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Green Fields

Missing Glastonbury and all the other summer festivals? Fear not as we have the perfect collection of poems for you to enjoy and while away those long summer evenings.

Green Fields – sorted for poems celebrates music and the music festival. Featuring thirty six new poems from some of your favourite contemporary poets, let us transport you from the desert festivals to the green field of Glastonbury via the Isle of White.

With poems inspired by Marsden Jazz Festival, Underneath the Stars, Leeds and Reading and V98 there is something for every music and festival lover in this unique collection.

Normally priced at £10.00, to celebrate what would have been Glastonbury’s 50th festival the book is now available for a limited time for only £8.00 from our on-line shop. Price includes free UK post and packing.

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Enjoy!

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Green Fields: sorted for songs

The time has come – check whether your favourite made it onto the festival mix-tape.

Play loud at 17.45 and together, in our minds, let’s meet on the ledge. Enjoy!

Here’s the list:

Intro: Pink Floyd v David Bowie
I Wanna Be Adored – Stone Roses
Starman – David Bowie
Can’t Stop – Red Hot Chilli Peppers
Touch the Sky – Kanye West
All You Good Good People – Embrace
Sorted For Es and Whizz – Pulp
Hey Joe – Jimi Hendrix
Jolene – Dolly Parton
No Surprises – Radiohead
Meet Me On the Ledge – Fairport Convention
Any Colour You Like – Pink Floyd

Mixed by DeC – from the kitchen 2020.

 

We hope you’ve enjoyed our virtual launch of Green Fields over on the Poetry Village during week – here’s a fitting end from one of our editors with a few memories of better times.

In the End (festival party)

The garden is tiered
and falls away from the house
towards the one road
that leads both in and out.
As bright as any ocean
against the sky blue,
the trees that we planted
are now shaped by
storms, their shadows
part of the land.

Together we paint signs:
Green Fields, Shangri-La,
and Cirque du Soleil,
that point our guests
past lavender, rosemary
and thyme and on towards
the shelter of leaf-light
and the Maytree hedge
that offers shelter
from so much unknown.

Then the fire is lit:
Ian downs a Pot Noodle cup
full of local ale;
Wendy paints the moon
and stars above a child’s eyes
as Michael recites poetry
to a small but appreciative crowd.

Later we find Zak,
half asleep and seeking something
he’ll never find at the bottom
of Gardenia’s best Tupperware.
Three months from now
the good souls will stand shoulders
with him at the crematorium.
They’ll wear black.

And all this is pretend.
Hushed voices circle past trees
towards stars eclipsed
by distant city lights.
The dawn will soon cast a mix
of pinks, blues and a new green
over the tiered garden washed
clean with summer dew.
Then the birdsong: first a solo,
tentative, before a chorus
of call and response.
The sky still holds a moon.
Only sometimes can we feel
the Earth’s dizzying spin.

David Coldwell

 

 

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Green Fields: sorted for poems

Throughout the modern age artists, performers, poets and musicians have rallied the battle-cry that the show must go on and continued to amaze and entertain beyond adversity. No more. Today the music venues, concert halls, theatres and clubs are empty as we look towards unknown futures. We see flood waters recede leaving green fields that once played host to summer festivals that will now only offer solitude in a land confused with itself.

Watching the news, it was with some inevitability that the launch of our new anthology Green Fields would succumb to the virus but we were still deeply saddened and shocked to hear that the whole of the Huddersfield Literature Festival was cancelled. Whilst we hope to see some of the festival events re-arranged, unfortunately due to other commitments later in the year and the number of readers involved it’s simply not possible to re-arrange another event for Green Fields.

Green Fields will be released on the 25 March and you can pre-order now to make sure that you’re one of the first to receive this wonderful collection of poems inspired by music and music festivals. Whilst we can’t pretend that poetry will make the world a better place we can say that Green Fields is the perfect antidote to our current situation. Let us transport you to the hazy lazy summer days, filled with music and love.

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Kaiser Cheese

Eyesh tryna get in
Eyesh tryna she Kaiser Cheese
Eyesh shaving up all year
Eyesh adshum bevvies on coash

Bounsher dushnt lemme in
Nosh fish shtate he shez
Eyesh shed you black you black eyesh shed
Thashit enough he shez and chush me out

Oushide Shraymansh
Eyesh mesh fish Fishfaysh man
From Shalfur Harfish Shellowfish
And Fishfaysh shez

Geeshush nailed to crosh
For my shin

Ed Reiss

 

Underneath the Stars
The people have no wish to be a ‘folk’ – Bertolt Brecht

We’re a fair field full of folk,
assembled here for music in the last,
long August days of sunshine,
in a Barnsley hinterland as beautiful
as any Tuscan landscape.

We are modern people: friends and families
from everywhere, and though we love
our shared mythology — green fields, green men,
chalk horses, standing stones and sullen ghosts
on still more sullen moors — we’re wary

of what those who’d have us be ‘a folk’,
would do with it: plunge us in blood
and ancient hatred; re-fight wars whose hell
few now live on to recollect; make us so scared
of what’s outside, we’re pliant to their will.

We are gathered in the big tent. Billy Bragg
tells us he isn’t ‘folk’ and sings words from a world
as anxious and dishonest as our own. He sings us
You fascists are bound to lose: we sing it back
three thousand voices underneath the stars.

Mike Farren