That’s not a typo. I did say “bog.” You’ll understand soon enough.
Happy birthday to poet Stevie Smith, born Florence Margaret Smith. Had she lived she would be 114 years old today, though I’m sure she’d be annoyed about it. As it was she lived only 69 years, and while you may know nothing about her at all, I guarantee that she was an influence to many contemporary poets, maybe even you? Nobody, especially in the UK, was writing the way she was at the time.
Below, in the first video, I talk a bit about that and read her poem “Pretty,” originally recorded on my YouTube channel six years ago. The still shot for that is kinda weird, but I’ll leave it there for posterity. In 2012, I wrote more extensively about Stevie and recorded the second video, “Our Bog is Dood.” There’s the bog I was talking about. Check out the discussion on that piece, and ponder the implications. Feel free to add to it. I never really shut my comments off. Oh, and there’s a tiny bit of a blooper reel at the end of that clip, as I was kind of on a blooper kick at the time.
The final of the three videos here is a musical adaptation (I was too late for Music Monday) of her piece, “Not Waving But Drowning,” sung by the magnificent Tanita Takarim, a B side to her 1995 single, “I Might Be Crying.” I can see why these two songs were paired together.
So, happy birthday, Stevie. I like your spunk, I appreciate your wisdom, and I love your style. Thanks for contributing to the world of modern poetry. You do not get credit enough.