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(Then the overlaps. Paintings of the 1950s refunctioned as photocopy texts in the 1990s. Musical instruments punctuating the voice.) Predicting the weatherAnother favourite of mine is his contribution to Kelvin Corcoran's 1994 satirical anthology attacking the 90s poetic orthodoxy, Short Attention Span. Cobbing takes Liz Lochhead's already absurd simile (praised by Elle magazine), 'A good fuck makes me feel like custard', to its permutational limits: 'a quick shag makes me feel like jelly/ . . . rock 'n roll makes me feel like rolypoly'. Pitchblend (1994). Pitch-black negotiated by vectoral material and magnified sections, more overlapping than blending, the corners of torn fragments visible. Pitches in performance, of course. Triptych 10 (1995) was triply written, published and first performed, as a memorial for Eric Mottram, on March 3 1995, with electronic treatment by John Whiting. Cobbing's eyes moving steadily, a low working across the pages (each of the three sheets resembling the less mobile leopard-spotted pages of Congruence), as Whiting re-worked the voice. Dip and rise: exploring his carefully arranged pools of inklessness. As Eric himself wrote, in the introduction to Cobbing's 13th volume of Collected Poems, Voice Prints (from which many of my 90s examples are drawn): 'The issue of what images instigate what sounds, and the lengths and tones and volumes of the performance are left to the combined sense of a particular occasion.' 5 Who wants to Start? (With Sightings and Jottings 1993-1995) I bought Triptych 10 at the Writers Forum Workshop - 'Bob's workshop' everybody calls it - on March 4 1995. I'd been a regular attender for the previous two years, and I wonder why it took me 20 years to become so. The atmosphere of the Victoria pub, Mornington Terrace, London, on these occasions is unique, as well as convivial: unlike a reading (though books are launched regularly) and a million miles away from the stylistic fascism of so many 'creative writing' 'workshops'. You can read, perform, show anything you wish. You can be an absolute beginner or a seasoned old hand. The lack of critical response you'll receive (other than 'Read it again, slower' from Bob) is, I believe, intentional. Bob facilitates, offers yet another structure for experiment, but allows the participant to learn from his or her own experience, to develop personal (or non-standard) criteria, essential in the alternative poetries. If it's rubbish you'll learn to hear that it is. I always take something new and it nearly always feels like I'm giving my first public reading again. On the edge, where I believe Bob wants us to be. 'A morning mucking around with prose passages to read at Bob's workshop, which I did and realised that my texts were rubbish.' Aaron Williamson panting after his volcanic roaring . . . Miles Champion, a whispering patter, his first reading in public . . . Scott Thurston's second book launched, earnest and assertive . . . An African woman with children's stories . . . Adrian Clarke's latest rapid section from the latest sequence, the black spring back binder . . . Harry Gilonis saves a beer glass from the pool table as George Villeneau dances around his flute .... Hugh Metcalfe throws a banana which hits unperturbed 15 year old Aimée-shirin Daruwala, reading in public for the first time . . . 'It's fucking Charles Dickens up there.' . . . The whole workshop on February 19 1994 performing a sound text . . . 'Trying out my three voice piece with Adrian and Lawrence, not a success' . . . Patrick Fetherston rises to his feet to declaim one of his gnomic, improvised fables . . . Bill Griffiths gracefully re-launches Cycles from 1970 . . . Stephen Farrell Sheppard's first phonetic poem, snatched by Harry Gilonis for publication . . . Lawrence Upton improvising a marvellous, irrecoverable text from that day's newspaper photos; a sly smile of success as he sits down: June 19 1994 . . . Bob and Adrian being Maggie O'Sullivan and Bruce Andrews for the launch of Excla . . . Connie Sirr reeling from the whisky, as she eulogises the latest blend . . . The austerity of Johan DeWit's serial Statements . . . Canadian Lisa Robertson's XEclogue: passing through London . . . 'The risk of such an enterprise is astonishing' . . . Jennifer Pike, dressed in her own computer graphic, holding a large sheet of magnifying perspex before her, distorts the text individually for each member of the audience . . . 'it makes me tremble' . . . Bob and Hugh turn Betty Radin's postmodern adverts into soundtracks for their own unlikely broadcast . . . 