{"id":430,"date":"2007-09-15T03:14:00","date_gmt":"2007-09-15T11:14:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/?p=430"},"modified":"2007-09-15T03:14:00","modified_gmt":"2007-09-15T11:14:00","slug":"bill-griffiths-1948-2007","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/bill-griffiths-1948-2007\/","title":{"rendered":"Bill Griffiths (1948-2007)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/RuvEMq02SxI\/AAAAAAAAAVo\/ysvxebnDzJc\/s1600-h\/images.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 109px; height: 130px;\" data-src=\"http:\/\/2.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/RuvEMq02SxI\/AAAAAAAAAVo\/ysvxebnDzJc\/s400\/images.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110393924115385106\" border=\"0\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" \/><\/a><br \/><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/RuvEM602SyI\/AAAAAAAAAVw\/trtMgSpLO_o\/s1600-h\/minime.jpg\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;\" data-src=\"http:\/\/3.bp.blogspot.com\/_IwnSQPl-J_I\/RuvEM602SyI\/AAAAAAAAAVw\/trtMgSpLO_o\/s400\/minime.jpg\" alt=\"\" id=\"BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110393928410352418\" border=\"0\" src=\"data:image\/svg+xml;base64,PHN2ZyB3aWR0aD0iMSIgaGVpZ2h0PSIxIiB4bWxucz0iaHR0cDovL3d3dy53My5vcmcvMjAwMC9zdmciPjwvc3ZnPg==\" class=\"lazyload\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<div style=\"text-align: justify;\">The sad news just in that poet &amp; friend Bill Griffiths died on 12 September. No details yet, though Tom Pickard&#8217;s message to <a href=\"http:\/\/tomraworth.com\/notes\/index.php\">Tom Raworth<\/a> suggests heart attack. The tough-looking  ex-biker who showed up in 1973 on my doorsteps at Stanhope Gardens, London, sent by Eric Mottram, wearing his colors and love\/ hate tattoos on his knuckles,  shyly proposed a sheaf of poems for SIXPACK, the magazine I was editing at the time. Those were brilliant poems, like nothing that was being done in UK poetry at the time &amp; I immediately published his <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Cycles on Dover Borstal<\/span> in <span style=\"font-weight: bold;\">Sixpack 3\/4<\/span> (they would later constitute his first book, <span style=\"font-style: italic;\">Cycles<\/span>, published by Writers Forum in 1974.). Bill would go on to work with Bob Cobbing, become a major small press publisher, a doctored Professor of Anglo-Saxon literature, a specialist in regional dialects and Northumbrian lore &amp; narratives \u2013 and one of England&#8217;s finest poets of his generation. He remained among the most modest and gentlest of human beings it was my pleasure to meet. Here is the opening section of the first poem of his I published back then:<\/p>\n<blockquote><p>CYCLES ON DOVER BORSTAL<\/p>\n<p>Ictus!<br \/>As I ain&#8217;t ever like to be still but<br \/>Kaleidoscope,<br \/>Lock and knock my sleeping.<\/p>\n<p>Within<br \/>The complex of the fort against the French, Dover,<br \/>&#8216;S mighty imperfection: fits to the sea.<br \/>The moat (and ported, kinging the blue) closed, so built-made and the salty<br \/>   grass and rubble of chalk growing.<br \/>Writing the chalk \u2013\u2013 kid<br \/>Shout for separation.<\/p>\n<p>The ships, turquoise,<br \/>Cutting open the sea<br \/>Smiling killing<br \/>O.K.<\/p>\n<p>The day opens up, is pale;<br \/>Opens free, to me<br \/>My hands lightened, head,<\/p>\n<p>At running in the sun<br \/>I thought<br \/>This serious, my world is.<\/p>\n<p>The sky blue<br \/>The barbwire is German<br \/>Made with razorblades<br \/>Buckets of strong yellow.<\/p>\n<p>Do you know it&#8217;s the sea?<br \/>The speaking sound<br \/>And I woke like a dragon&#8217;s dream<br \/>Taut-limb around and my teeth were avid<br \/>In wonder<br \/>The gross gates got to<br \/>Fit<br \/>Like clothing fits<\/p>\n<p>You&#8217;re you<br \/>And I ain&#8217;t anyone but you.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The sad news just in that poet &amp; friend Bill Griffiths died on 12 September. No details yet, though Tom Pickard&#8217;s message to Tom Raworth suggests heart attack. The tough-looking ex-biker who showed up&#46;&#46;&#46;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-430","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=430"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/430\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=430"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=430"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pierrejoris.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=430"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}