Showing posts with label Shakespeare. Show all posts
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Friday, 29 May 2026

After - Poetic Inter-textuality


Poems inspired by other poems typically have the epigraph ‘after’ to acknowledge the influence. Here I am excluding ekphrastic poetry, that based on works of plastic art, as that’s a whole other thing and another essay, even if these too use the word after in their epigraphs.  

It seems to me that the point is to innovate and write something very different from the poem that has inspired you.. After poems are something many poets write both as part of learning the craft and engaging with poetry more widely. There may be occasions to play with the reader, to write a poem as in-joke or puzzle, a tease, although in this case an end note away from the poem page in a collection would suffice as credit to the originating author whilst retaining the mystery of the poem. There is after all, nothing new under the sun, but closely copying someone else’s work will bring trouble. If you want to be totally safe, choose a long dead poet with out of copyright work.

 

After poems are everywhere. Pick up any contemporary collection and the chances are you’ll find one. So what then is the purpose and intention of such writing? There are many different approaches or combination of approaches being adopted and it helps perhaps to try to sort and comment on some of these. But one fundamental question to consider as we go along is, why? Why do you need to do this? Does it help you to write your best poem? If it hinders you, then perhaps you might be best finding another way of working.

 

 

1.     Engaging with the canon

It is necessary to recognise that taking on others’ poems, canonical or not, brings with it the baggage of the earlier poem. For example, just purely in terms of subject matter, if you want to write a poem about a nightingale, it’s as well to have Keats in view, so you know what you are up against in the reader’s mind and the expectations they will bring to it. Ditto daffodils and Wordsworth, or death and the villanelle and Dylan Thomas, and so on. 

 

Take this poem of mine:

 

Berkeley Square planes[i]

 

I don’t believe nightingales sang here

and I need something solid in this

sticky shade, 

 

not full-throated ease and plaintive anthems 

fading far away, dissolving 

and making me quite forget.

 

Give me mottled trunks, flaking only to save us 

from soot, and branches baubled 

in celebration; 

 

our rescue from the smog, they’re banishers 

of the pea souper, 

rebuffers of lung burn and cough, 

 

visions more dappled and magnificent 

than any waking dream.

 

 

Here I’m punning on the wartime song about nightingales singing in Berkeley Square, as well as using some elements of Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale,’ but the poem isn’t really about nightingales or Keats’ writing about them. It’s about the trees, and the birds are there for poetic context and associative language. So it’s not an after poem per se, but one that uses elements of the canon that are so well known that there was, in my view, no need to reference or credit them. 

 


I hope in this poem that I selected some things the reader is likely to know, or be able to find easily. If the source poem that you are writing after it’s too obscure, is there much point in writing it, as hardly anyone will get it? Similarly an after poem that just gives the originating poet’s name is unhelpful to the reader without a deep knowledge of that particular poet’s oeuvre. Often I’m left scratching my head as to which particular poem (and sometimes which poet) is being referenced. Why not throw me a lifeline? Why assume I know, or indeed care? An end note should do it, but bear in mind that first and foremost, I’m there to engage with the poem you have written.

 

It’s probably unwise to assume your reader will trouble themselves to look up anything at all. Why should they need to? Shouldn’t your poem be sufficient unto itself? Again this is part of the big why question with these kinds of approaches. And while we are on this point, do avoid too much intellectual showing off. No-one likes or is impressed by this. It’s probably better to wear your learning modestly, unless you are arrogant enough to be writing solely for the very few people in your readership who might be equipped with the knowledge to follow your obscure references. In which case good luck, and not having the time for such goose chasing, I’m off. 

 


2.     Varying response types 

These might be anywhere along the spectrum from praising the source poet, to them making you so incensed to need to challenge them. Friend, A.F. Harrold once read out a poem at an open mic I was attending that had me doing just that. I’m afraid I can’t recall the title of his poem, but its contents had something to do with rewriting Genesis, having Adam sleeping under hedges in Reading and the like. I was stirred, as Eve didn’t appear in his poem at all. So in response I penned this:

Stolen Fruit[ii]

 

For a few hours I knew infinitely 

more than you; my eyes were open wide

and I’d found out all there was. I could see

that this was perfect and beautiful,

while all you saw was a place called garden

and you couldn’t even name the flowers.

