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An Interview With

WENDY BECKETT

Editor of Thought Café



WENDY'S BIO


Wendy Beckett (neé Hollington) was born at the Nuffield Maternity Hospital, Oxford, England in March 1969, the first child of John & Rita Hollington. Followed swiftly by two brothers and brought up in the small Oxfordshire town of Didcot in a house full of books, Wendy developed a love of reading at a very early age.

She was lucky enough to attend schools where art & literature were encouraged and self-published her first book of poems at the age of 8 as a Christmas present for her primary school teachers. This book was a work of art with the pages stitched together by hand. Unfortunately all copies appear to have been lost and the only poem she can remember is this which was written as a thankyou note to a friend of her parents who won a bottle of tomato sauce and gave it to her. It shows the influence of one of her favourite poets, Spike Milligan.

Tomato sauce
is lovely of course
it's great on roast
but better on toast
it goes all funny
and sort of runny
(this isn't quite true
but what could I do?)

Throughout her school years she was an enthusiastic member of several orchestras (playing the clarinet), choirs, drama groups and took major parts in the annual school musical production, including the lead role in a production of "The Geisha".

Never one to be pigeon-holed, after achieving "o" level exams in such diverse subjects as History, English Literature, Physics, Music and Art, she continued to be non-conformist in her "A" level subjects choosing Maths, Physics and Art. Having achieved the requisite grades she then moved on to Bristol Polytechnic to study for a degree in Accounting & Finance.

After college she studied for the professional exams of the Institute of Chartered Accountants and is now a fully qualified Accountant and has for the past few years been working as a contract temp as she can't cope with getting a proper job and working in one company for any period of time.

Despite an acute phobia of flying Wendy loves to travel and achieved a life's ambition a few years ago when she visited Egypt. The impetus to make this trip, which she did alone, was found in a book - The Alchemist by Paolo Coehlo.

Books have always had a big place in her life and when she met her husband, Jonathan, 2 years ago one of the first things they found in common was a love of reading and writing. When she met Jonathan, a web site designer and software developer, he had been tinkering for some time with a little web-site he'd built called "The Thought Café". It didn't really do a lot, a few people sent bits of writing to Jonathan and he posted them up once a month and that was it really.This was set to change.

Together, Wendy and Jonathan decided to take The Thought Café and build a writing community which would be completely free and would definitely have no commercials or advertisements. The new site was written on a holiday to Wales during the Foot & Mouth crisis which prevented them from doing much walking or cycling and the improved Thought Café was launched in July 2001. Since then it has had more than 100,000 visitors and now has over 1,000 members around the world.

Wendy has posted her writing on various websites over the years including Ciao, Dooyoo and ABCTales. In Spring 2001 her short story "Mr Right" was selected by ABCTales for inclusion in their printed magazine. As well as poetry and short stories she has also written about her experiences in attempting to find love through personal ads and a series of travelogues about her trips to Egypt and Turkey which have been posted on the web and a collection of her photos from her Egypt trip can be found on the About.com network as "Impressions of Egypt" http://goafrica.about.com/library/gallery/blgallery-wendy.htm

Wendy & Jon have been married since September 2001 and live in Marlow, Buckinghamshire with their cat, Simpson, a huge collection of books and several computers.


THE INTERVIEW


Poetry L & T:When and why did you first start writing poetry, Wendy?

Wendy:I really can't remember when I first wrote a poem, I know that I produced a small book of poems when I was at Primary school (age about 8/9 years). My mum typed them for me and my dad helped me bind them up into a book that I gave to my teachers as a present. I've been meaning to look in my parent's attic to see if they still have a copy. As to why, I think because I was fascinated by words. I learnt to read at an early age and consumed all the books that came my way. My mum was once told by someone that "a girl her age shouldn't be reading that" when I was spotted reading a novel that belonged to my mum and which I'd picked up off the bookshelf at home. My mum replied that if I was enjoying it she certainly wasn't going to discourage me from reading (I think it was a Jean Plaidy historical novel) I have always had a love of words and reading and writing and I guess, as a small child, poetry is an easy way of expressing yourself. Most of the poetry I wrote at that time was what you might call "nonsense" verse as I was heavily influenced at that time by Spike Milligan, Edward Lear and Lewis Carroll.

