Paris Was a Woman

I never do anything with my photography or my art, I give it to friends who like it then forget about it so here is a collection of my photographs over the last few years, this one above I took in the Tate Modern and so are a few below. I have no idea who these guys were on the other one below, I took it in a flat steel wall outside the lifts.

The crack in the one above was made by Cornelia Parker I think, I think she took a mallet to the concrete, or something.

These two below are my gate lady and my gate face, I found them on old gates – they feature in The Panopticon.

Gate Lady.

Shutter My Water Tree is the one below.

I’ll put my green man below, and the falling lady, they are both in oil.

So, for now I am going to sink a jug of Pimms and pick what I am reading next weekend for the Soho Literary Boutique and then for Degenerate Sweethearts & Rebel Scum on 3rd July at the Coach and Horses. I think I’ll preview a load of poems from my new collection The Dead Queen of Bohemia at Degenerate Sweethearts. The Soho Lit Boutique is on the Friday and is partly to launch Dwang 2 so I will read from that then a few from the hardback Urchin Belle. I can hear Joe and Scurvy talking in the garden about knowing what needs to be done, Phil Ochs is playing across the garden, Scurvy ended up in hospital twice last time they went out and he still has a hole in his head, ce la vie, sayonara, sing it again Sam and shimmy always, here is some Gertrude Stein Jxx

Rose Grotto

I was reading Li Po last night. ‘Long since I turned to my East Ranges: How many times have their roses bloomed?’ The East Ranges are in the Chekiang province, I have never been but I would love to visit, Li Po was writing about a poet he was inspired by called Duke Hsieh’s dancers, the roses refer to the Rose Grotto. There is a legend that said the Duke would get his beautiful dancing girls directly from the Rose Grotto – as if they were really fairies. The Duke in this poem isn’t his favourite though – that was Duke Hsieh Ling-yun, a fifth century eccentric poet. There was also Hsieh T’iao. A lot of Hsieh. I too have been trying to embrace the moon lately and I have been messing about on boats also. I spent hours in a pedalo watching reeds and reflections, ducks and a terrapin, very mellow. I love the absurdity in a lot of Li Po, and the length of poetry titles such as: Coming Down From Chung-Nan Mountain By Hu-Szu’s Hermitage, He Gave Me Rest For the Night And Set Out the Wine. I love that. The poem itself is just totally simple, Li Po remembering a good night out at a friends, perhaps not much has changed in some ways since 701-62 and now. I like his simplicity, I like his nature, I like his wine and his moon and his words. Check out this, absurdly it is Jodie Foster reading The River Merchant’s Wife – A Letter By Ezra Pound, taken from a poem by Li Po and translated by Ernest Fenollosa.

Anyhow, moons and boats and wine aside, I have two poetry readings coming up. I will be reading at the Book Club Boutique on the 2nd July from Dwang and alongside other writers who are in Dwang 2 so that is pretty cool, then on the 3rd July it will be Degenerate Sweethearts & Rebel Scum at The Coach and Horses which will be a great night. Midst that I got my degree, a First Class Honours with grades well beyond, well just well beyond, having left school so young I am glad to have taken it on and done it, you know, good. Here is Can doing Mushroom from Tago Mago, am off to look for the Rose Grotto Jxx

Urchin Belle, Dunedin Gallery

Urchin Belle, Jenni Fagan


Urchin Belle, Jenni Fagan

February 2010

Edition of 50, Hardcover, 32 pages. Woodblock cover illustration.

Published by Kilmog Press

ISBN: 978-0-9864567-7-0

Urchin Belle is a debut collection that combines a genuine poetic originality with a piercing clarity. This is a voice born out of a life lived on the edges of society. The erotic and mundane collide with the surreal and extreme to produce a voice at once beguiling, shocking and entirely unapologetic. The stories of those living within and outside the system recur alongside the kind of raw erotic base need that leaves the reader wanting more.

About the author:

Jenni Fagan is a poet, playwright and novelist. She represented Scotland as a young playwright and has had plays read at Edinburgh Festival and in Athens. Since her birth in 1977, Fagan has had three legal names, moved forty times, travelled, and played in bands.Urchin Belle is her first poetry collection to be published (available in the UK from Blackheath books). Jenni was recently awarded funding by Dewar Arts Awards to write for three years and gain a degree. She lives in London with her two cats and is completing her fiction novelThe Panopticon.

$45.00

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