For those short hours I tripped about,

happy for the first time, happy the word 

I made for it. But as I slept contented

beneath passion fruit, clematis and vines,

you stole the cool plums from my palms and bit 

through their bruises into gold, yielding flesh.

Your sons have been raiding ice boxes ever since,

always sorry and thinking they know best. 

 

Not only am I responding to Harrold, but I’m rewriting and adding to the Bible and taking a side swipe at William Carlos Williams. Some arrogance, you might say, but it’s all in a day’s work for the after poet and I have had audiences cheer this one.

 

Talking back and other ways of interacting the poetry canon are well worked approaches and knowingly done. Carol Ann Duffy commissioned a whole anthology[iii] on this, which is worth your while taking a look at.  A poem as dialogue or in conversation with an earlier poet/poem should be just that, and engagement with the subject matter, terms of expression and so on. Mimicry does not a conversation make any more than some people’s habit of repeating what you just said back to you - mirror talking - is having a meaningful exchange. Find a way of talking back and discovering new meanings.

 

Take for example this short poem:

 

Ophelia[iv]

 

By the time she really died

there were no flowers left, no pansies

fennel or rue, no violets, no daisies,

no-one remembered rosemary.

 

Her Sisters laid her bird body 

on grey chapel marble, surrounded

her with stag’s horn and moss,

with ceps, morels, ink caps.

 

Beneath was a slick of kelp

and bladderwrack, oarweed

and dulse, her salty slipway

to river’s mouth and the tide.

 

Here I have taken on the mighty Bard writing a longer life for poor Ophelia, even if she did end up in a nunnery with flowerless plants as tribute. This is a well-used feminist approach and it subverts and reinterprets Shakespeare’s narrative of her demise. 

 

 


Going somewhere else quite other from the starting point of someone else’s poem is a way of exploring other angles and possibilities in the source work. For example, this poem prompted by Wordsworth’s ‘Resolution and Independence’ (or in his earlier version, ‘The Leech Gatherer’) concerns itself with medicine, illness and sex:

 

The Sanguine Leech[v]

I wait for you in the peat-coloured stream

under a rusted stone.

 

I wait for you to want my juicy kiss,

for you to want me to suck hard.

 

For now one of my serrated mouths

is fixed firmly on petrified blood.

 

As the moon waxes

I’ll swim in hungry circles.

 

Patient am I and you are grateful

that I stuck around, suck around to stop

 

the clotting of your tiny veins, the day

they thought you’d closed your eyes for good.

 

 

 

3.     Engaging with the language

 

This can involve such things as engaging with the poet’s language and general style, and/or the language of a particular poem. Take this riff on Christina Rossetti’s ‘In the Deep Midwinter.’ The enjoyment that I hope readers derive from this comes from knowing Rossetti’s poem/much sung carol, and seeing what I have chosen to do with it.

 

      The barn swallow’s carol[vi]

 

      Families gather, but as you come to sing

by the child’s crib, I’m far off on the wing,

so long gone south-due-south into the Berg

wind, not hidden, torpid, not cold-air hung.

 

I don’t know of hoar frost, or snow on snow

on snow. Earth-iron, water-stone

are mysteries. Bleak ice makes no moan.

 

I’m swallow, what gifts can I bring? Fat gnats,

thick mud, new nets from fynbos or Cape Flats.

Midwinter/mid-summer, all I can share:

the dip-dive, the soar-swoop in fresh-fly air.

 

Carol Ann Duffy liked it enough to include in her selection of Christmas poems for Candlestick Press in 2012. That’s sufficient endorsement for me.

