection is usually 500; a print run for a hand-stitched pamphlet will be somewhere between 100 and 200.

8 – How many other people are involved with editing or production? Do you work with other editors, and if so, how effective do you find it? What are the benefits, drawbacks?

It’s a one-person editorial and production team (i.e. me), but almost all of the Longbarrow jackets and covers since 2014 have benefited from varying degrees of advice and input from my partner, Emma Bolland, whose fine art background has subtly informed the development of our aesthetic. She’s contributed artwork for some of the jackets, and has made invaluable suggestions that have enhanced the designs of other books. The press was co-founded with Andrew Hirst, which made for an interesting editorial partnership in the early years; it worked well when we were in the same room, which wasn’t often (we were living 150 miles apart at that time, with limited email access, which made any collective decision-making rather difficult). Andrew stepped down a few months after the launch – amicably, voluntarily – which left me as the sole editor / publisher. I learned a lot from our discussions; how to work collaboratively, how to leave space for chance and contingency in the creative process, how to listen. And, following his departure, how to work independently, and how to work instinctively.

9 – How has being an editor/publisher changed the way you think about your own writing?

Again, I’ve learned a great deal from the poets I’ve worked with. It’s a rare privilege to be invited to read and comment on sequences and collections in varying stages of development; after a few years of this, I found that I was reading almost everything much more closely, and much more critically. It’s also helped me to understand, and develop, the potential for arranging (or rearranging) work on the page and for performance. The multiple iterations of Matthew Clegg’s Edgelands (2008) were among the earliest outcomes of this methodology; we published a pamphlet edition, comprising 50 poems, which were further subdivided into 10 themed clusters of 5 poems, and a matchbox edition, in which the full cycle of 56 poems was reordered and concertinaed on a single continuous strip. The work was also ‘dispersed’ through single-poem cards and postcards, and continually rearranged by Clegg in readings and performances. The experience (and others like it) undoubtedly informed the development of my own work, including the sequence White Thorns (Gordian Projects, 2017).

10– How do you approach the idea of publishing your own writing? Some, such as Gary Geddes when he still ran Cormorant, refused such, yet various Coach House Press’ editors had titles during their tenures as editors for the press, including Victor Coleman and bpNichol. What do you think of the arguments for or against, or do you see the whole question as irrelevant?

Perhaps it helps to look beyond small press (poetry) publishing for some answers to this question. Some of the printed objects that I’ve valued in recent years have been zines and artists’ books which might, according to some criteria, be ‘self-published’ work. J.R. Carpenter, Jean McEwan, Colin Sackett, and many others are utilising different processes and formats to create small editions of their own work (while also working with more established methods and platforms). In other words, I think the question might be less pressing (or relevant) than hitherto. I post essays and other pieces on the Longbarrow Blog (usually with some connection to the output of the press), but I’ve no intention of publishing my own writing through Longbarrow (in print), unless it was part of an anthology of essays, i.e. featuring work by Longbarrow poets. I need a degree of critical distance from my own work to re-envision it for publication, and the creative dialogue that working with another editor/publisher can offer.

11 – How do you see Longbarrow Press evolving?

Title by title. Each new collaborator, and each new project, helps to extend or reframe the scope of what is possible. Whenever a proposal has been put to me as something that would be ‘perfect for Longbarrow’, I’ve almost always declined to pursue it, as the trajectory seems predetermined. It’s necessary to be surprised and challenged and, at times, fearful, otherwise there’s not much point in going on.

12 – What, as a publisher, are you most proud of accomplishing? What do you think people have overlooked about your publications? What is your biggest frustration?

There have been many things – publications, events, working relationships – that have rewarded the efforts of the last 15 years, but the connection that the work has made with audiences has been a steady light throughout this period. It means something when people get in touch to say that they’ve enjoyed a book or a performance, and that they appreciate the care with which it’s been delivered. It’s not something that I take for granted. Have aspects of our programme been overlooked? I don’t know. People discover different things at different times. Titles that we published in 2013 are still selling today, and they’re new to the readers who encounter them. My only sources of frustration are my own limitations – technical, temporal, financial, etc – though these are hardly unique. I’m grateful for the constraints that make the work possible.