'Nervous it's so raw' . . . Cris Cheek makes us all read his text, the effect too dense; he laughs, and we stop . . . Patricia Farrell, at Bob's request, performs her prints as visual poems, continues each session . . . Rantin' Ritchie's outrage at the liberties of soundtext performance . . . Eamer O'Keefe, busily revising a wordprocessed script up to the moment she reads . . . Gilbert Adair's annual Jizz Rim Singapore return reading . . . Paul Dutton, from Toronto, hands clasped before him, a barrel of sounds . . . Gabi Tyrell performing - often improvising - with gestures: mid-poem, she almost strangles me . . . AW Kindness . . . Pierre Garnier, a name from the Emmett Williams ('the 'orizontal is t'female, the fertical is the male'); ditto Lora-Totino, climbing an invisible tower of words, poesia athletica . . . Nicholas Johnson's fascinating Loup, leaving out the line 'fuck off you' as he reads, in deference to Stephen . . . Ulli Freer's occasional sample from the developing TM . . . Mottram's Motley launch: 'Very crowded. Very friendly, and bridges built (I think)', December 17 1994 . . . John McRae's Poetry of (alphabetic) sequence, humour invading, week by week, the formal austerity of its system . . . Stan Trevor's sexual exploits, 1948 . . . 'Bob denting the chair with his Flexitone' . . . Keith Musgrove, from the pages of Nuttall's Bomb Culture, re-appears: his dream of Eric's wooden leg . . . Peter ('it's good to have no words in your first book') Manson, with a text structured on the 12 vowels of his Glaswegian ideolect . . . Thelonious too shy to read . . . Dimitri Prigov, Russian yell-poet, with the story of what to do with a maquette of Stalin, April 15 1995. And Bob, himself, always has something new, a set of prints on the floor, or a new publication (particularly since November 1994, a new Domestic Ambient Noise, the whole series stretching the pool table). And he always performs, sometimes with new collaborators. Explorations of text and context. The collective process of the Workshop and the individual processes of its participants, especially Bob, continue. 6 Domestic Ambient Boys Domestic Ambient Noise by Bob Cobbing and Lawrence Upton threatens to out process Cobbing's major Processual project (1987). Seventeen booklets have been published since October 1994 to date (the end of April 1995). These alternating booklets (one 'theme' by one, and six 'variations' by the other, poet) are regularly launched at the workshops, usually as loud shouting contests but once, at least, as delicate sighs. It is the overall process, by which their sound texts merge, that fascinates me. The procedures of Cobbing and Upton are well-matched and productive, because dissimilar. Whereas Cobbing's variations are quite precisely versions (like many of his own sequences of the 90s) on the text of Upton's selected, Upton's 'variations' involve the addition of new material, possibly in response to the theme, but possibly to counterpoint Cobbing's procedures. Well-matched, because Cobbing can process anything new that's thrown at him. The dot and squiggly oval of an April 1995 text (isbn 586) can become the knots of Cobbing's over-printed, enlarged variation. And Lawrence may well take one of these to process himself or to use as a springboard for new material, or - as he alarmingly did in April's 587 - to re-introduce Cobbing's processing of his own 'starter' from the first booklet (558). This starter was a strict Peircean icon/index/symbol: a sign from an international freight package (for example, an umbrella icon meaning: 'keep contents dry'). Cobbing's overprinting, distortion and enlargement of these leave an impression of a double umbrella floating through numbers on a scaffolding (January 1995 - 566). And here it is again, that image, torn into strips and juxtaposed with other recycled and new images. The procedures and processes continue. There is talk of a boxed set. [By October 1997, nearly 150 booklets completed and published, there is talk of 300 booklets.] 7 Two Lessons (Revisited) Bob Cobbing's work and his many activities (I haven't even mentioned The Association of Little Presses) are extraordinary in their own rights. But they are also, personally speaking, parts of my life in very profound ways. The lessons I learnt in 1973, and the lessons I am still learning in 1995, guide my activities as a writer in an almost ethical way. That may sound a bit pompous, but what I really want to say to Bob is thank you for everything when everything is so much. April 1995 And 9 July 1995 Afterword, mid-1999: This article had just been published in Far Language, a collection of Robert Sheppard's shorter reviews, articles and poetics pieces, which is available from Stride Publications, 11 Sylvan Road, Exeter, Devon, EX4 6EW, for 6.95 pounds (sterling); ISBN 1 900152 51 7. Domestic Ambient Noise has continued from the very early stages described here into a projected 300 booklet project; about 200 have to date (August 1999) been completed. They are all published by Writers Forum. The press itself continues and has now published well over 800 pamphlets. There is talk of another anthology as number 1000, to place with the 750th publication, Verbi Visi Voco, which collected the work of all Writers Forum writers, and Word Score Utterance Choreography, which was a compendium of world writers who specialise in both linear and visual materials. Writers Forum can be contacted at 89a Petherton Road, London, N5 2QT, UK. 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