The Global Laureate has no choice but to dedicate themselves unto the Liberation, the Unification & the Education of Humanity. I have only been in the role officially for a few months now, so it is still early days, but to adhere to the three job specs, so to speak, I am creating three texts. These are The New Truth (Liberation) a universal language (Unification) & a purification my Humanology piece (Education), which is itself based on the Kural of Thiruvalluvar. I am also in the middle of transcreating the 24 poems from international 24 poets published by Gingko as A New Divan. The idea is to translate these transcultural pieces into my new language as its first ever text – a neat choice, I think, reflecting an international sangam of poets.
872 AD : Colga mcConnagann abbot of Kynnetty, the best and elegantest Poet in the kingdome, and their cheefest chronicler, died.
The Annals of Clonmacnoise
Poetry, that distillation of the human experience through the saga & symphony of words, has been the chief pursuit & soul-motor of my life, thus far. In the final months of my twenty-first year, upon the 1997 ‘Day of Fools’, I left forever my student accomodation at 66 Sackville Street, Barnsley, clutching a yellow suitcase full of poetry books. A romantic, but rather a cumberous moment, I had decided I was to be a poet, & a poet, since then, I have become. A decade after my embarkation, when settled into my Wordsworthian temple in East Lothian, Heather Lodge, I began to realise that I was in fact slam-dunk in the middle of a twenty year course of training as a bardic druid, i.e. a Pendragon. Indeed, this very book & others I have been recently publishing mark the end of my studies, so to speak.
‘In their schools they are said to learn by heart’ wrote Julius Ceasar about the Celtic bards of Gaul, ‘an extraordinary number of lines, and in consequence sometimes to remain under instruction for as many as twenty years.’ My own ‘twenty years’ instruction commenced about the 20th May 1997, when in a small thin notebook I wrote my first brief ‘Philosophy of Poetry’ as a lily-eyed, 20-year-old initiate into the artform which would soon come to dominate my life. Early edicts contained in that juvenile essay include;
Poetry is the poet’s psychotherapy
Poets are sublimely arrogant beasts of Divine Inspiration
Poems can be worked on, like a gardener tending his roses, & often sprout seeds which lead to other poems
Poetry is my bastion, my own safe haven from the world
Since etching down those wee ditiches I have lived thro’ significant periods when I have turn’d away from the paths of composition & exercise, surveying instead with some intensity the mechanics of my chosen art. This book is an assemblage of three of these periods, in which I felt intellectually obliged to make a serious attempt at a poetical thesis.
The first led to a final assembly & edit of essays upon the gorgeous Sicilian island of Marettimo between December 2006 & January 2007. The second period arose just I was beginning to approach the close of my ‘twenty years’ training; over the span of a couple of months in early 2015, I created a number of Pendragon Lectures at my base back home in Burnley, Lancashire, a delightfully authentic weaver’s cottage on Laithe Street. The third essay period – something of a Pendragon dissertation – was undertaken while on a family holiday in Crete, July 2017, a little over two decades since I had departed Barnsley with that soft leather suitcase as golden as the sun! I am also affixing the first two pieces of my ‘American Poets’ series, which will be expanded on in a later edition of these Essays.