Poetry L & T:Who are your favourite well-known poets?

Wendy:My favourites are many and varied and depend on my mood. The books I have on my shelves are by Wendy Cope, e e cummings, Stevie Smith, John Betjeman and W H Auden. I also read a lot of poetry anthologies and love discovering poets I've not heard of before. Some of my favourite poems are "Bloody Men" by Wendy Cope, "Twelve Songs" by W H Auden , "Not to Sleep" by Robert Graves and "When I am old I shall wear purple" by Jenny Joseph. I like to read poetry that makes me smile at life.

Poetry L & T: I love "When I am old I shall wear purple", too! ...Next question... How did the Thought Café first evolve?

Wendy:The first incarnation of Thought Café was a small home page built by my husband. This was several years ago before I met him and he wrote it simply to teach himself html (he's a software developer and was interested in it purely from a technical viewpoint.) He has an interest in conspiracy theories and the like and so came up with the name "Thought Café" and set it up for a place for people to share thoughts. In those days it wasn't automated, contributors had to e-mail their pieces to Jonathan and he uploaded them onto the site about once a month. It then evolved from simple essays to poetry and works of fiction but it stayed very small and had only a few visitors.

After Jon and I met we began to talk about the possibilities of doing something with the site, mainly because I was becoming fed up with the other writing sites, such as Themestream, which were available. Jonathan by that time had learnt an awful lot more about web site design and so together, whilst on a holiday in Wales, we redesigned the site into something we would like to visit and use. Our main principles were that it should be a friendly community, it should be free to use and open to everyone and that there would be no advertising. This is something we feel quite strongly about as one of the main gripes we had with other sites was the annoying pop-ups that appear all over the place.

The new look TC was launched in July last year and since then it has exploded. The popularity of the site is way beyond anything we could have imagined and is starting to cause us problems in terms of the time, and resources, it takes to run. We both have full time careers and so run the site in our spare time and because TC has no advertising and makes no charges we rely on donations from our members to keep it running. I have to say that our members are fantastic and we really appreciate the support we get from them.

Poetry L & T: On Thought Café, people add their own profile and poetry. Much of the work posted is good, but do you sometimes read contributions and think that perhaps some people should think, or at least spell-check, before they post?

Wendy:Absolutely, for their own sake. I have to say that, personally, if I start reading something and the spelling and punctuation is all wrong then I am inclined to simply stop reading which is a shame if the story or poem is good. That's one of the things about TC though, if you do have mis-spellings or poor grammar in a piece then someone is bound to comment on it and tell you so. We have always seen TC as a community and posting your work there as, in effect, asking your friends to proof read for you. Also we are very happy to let anyone post, whatever their ability, so they can get feedback and help. Just recently one of our members has begun running a poetry group for schoolchildren in his town and has encouraged them all to join TC both to get feedback on their own work and also to read work by others.

Poetry L & T: Do you have any favourite poets or fiction writers who post on Thought Café?

Wendy:Hmm, not sure that I should answer this...I'll get mobbed on the discussion boards if I look like I'm playing favourites. I also have to admit that in the last few months I've not been able to read as much of the work posted as I'd like due to the sheer volume there. In the early days I used to read everything posted, as did Jonathan, but it's not so easy these days, so my "favourites" are probably some of the stalwarts of TC who've been around for ever, Eddie Summers who recently had a collection of his stories published, Roy Bateman who's stories always amuse me and Skayda Lee one of the first poets to post at TC in it's first incarnation.

Poetry L & T:I enjoyed reading your two Haiku on winter, which are very different from each other. Do you write a lot of Haiku?