13 – Who were your early publishing models when starting out?

It’s difficult to single out presses, editors, or movements. We started out with a reasonably clear sense of what we wanted to achieve with the first few titles, and briefly imagined that what we were doing, or were trying to do, was sui generis. This naivety and confidence didn’t last long. There didn’t seem to be much small press activity in Sheffield at that time (for a city with two universities), though it’s possible that we were looking in the wrong places. West House Books, run by Alan Halsey and Geraldine Monk, were responsible for much of what was happening on the poetry scene, and were running a very interesting events series alongside an active programme of publication. A little later, I became interested in the post-war histories of UK small press publishing: the output of Migrant, Fulcrum, Tarasque, Circle, and others.

14 – How does Longbarrow Press work to engage with your immediate literary community, and community at large? What journals or presses do you see Longbarrow Press in dialogue with? How important do you see those dialogues, those conversations?

Twitter has been surprisingly useful for enabling and maintaining a dialogue with literary (and other) communities, which, for me, includes readers, writers, artists, publishers, and anyone with a passing interest. It’s been particularly helpful since the pandemic closed down many of the ‘real-world’ spaces in which these dialogues and encounters might otherwise flourish. There are many active presses who I admire and who, in turn, have been very supportive of us, including Uniformbooks, Corbel Stone Press, Essence Press, And Other Stories, Dostoyevsky Wannabe, and others. Over the years, I’ve really enjoyed, and valued, the book fairs in which Longbarrow Press has taken part, and, in particular, the annual Small Publishers Fair, directed by Helen Mitchell, that takes place in London in November. Helen has worked incredibly hard to develop the infrastructure of community, both online and offline, and it’s the site of many lasting connections between artists and publishers and writers and readers. It’s hard to imagine a world – not just a ‘literary’ world – without these dialogues.

15 – Do you hold regular or occasional readings or launches? How important do you see public readings and other events?

A reading or performance should be as thoughtfully crafted and presented as a printed object. We’ve always viewed these events as works in themselves, rather than mere occasions for sales and promotion (though audiences do buy books, without undue pressure). Over the past 15 years, we’ve collaborated with artists and musicians to present new work in galleries and theatres, alongside more ‘conventional’ (but no less creative) spoken word presentations. We’ve also developed a series of poetry walks in and around Sheffield, in which the poets are accompanied by an audience of 20 or so, and the landscape becomes a collaborative partner.

16 – How do you utilize the internet, if at all, to further your goals?

We were relative latecomers to the internet. It took me five years (from the launch of the press) to set up the Longbarrow website, but I’m glad that I took my time. It’s a visual and audio archive. It’s an index of poems and publications. It’s a sales portal. It doesn’t exist in a vacuum, of course; as I’ve mentioned, social media has been particularly helpful in directing people to the site.

17 – Do you take submissions? If so, what aren’t you looking for?

We don’t have submission windows, as our output is modest – around 2 or 3 titles each year – and time is short.

18 – Tell me about three of your most recent titles, and why they’re special.

Correspondences (2019) by Angelina D’Roza is a hand-stitched pamphlet that reflects on ‘aspects of home and distance and displacement’ (in the poet’s words). It’s a subtly and sensitively constructed work; the layering of the themes is understated, incremental, and all the more effective for this. This is a Picture of Wind (2020) is the print iteration of J.R. Carpenter’s digital work of the same name. It lies somewhere between a ‘poetic almanac’ and a ‘private weather diary’, and draws on archive material to make new weather. It was a pleasure to work with J.R. on adapting it to the dimensions of a pocket-sized hardback, and to work with Vahni Capildeo, who contributed a new sequence of poems as a ‘poetic afterword’ to J.R.’s text. Our most recent publication is Wealden, which is both a pamphlet by Nancy Gaffield, and a collaboration with The Drift (musicians Rob Pursey, Amelia Fletcher, and Darren Pilcher), the latter available as a digital download and an audio CD. It’s exciting to work across different formats, and the work (which explores the marshes, shingle, and dense woodlands of southern Kent) seems to have found an audience that is ‘new’ to us.

12 or 20 (small press) questions;