 

 

 

4.     Using the actual language

Less obviously after poems, one might argue that poetic techniques that use the literal elements of others’ poems can fall into consideration here. There are many such:


      


Centos have been around for over 1,600 years. They are poems deriving entirely from others’ texts: from many poems by one poet, or poems by several poets. It’s probably best to use no less than half a line and no more than a full line in your stitching and watch out for copyright issues. Centos are an interesting intellectual exercise, but being overly faithful and denying yourself the ability to edit, alter and improve, do they add up to anything more than that? I once really upset someone in a workshop context, by daring to raise this point. Belated apologies to that person, although I haven’t much changed my mind.

 


Titles are copyright free to my understanding. Patchworking a number of them together to make a new poem is a ludic exercise that hopefully yields something of meaning greater than the sum of its parts. It is both a form of cento and a found poem that I have had fun with, although crediting every volume is unnecessary. Take this one, which is full of titles from books in the library at Ty Newydd (the National Writers Centre in Wales) with very little, if any, infilling:

Paraphernalia, a found poem[vii]

 

Tell me this is normal: eating strawberries

n the necropolis where Angolans are playing football,

morning in the burned house, evening brings everything back,

the unreliable mushrooms, the watermelon man,

telling each other it is possible.

 

Aubergine is a gravid woman, a two-part invention

home and away, the miracle diet, what she dis

an what she said, her name like the hours self-made.

And here in the menagerie: birds through a ceiling 

of alabaster, ghosts at cockcrow, horses where answers

would have been like something flying backwards.

 

Can you hear, bird, the weather coming?

The banking thing, the back and forth of it,

the way the money goes, you again learning how to fall,

how to disappear, take me with you.

 

 

Using opening, closing or any intermediate lines as your opening, closing or any line is a minimalist approach to after-ing. Lines used are often in italics and credit given in end notes. Or you could start with such a line to write your poem and then delete the starting line. These are all well-worn workshop techniques to getting the poetry flowing.

 

 

Golden Shovels were invented by American poet, Terence Hayes just over fifteen years ago. The last word of each line when read down the page forms a second poem, the pre-existing poem being written into. In his 2010 collection Lighthead, Hayes’ poem ‘The Golden Shovel,’ uses Gwendolyn Brooks’ ‘We Real Cool,’ for example. They are a kind of cento, but it seems to me there is much more space for invention in writing them, especially writing towards that end word in each line. I’ve seen purists say they are only for tribute to Brooks, but why not go wider? Dylan Thomas is out of copyright now. Hold my non-alcoholic beer.  

 

In lieu of exploring Thomas, here’s a recent unpublished one of mine:

 

Jardinage

A Golden Shovel based on a line from Gwedolyn Brook’s ‘Jessie Mitchell’s Mother’

 

I’ve always referred to the garden as mine,

though I wasn’t the one who put most of the work in.

You deserve more credit, fact,

for digging, pruning, composting and clearing because

you’ve more strength and energy than I

will ever have, or this is how it was

till the ladder broke you, my lovely,

and for a year the plot had

free reign. Odd, that meant more flowers.

 

 

Erasure poems too are a kind of after, where a pre-existing poem has parts blacked out and sampled down to create a new poem from its text. Again, these are a lot of fun to do and there is a choice to be made as to how to present them on the page – in the original form with blocks of black ink, which have the effect of isolating the remaining words and drawing much attention to them, or rewriting the remainder as a more concise poem. I have seen both, and to avoid clunkiness must say I prefer the latter. 

 


I’m sure there are more approaches and additional considerations to after-ing than I have sketched here, but hopefully these are plenty to be getting on with. Wishing you many happy ever afters.

 

 



 

Article consulted in preparing this essay:

 

Helena Nelson, ‘What are poets really after?’ The Friday Poem, 20.7.2023. (www.thefriadypoem/what-are-poets-really-after/ retrieved 12 August 2025.

 

Photographs from Namibia, November 2025 (my copyright).