Wendy:Actually, those were my first attempts at Haiku. Last winter they became something of a "fad" at TC the topic kept getting raised on the discussion boards and I wrote a piece on the style, it's history etc for our Newsletter. For a few months it seemed everyone at TC was posting Haiku and, having researched them, I decided to try my hand the result being the two haiku on winter. They were deliberately very different as I was experimenting with the form and they were about winter as one of the rules is a haiku should evoke a particular season and it was winter when I was writing. The first took much more effort than the first as I took a picture that I'd put up as a writing exercise on TC and tried to write about it. The second just came to me out of the blue, not sure what inspired that! I enjoyed writing within a very strict form, it makes you think about the words you're using when you only have a few to express what you want to say. It's a bit like an exercise we ran at TC a month or two ago to write a short story using only words of one syllable. It makes you lose all the extraneous waffle that you sometimes get bogged down in and cut your story down to the bare bones. I'll probably write some more haiku soon, as it's something I do enjoy.

Poetry L & T:What are the emotions or subjects which most inspire you in your work?

Wendy:I think my family and friends and the emotions they provoke in me are my biggest inspiration, probably because they're the most important things in my life. A lot of the pieces I've written have been written specifically for a particular person and so I've drawn on their personality and the feelings I have for them. I tend to be inspired by places and people around me, I'll see a beautiful view or an interesting person and something starts tickling the back of my mind. If it doesn't go away it sort of grows there until eventually I have to get a pen and paper and write it down. I have to say I very rarely redraft things once I've written them down because I will have carried them around in my head redrafting them there for a long time.

Poetry L & T:In your poem "How Fast Things Become Familiar" your words struck me as being like those of a much older person than yourself. Do you feel, as I do, that many poets (and artists) are acutely affected by things such as time, change, and getting older?

Wendy:Yes I think they probably are. Maybe artistic types are more introspective and so more aware of their own mortality and the way things change around them. Artists such as Lucian Freud and Rembrandt have become known for the large number of self-portraits they have produced and this suggest an obsession with recording the changes in their own face over time.

Art & Literature are static and record a single moment of time and maybe that's our way of capturing it so we don't forget how things were as time moves on. That was certainly my reason for writing that particular poem - I had a sense, almost a fear, that I would forget a time when I'd been very happy and I felt I had to capture a snapshot of it that I could look at in the years to come and recapture how I felt at the time. It was a very personal poem and I didn't show it to anyone or post it anywhere for quite a long time.

Poetry L & T:I see from your bio that you have been to Egypt. Did you write any poems about Egypt, as well as your travel journals?

Wendy:No, I only just realised this recently. I wrote the travelogue shortly after returning from the notes and pictures I'd made whilst travelling, again this was to capture the experience so I could remember it. Travelling to Egypt was a major event in my life. It was something I'd wanted to do for a long time and never found the time and my partner hadn't wanted to go. Then I went through some major personal upheavals, suddenly found myself single for the first time in my life at age 30 and took a long hard look at my life. Then a friend gave me a copy of The Alchemist by Paolo Coehlo at the same time another friend introduced me to a travel company for single people and that was it - I was in Egypt. It was a very special experience as I found out a lot about myself as a person as well as visiting a place I'd dreamed about for years. Maybe I will write some poems based on my experience but I think it was so intense that I was unable to write anything but the bare facts of the trip immediately afterwards.

Poetry L & T:If you were prime minister, what might you decide to do to prevent poetry self-publishing scams (mentioning no specific "publisher")?

Wendy:Interesting question. I get very annoyed at these self-publishing scams as I appreciate that, whilst I'm worldly-wise enough to recognise them for what they are, there are people who are completely taken in by them. I think there are a lot of practices becoming prevalent on the internet at the moment that need to be looked into - for instance "SPAM" seems to be getting worse every day. I'm not sure what can be done in terms of legislation that can stop any of this without removing some of the freedom that makes the Internet so exciting. If you started introducing regulation and licensing for websites then small, free sites, such as TC, which has no income, would just die and that would be sad. I think the Internet has to be self-policing and it's up to us the "legitimate" users to spread the word about the shady deals so that everybody gets to hear about them. Name and Shame. Maybe that would be a way - have a list of sites somewhere that have been "outed" as doing something a bit dodgy!

Poetry L & T:What would you like to see happen at Thought Café in the future?

