Live poetry 1967 (Pete Roche)

Found - a 1967 Corgi paperback Love, love, love: the new love poetry. It was edited by Pete Roche the subject of a recent jot where he wrote disparagingly of the Cavern Club (1964). Three years later in the height of the Hippie era we find him editing this attractive book with psychedelic covers by Haphash and the Coloured Coat. His introduction celebrates the revival of 'live' poetry - which is still going strong. There follows a poem by him, other contributors included Adrian Henri, Adrian Mitchell, Roger McGough, Carlyle Reedy, Libby Houston, Spike Hawkins, Brian Patten...

… the recent increase in the popularity of poetry readings, particularly among younger people. The success in this respect of the Liverpool poets (all of whom are included here) and of what has been called The Great Liverpool Experiment have already been well documented. But this new interest in oral poetry is by no means confined to Merseyside: the readings organised by Tom Pickard in Newcastle, by Alan Jackson in Edinburgh, by Mike Horovitz and Pete Brown in London and the growing number of readings in other towns and cities throughout the country - all bear witness to the increasing demand for living poetry, poetry that talks to people in the direct and comprehensible way. It is no coincidence that virtually all of the poets in this book, when discussing their work, are quick to stress the value of these live performances. 

And it is this quite novel situation - young poets reading their work to predominantly young audiences - that is giving the poetry of the mid-sixties its distinctive character, is investing it (whatever faults in technique one may find in  individual poems) with a vigour and a feeling for the realities of life that have been absent from English poetry for too long. 

Connections by Peter Roche

Missing the bus to Hammersmith
Means you miss the train to Leicester Square
Which means in turn (and following
The ghastly business to its
Logical conclusion) that you miss
The overnight express
At Euston;
A kind of chaos that will not stand
Over-close inspection
(The name of the game is Connections)

Naked in darkness, fumbling, tumbling
Together, any minute now one or both of us
Will burst out laughing, and as for me
I'm all for leaving the light on, but
The meter's just gone - which
Being so, we fumble on, quite unaware
That we are, in fact, 
Pushing in
Different directions
(The name of the game is Connections)

Words like Hello and Goodbye sound much the same 
When spoken from the bottom of a well;
It's hard to tell whether people are singing
Inside their heads; beds creak louder
In the dark; missing the mark
Is worse that missing trains.
Naked in cities, tumbling, fumbling for
Friends, regretting the way love tends to lead
To logical rejections (And the name of the game 
Is Connections).

4 thoughts on “Live poetry 1967 (Pete Roche)

  1. chris dooley

    I bought this book when it first came out and have always loved it and referred to it. My favourite poem is “Somewhere on the way ” by Pete Roche. It brings back many happy memories.

  2. Paul B

    Oddly enough, given the timing of your post, I for no particular reason pulled the Love Poetry book out of my bookshelf. “Somewhere on the way” was my favourite too. I decided to look Pete Roche up and was very interested to see your recent post. Yes – lots of memories for me too.

  3. Laura Syers

    At last! I have been looking high and low for this anthology of love poems. I remember being given it in 1967/8 and want to find a copy for my grandson. Does anyone know it’s IBSN ??


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