Happy September 1st! Happy new term, new chapter, new season, new books, new shoes, new pencil case, new jobs, new projects, new home, new loves and new beginnings. I can feel all the newness today.
Springfield Road will arrive next week at the Unbound HQ, so please look out for your postman to deliver your copies or order it in your favourite bookshops! Thank you! Happy conkering! Happy scrumping!
'Fishing in The Aftermath' Review by Tim Wells, Rising Magazine
"It’s about time! A collection of the salacious Salena Godden’s poetry is soooo overdue. Well done on Burning Eye for getting this sorted for one of the best spoken word talents Blighty has to offer. There’s no shortage of insightful, exciting work here and a measured introduction, yeah that’s large measures, gives context to Salena’s career since starting out as a poet to becoming one of the best loved readers banging the gun.
I was pleased to see so many old faves that I remember the girl tripping out in bars across London in the early ‘90s; Eyes Like Woodlice, My Side of the Bar, The Rosemary Branch and of course Cervical Smear. Salena quickly propped the bar and out sauced the dour sour sweary poets by swearing and smiling at the same time! Not one to stand still she was quickly following these with the likes of I’m Gonna Move to Hastings, The Good Cock, and I Want Love. And it’s not all rumpus, there’s a tender tribute to much missed Noo Yawk poet Cheryl B that brought a tear to my eye. And that’s the beauty of Salena Godden. The curly hair, swearing and smile are awesome enough but she’s also a hard-gigging, hard-working, soft-hearted bookworm who knows the consolation that words can offer. Whisper it.
It’s a delight to finally see stone-cold, but not sober, classic Imagine You Had To Lick It! in a book. Anyone who’s heard the poem will never hear the word ‘imagine’ again in quite the same way. Run to buy this book … Run! Run!!” Tim Wells / Rising Magazine
RISING Launch of Issue 62 Party - Saturday 30th August at Vout O Reenee’s, the Crypt of 30 Prescot Street, London, E1 8BB
Fishing In The Aftermath Poems 1994-2014’ by Salena Godden OUT NOW with Burning Eye Books
The indefinable black, punk, feminist poet, writer and performer; most succinctly termed by Kerrang as ‘Everything the Daily Mail is terrified of,’ Salena Godden talks tears, laughter and the poetry of toilet walls and lovers
Fishing In The Aftermath: “…the page and stage debate is just old and tired and rinsed out and squeezed… it’s bollocks.” Salena takes a free and borderless approach to words, refusing to allow form to label her work. “Basically a good poem will be written on a toilet wall, a good poem will be whispered in the ear of your lover, a good poem will be remembered and recited to people sitting about at three in the morning drinking a bottle of whisky, going ‘this line, it moved me, I related to it.’”
There are more important arguments for the writer than how their work is compartmentalised she believes, more prominent roles. “As a poet I believe your job is to narrate the times, you are making the document of our times in the way a journalist can’t….”
Springfield Road: “I looked everywhere for a book which could describe my era, the late 70s and early 80s, and I couldn’t find it. Even more so from a little afro, National Health glasses girl, sitting there just observing.” This is the role she feels she has taken in life, beginning at a young age. “I was an observer as a child, I just sat there watching, making shapes out of clouds but also making shapes out of the adults and the people above me.” It wasn’t only her age which legitimised this position; all aspects of her culture, race and upbringing made her a perfect storm. Her father was a white Irish jazz musician of talent, having played on Sergeant Pepper and with Miles Davis and Salena Jones (from whom she takes her name), her mother a black go-go dancer….
Read More HERE
'Cervical Smear' taken from ‘Fishing In The Aftermath Poems 1994-2014’
by Salena Godden published this summer 2014 by Burning Eye Books
This week I’m recording all 250 pages, over 90,000 words in the studio…
"and yet again my present is illuminated by a light from the past, just like a lighthouse." #springfieldroad / Unbound
'the old lie, Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori” Wilfred Owen
New blog: Waiting For Godden
"My generation is amazing, we invented machines to enhance communication, to share ideas and points of debate and we have been given the ability to translate books, poetry and language, to seek a greater understanding of our differences, our sameness, our madness, our saneness. We can travel in time and space. We have ascertained that mankind are all flesh, that humankind are all equal, that all life is sacred, that there is no god and no religion that condones the intentional spread of disease, murder and famine. But the village idiots have decided that this idealism isn’t financially interesting or beneficial, the village idiots do not care about the planet or the lives of innocent civilians…." Salena Godden Read more
"She was warm, bold and brilliant. The life and soul. The poems were honest, dirty, funny. They spoke of an artist’s life, tumbling in and out of bars, class A’s at oddball parties, sexual encounters, weird walks home, odd jobs, comedowns and rundown flats.”
NEW out today from Gareth Rees
"I could never understand how she got so much writing done. It was heroic, really…”
"…there was ‘Salena Saliva’ in Bukowski mode, a fictional character she developed on the hoof, and performed on the city’s stage. Then there was the fiercely disciplined Salena Godden who locked herself away for days and laboured at her poems, turning her experiences into art"
Marilyn Monroe died this day, August 5th 1962.
“Only parts of us will ever touch only parts of others.”
Here’s a link to her unpublished poetry, check it out: click here
Sabrina Mahfouz reading #fishingintheaftermath
"Everyone should at some point in their lives read Salena Godden’s book. There are stories and poems in there that will follow you into sleep and dreams. Check the Burning Eye website for copies.” Anthony Anaxagorou