Wendy:Well at the moment Jonathan is writing a new document management system to replace the rather creaky database that underpins it at present. When that's done there are few things that have been bubbling away in our minds for a while that we will then be able to offer members. The main thing we would like to do at the moment is to publish a Thought Café Anthology. We don't expect this to make any money we'd just like to give some more exposure to our members and offer them a book of collected TC works. We've been toying with this idea for a long time now and nothing has happened, mainly because neither Jonathan or myself have the time it would take to edit such a book. One of our members has recently offered to help with the editing and publishing so we're hoping to get this up and running in the next few months. We'll probably run it along the lines of a competition with the best entries being published in the book. Ooo - that just sounded scarily like those self-publishing scams - it's not, honest!

Poetry L & T:On Thought Café, you provide a lot of good advice. What would you say to someone who wanted to know how to become a better poet?

Wendy:Write about things that you feel strongly about, stand firm for your own work and just keep writing and writing and writing. I think writing is like lots of other things in life that only improve if you keep practising. For all the things you write that you don't like there will be one, every know and again, that you look at and think, "I'm proud of that".

Poetry L & T:Thank you for the interview, Wendy.


CLICK HERE to read poetry by Wendy Beckett.


EDITOR'S LETTER, AUGUST 2002

Dear Poets,

Welcome to the August 2002 issue of Poetry Life & Times (For those of you reading this on a mirror site and not poetrylifeandtimes.com, click here).

This issue features an interview with Wendy Beckett, Editor of the Thought Café website.

Featured Poets this month include Durlabh Singh, Monica E. Smith, Fred Wolven, Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI, Jim Scileppi, Christina Sng, Richard Vallance and Jan Sand.

For the August 2002 Vallance Review, Richard Vallance has reviewed Walter de la Mare’s "Silver".

Any comments on this issue or back issues can be emailed to me on the link at the bottom of the page. Announcements are always welcome (brief if possible), you can also promote poetry books here.

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Click title below for this month's Vallance Review feature

Richard Vallance reviews sonnets, both classic and modern.





Featured Poets this month include Durlabh Singh, Monica E. Smith, Fred Wolven, Üzeyir Lokman ÇAYCI, Jim Scileppi, Christina Sng, Richard Vallance and Jan Sand. Many thanks to all contributors.


DURLABH SINGH

I am a poet based in London, England and have been widely published.


My new book of
collected verse
is just out:

CHROME RED
by Durlabh Singh
ISBN 1898030464

Note from editor:
Durlabh's poems can also be read on
Charlotte's Web at Artvilla

GREEN GREEN
© Durlabh Singh



Green green the colour of the sea
Walking with shadows of the yellow
Corn flowers in the guises of the blue
Keeping pace with waters of the narrow.

Silent silent the turbulent tales
Under wayward motioned of twilights
Listening to calmed rippled disruptions
Trading maps in situ woven by the fireflies.

Red red rocks are under the sun
Structures wrought over the serene shores
Breaking up restriction in castered confines
By the blatant blossoms of the chalky Plains.


HOPE
© Durlabh Singh



I hope that one day she will sigh
Holding strands of thousand griefs
Locked in the recesses of universe
Beyond the infinity of the briefs.

Beyond wounded streets of the city
Will look into the watery eyes of the sea
And her hand will explore silted memories
And all the secrets hidden in her enclose.

I hope one day she will remember
The vagrant nights of glistening rain
And all reflected images will conjure up
Voices of high romance within her breast.

Which of course she will always deny
Holding to rituals of flesh as her prime.


TONGUES
© Durlabh Singh



I am the word
That pronounces
The tongues for feel
Or for peonies
In marshy lands
For birds in steel.

Green and gold
The colour of spring
Grey and white
Tones of winter
Forged in partnership
Rattled bones in cinder.

Tongues of insurrections
Tongues of tale strange
Tongues in thousand dialects
Tongues of the storm and rage.

Tongues to sooth
Tongues to hide
Tongues to loose
Tongues to guide.


SOULS OF DEAD
© Durlabh Singh



Before waters of the sunset
The souls of the dead hold
A ceremony in saffron precipice
In rumbling dialects of the unbold
Under reflected obscure darkness
Of feasts arranged at broken end.

