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John Hepworth

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Biography

A Leeds/Otley performance poet in a world of spoken word artists, Jhep perpetrates his art with occasional and impermanent changes of name (Zaardvaark The Wordsmiter, J Z Hep, and others too flimsy to recall). He continues to be a notorious publication-evader, but at infrequent intervals has been netted and displayed - on one occasion for the poem 'Change Of Scenery' which ends by claiming that Hebden Bridge is quarry-shaped. Subsequently Bangor in Wales appeared in another of his poems as a half-quarry.

Samples

POETS AND HELICOPTERS ON RADIO FOUR There's mention of the sixties. O h y e a h . . . if you can remember : Psychedelic king of the buzz-cliches, And, bless it, gaudy utility cloak For much too well remembered missing-out. (The programme continues and) Simon Armitage speaks - Level-headed, perceptive, tuneful, Talking about middle age, midlife. (New theories for old, softly echoing). And you there - how old now? Keep it vague if you want : Out of your fifties? Not yet seventy? Could we say sixties then? Swinging sixties perhaps - And you don't have to remember : It's now - and you're there. The poem wants to end but memory buzzes in : Still the radio - immediately a trailer And Paul Farley drawling us in for Friday : 'Night Visions' on the air and in it too; A flight with the police. Paul, I bet you radiated Farleyness When this fact came your way : That graveyard monuments Gather in the warmth of day And give it back as signs of life To the heat-seeking helicopters Of the night. The poem is laid to rest and rest it does For days, not days and days, just days And then - the radio again. The air Thrums with it, a helicopter-load (100,000 since you ask) of poems, The event helped, 'co-piloted' by Simon Armitage. An April fantasy Only because it hasn't happened yet; A fact of recent history for other Times and places. Poems from above Blizzard to the ground, and melt away. JOHN HEPWORTH 2012

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John Hepworth

Tue 26th Jun 2012 05:53

Thanks Ann - faultless insight. Will de-group before spurious sundering becomes a way of life.

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 26th Jun 2012 00:07

Hi John - welcome to WOL. Are you in fact a group of gnarled 64year-old unpublished Leeds/Otley performance poets - or have you joined as a group by accident, in your enthusiastic rush to join up after your encounter with Julian? (He can have that effect :)

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