Sebald and Shingle Street

I am reading Sebald’s Rings of Saturn at the moment and I went to an evening celebrating Sebald at Bridport Arts Centre last Sunday. I had to go because I had read in Roger Deakin’s Notes from Walnut Tree Farm, “Read Sebald and you can never look at the landscape in the same way again.” I ordered the book and within hours had an email from a friend telling me of the Sebald evening. No brainer really!

It was an interesting evening featuring a wonderfully frank and irreverent lecture on Max Sebald’s life and work from Uwe Schüte and a screening of Grant Gee’s Patience – After Sebald introduced by Gareth Evans.

The evening was started off with a reading

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Surf music

I have been listening to surf music And watching the shadows of the seagulls Skim across the shore The wind is up Beating a roar on my eardrums Flapping out the tempo on the flagpoles Salt rime on my beard and frost on my specs In the harbour There’s a stately dance Up and move to the right Down and to the left “All together now” They need more practice And over in the corner The locals crowd and shuffle to get a view Like the Lowestoft poor watching the ball on the pier Nudging and winking