In the lands of the waking
Mamba the black serpent wails
In sunflowers of decay to dance
Amid ashen dust of the meteorites
It smears its detested dreaded stance.

To get respect from the planets
In ancient lands of feathered birds
Winged in by some beguile buzzards
Shades of direction by monitor lizards.


MONICA E. SMITH

I am an Alpha Poet and Poet of The Poet's Porch, and have published my work since 1991. My work has appeared online and in print in the following magazines, as well as in others:

The Poet's Porch (online)
Comrades (online)
Steel Point Quarterly (online)
Skyline Publications (online and in print)
POESY (print)
Journal of Modern Writing (online and in print)
Ibbetson Street Press (online)
Limestone Circle (print)
Kookamonga Square (online)
Lummox Journal (print)
Lucid Moon

I strive for simplicity in my writing, believing that poetry need not be written for the select few. I believe poetry allows, even in its brevity, for the freedom of expression, and in that, there is freedom in expression. I currently maintain my website, Monica's Expresso Café, and have just released my first book of poetry, "Days of Fine Gray Ash", which has been endorsed by Poet/Author Nikki Giovanni.

TIME CAPSULE
© Monica E. Smith


*Time goes, you say? Ah, no!
Alas, Time stays, we go* --
Austin Dobson (British author,
"The Paradox of Time")
Though many times I've paid no mind
And pushed the old trunk aside
This day I bravely bowed to fate
And beheld what lay inside

With pounding heart I broke the lock
And raised the dusty lid
I could not wait to resurrect
The treasures which it hid

Entombed within, conserved with care
Concealed throughout the years
My life, preserved for posterity,
Before me now appeared

In infant's raiment, small and crisp
In yellowed scrapbook pages
In crinkled paper and ribbon shreds
I survived throughout the ages

I closed my eyes and summoned Time
I begged it to remain
I could not bear its passing now
I prayed it would refrain

I closed the lid and asked myself
"Time goes, you say? Ah, no!"
I thought again and sadly sighed
"Alas, Time stays, we go"


EPIPHANY
© Monica E. Smith



I remember the rain    and you
were there, and how we poured
ourselves into each other
until the thirst had been quenched

love, perfect and new,
washed over us then
like that gentle rain
and cleansed us
of all prior desire;
that pure water flows

still,
its penetrating power saturates
every fiber of our being    sanctifying,
baptizing
in love's holy name


FRAMED FACES
© Monica E. Smith



Framed Faces
Stare out at me
From sacred places
Well in view
"Don't forget
We are not yet gone
You live in us
We exist in you"

"Your pains were ours
And your tears of joy
Your precious son
Our little boy
Your daughter's love
Has been our own
It is not yet gone
But lives anon"

Time will come
And all too soon
When we will sing
A similar tune
Neither flesh nor blood
Yet family
Framed faces
Staring out are we

Alone?
No, never alone
We're all together,
going home



FRED WOLVEN

Fred Wolven is a teaching poet, editor of forthcoming Ann Arbor Review, and seeking wider audiences in ezines. He has appeared in Poetry Life & Times several times before.

Fred says,
"I believe poetry is more than art, mediation, music, or myth. After all, all writing is a form of mediation in motion, a relaxed, interactive exercise involving mind, body and spirit.

Creating poems is like candlelight perception; such a process enables me to dance both inward and out, and in so doing gain and share some kind of understanding."

THE CAT OUTSIDE HIS DOOR, # 1
© a suite of poems by Fred Wolven



The cat just sits there looking in.
Once I stood in the middle of
a treed opening, just peering into
a Tennessee forest glen. Then I

was outside turning in. Now, I sit
alone inside, ten feet from you,
looking out into gentle October rains.
This space between us, like that

from dawn till dusk, fills & empties,
empties & fills, hour after hour,
& the silence weighing on me,
day after day, pulls me deeper & deeper

into the darkness. Like Roethke's
geranium, tossed out by a maid,
that rose I last bought you has withered
& died, browned & drooped;

so, you bagged & tagged it,
& put it out for the trash.


