Monday Feature by Michaela Kahn: Remembering Welsh Poet Nigel Jenkins

Remembering a poet: Nigel Jenkins (1949-2014)

This upcoming Thursday, January 28th, is the 2nd anniversary of the death of Welsh poet Nigel Jenkins. Nigel was the co-founder and director, along with Stevie Davies, of the Creative Writing program at Swansea University in Wales, when I went there in 2009 to start my PhD.
I met Nigel at a new student gathering at the University a few days after arriving in the U.K. I was still very jet lagged, muzzy, and beginning to wonder what in the heck I had gotten myself and my husband into … moving us thousands of miles to attend a graduate program in another country where we knew no one and had no real means of financial support. Nigel was gracious and jovial at the meeting. Since the department had been too stingy to have any supplies brought in for the party, Nigel had brought wine and treats himself. He mentioned a walking tour he’d be giving the following week through Swansea for all interested.
A week later on a wet afternoon (the rain had cleared just in time), Nigel led about a dozen of us from the University, through Singleton Park to the Uplands, by Dylan Thomas’ childhood home and through Cwmdonkin Park (mentioned in a couple of Thomas’ poems), to Townhill – with its post war “Council Estates” (which I came to learn could be roughly translated into American English as “The Projects”. Townhill gave us a stunning view out over Swansea Bay, across the Bristol Channel to Devon. We traipsed back down into the town centre, across the busy Kingsway, past the Market, over the Tawe River to the docks. Nigel was a stellar guide. Each place, each path, each building had a story for him. Whether it was the 9,000 year old tree stumps visible at low tide in the Bay – a reminder of the fertile river valley which existed there before the sea swept in at the end of the last ice age, or the clock tower which served as a landmark for German pilots on bombing runs during WWII, or the hotel where Allen Ginsberg once stayed while doing a reading at the University. We ended up at a narrow pub on Wind Street (just past “Salubrious Passage”) drank beer and ate snacks, talking poetry and geography.
Over the years I was at Swansea, I can’t remember one poetry reading or student event which Nigel did not attend. He was a regular at the monthly open poetry readings at the Dylan Thomas Centre (“Poets in the Bookshop”). He sat through the poetry of rock-stars-poets, students, and Swansea retirees alike and every so often, if we were really lucky, he would get up a read something himself – his deep, melodic Welsh accent turning every line into music.
In addition to 15 books of poetry and 9 of prose, Nigel authored radio plays, stage plays, and articles. His prose largely centered on what he called, Psychogeography (with its Situationist, Dadaist, and Surrealist roots). He wrote two books on Swansea, “Real Swansea” (1 and 2) – far surpassing the pedestrian notion of either guidebook or urban history. The books wander, much like his walking tour, through a landscape peppered with history and memory, playful, often irreverent, and always deeply heartfelt. The books are filled with both his poetry and his dry wit. He also wrote two books on the Gower Peninsula which abuts Swansea. Gower is a wildish peninsula of beaches, cliffs, little villages, old stone churches, gorse, farms, sheep, and wild ponies, which was Nigel’s childhood home. These books, with gorgeous photos by David Pearl, are filled with his haiku and poems.
The images here are my own from ramblings on the Gower and I am including a few of the haiku which Nigel included in his book, “Gower.” And here is a link to Nigel reading what I think is one of his greatest poems, “Snowdrops.” A chance to hear Nigel read his own words is well worth clicking the link: http://www.nigeljenkins.com/aa_film/film008.htm

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plough and tractor
mobbed by gulls; the sheen
of bladed earth

in anchored flight
from the barbed fence –
spider-lines, horsehair

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‘beware,’ says the sign
at the churchyard gate,
‘of unsafe gravestones’

Whit Monday high tide –
the jellyfish that happens
to be a balloon

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the seal’s head and mine
bobbing face to face
on the tide

gull hooked, trailing
from its beak a yard of line –
o for a gun
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the rains
in breeze-rushed leaves,
transformed
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About Miriam Sagan

I'm blogging about poetry, land art, haiku, women artists, road trips, and Baba Yaga at Miriam's Well (https://miriamswell.wordpress.com). The well is ALWAYS looking to publish poetry on our themes, sudden fiction, and guest bloggers and musers.

2 thoughts on “Monday Feature by Michaela Kahn: Remembering Welsh Poet Nigel Jenkins

  1. Miriam what a lovely piece about Nigel. I live in Chapel St across the road from where he lived in Mumbles. We were both from Parkmill, but I had spent forty years away from Wales and only returned four years ago. I so regret the times I turned down his invites to poetry readings at the DTC in the first years home, doing up the house we bought & looking after two frail oldies left little spare time for anything but the odd chat and a cuppa. And then it was too late……I had thought we would grow old seeing one another about the village, have lovely long talks, it brings tears to my eyes just writing this down. He did tell me about his ‘new student’ walks and you describe them so well and I suspect will never forget them. Snowdrops is one of my favourites too and we are lucky to still have the recordings with that wonderful voice (my partner, Jon, who has a lovely voice realised he would never match Nigel’s when they first met!)
    So thank you for such a lovely read – I suspect there are people the world over who will never forget such a fabulous man.

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