THE CAT OUTSIDE HIS DOOR, # 2
© a suite of poems by Fred Wolven



He just sits there looking in.
Today I look carefully through
journal pages, checking for notes
from Roethke's lively meditations.

Yes, I notice that my lines are fewer,
the words more sparse, & even
the images not as quickly recorded.
I cannot find the song God has wrought.

Thinking it was you, I stewed, caught
& fought, then cursed, bent & bowed.
Too late alive, too far at five,
I did not know your love I'd lost.

Now, I do not know how to touch you,
though I'm willing to learn. Whether
I plead or only yearn, it is quite clear
what I tossed may be forever lost.

Still, I grope, I mourn; I wish, I curse;
I walk, I run; I kick, & yes, I even claw.


THE CAT OUTSIDE HIS DOOR, # 3
© a suite of poems by Fred Wolven



Even now he just sits waiting, looking in.
The wall is sturdy, no rocks will fall;
the ledge is small, the movement slow.
A glimpse, a sparkle, a tear or two...

It makes little difference when I'm with you.
There's the turning sound;
as I pass round & round,
it grows louder & louder

filling my head, shoving aside
careful thoughts & lasting longer.
The spinning is more frequent,
the twists, the shapes, all move too;

the feeble efforts, the pills I take
do not stop the on-coming wall of water.
My hair's too thin, my legs too small,
& though I give my all, how can

I dismantle this my wall? Unlike Roethke's,
this dance has neither a beginning nor ending.


THE CAT OUTSIDE HIS DOOR, # 4
© a suite of poems by Fred Wolven



And yet he sits, head raised, looking in.
Do you see? Do you know? Do you care?
Will you get up & walk down the hall?
I'm just around the corner, right here

only two blocks from where they laid
him to rest, just yards away from fields
Roethke walked through passing this way
once or twice. Can't you tell it's me

you want? Here, look around the corner,
out in the back, over here in the dark,
waiting for the sun to come up,
for one morning glory to open,

its petals uncurling one by one.
This song & dance is not nearly done.
In fact, it's not for you; it's something
I had to walk straight through.

So, it's nearly nonsense, I know, with little
rhyme, light rhythm, & a wall that's too tall.


                     

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Poetry Life & Times is a nominating site for The Poet's Hall of Fame. Nominations are according to poetic merit and sometimes also for services to poetry in general.

Nomination from the July2002 issue:

Richard Zola*

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Vous pouvez enfin lire
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SONNETTO POESIA

- celui de l'été, 2002. Dans ce numéro, l'écrivaine en vedette, c'est Sara Russell, rédactrice de l'e-zine anglais, Poetry Life and Times chez le lien suivant :

SONNETTO POESIA

Dans le numéro actuel, on trouve aussi des sonnets par Brian Whatcott ( des États Unis ), de « la pomme de terre terrible » ( Royaume Uni ) et de Richard Vallance, le rédacteur ( Canada ). Les sonnets sont classés de façon thématique. On peut lire tranquillement des sonnets estivaux, des sonnets portant sur le sujet universel de l'Amour, sous la rubrique, "Love's Labour lost?" ( soit, « À la recherche de l'Amour perdu? » ), et si vous voulez bien, même des sonnets bizarres de « Commediadel Arte » ! Alors, c'est bien rigolo, n'est-ce pas? Et bien! Qu'attendez-vous? - l'apocalypse? Allez-y tout de suite!

The Summer, 2002 issue
(Vol. 1, no. 2) of:

SONNETTO POESIA

- which features the sonneteer, Sara Russell, the Editor of the UK E-Zine, Poetry Life and Times, is now on the WEB here:

SONNETTO POESIA

Our Summer issue also features sonnets by Brian Whatcott (USA), the Potato Tarquin of Terror (UK) and Richard Vallance, Editor (Canada).

The current issue arranges sonnets thematically. You may read at your leisure: Summer's sonnets, "Love's Labour Lost?" sonnets and even Commedia del Arte ones! Sounds like great fun, and it is! OK, so what are you waiting for? - the end of the world?

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