 

Endnotes



[i] Kate Noakes, Goldhawk Road (Two Rivers Press, Reading, 2023).

[ii] Kate Noakes, Ocean to Interior (Might Erudite, London, 2007).

[iii] Carol Ann Duffy (ed), Answering Back:Living Poets Reply to Poetry of the Past (Picador, London, 2008).

[iv] Kate Noakes, Ocean to Interior (Might Erudite, London, 2007).

[v] Kate Noakes, Ocean to Interior (Might Erudite, London, 2007).

[vi] Kate Noakes, Cape Town (Eyewear Publishing, London, 2012).

[vii] Kate Noakes, Cape Town (Eyewear Publishing, London, 2012).

Sunday, 19 August 2018

Why I'm not going back to the Globe

What heresy is this? Well, yes. And I'm not exactly sorry. Over the years I've enjoyed the close-as-we-can-have-made-it recreation of Shakespeare's Globe many times. Indeed when I was studying for my second degree in English, one of my Professors, Andrew Gurr, was a consultant to the building project. He gave us fascinating updates on progress, so I've always felt a kind of tangential, or at least vicarious, ownership.

But I've had enough. There are plenty of things I could moan about, so I'll limit myself to the most annoying. First off the sound, or rather lack of it. I realise that projecting to the gallery across the yard is difficult, but you are actors, damn it, and some of you are so much better at it than others. In this last week's visit to A Winter's Tale, I could not hear some of the younger members of the cast. Yes, I know it's open air, and there are many helicopters flying overhead, but I still need to be able to follow the beautiful words, or else it's all dumb show. Please, please work on this.

And stop gabbling. I know you are under pressure not to test the audience's patience by being too long about it, but the need to get through the play as quickly as possible does not do anyone any favours. Several of the cast where speaking so fast that I could barely keep up, and I am familiar with the play and used to listening to Elizabethan English. The result here is that where the plot relies on explication given by the minor characters, as it does in this play, not only can I not hear them, they are so rapid as to be tripping over the words. Even worse, all the best jokes were lost. The one about the dildo, especially.

Note: for gawd's sake take your time. Shakespeare's plays are long. They are meant to be a whole afternoon's entertainment. If some of the audience can't cope with that then, frankly, tough, and go and see a West End musical.

And finally, not that the Globe can do anything about this, but, audience, please, what on earth are you laughing at? Read the play beforehand and realise that the first part is a deep psychological drama and is serious, before it turns into a romance that resolves itself with a happy ending. In the past, this has meant it was referred to as a problem play. It might be difficult, but it's not a bloody pantomime.

I think many visitors to London take in the Globe as ticking off another sight on their list of to dos. That is obvious by the fact that the yard partly clears out at the interval. I just wish they' be better prepared, as constantly trying to find something to laugh at spoils things for others.

Call me Perdita then, as I am fed up with the Globe trying to please everyone and ending up pleasing no-one. I want my Shakespeare considered and audible, so I'm going to stick to the National and the RSC, thanks all the same.

Wednesday, 25 April 2012

Spoken Word Paris - Shakespeare night

It was Shakespeare night last Monday (23 April) and we were treated to soliloquies from Henry V, Julius Ceasar, Twelfth Night and Hamlet, several sonnets, a song or two and a tour de force of witches from MacBeth, even if I do say so myself, being one of the witches. It always amazes me - you don't read any Shakespeare for months and then, damn it all, you are reminded just how brilliant he is/was.



 Oh, and my Lady MacBeth went down rather well too.






Sunday, 20 February 2011

Taming of the Shrew - Maynardville

Last night of the summer season annual Shakespeare open air production. Played for laughs with lots of slap-stick which helped dilute what is otherwise a pretty odious plot. My least favourite of the plays, but well, if cheekily, localised in the prologue. I'm not sure what I think about mics as a rule, but last night they were definitely needed as the south-easter was in full flow/blow and it was actually cold enough to need a jumper, if not a blanket. I look forward to next year's production.

Friday, 18 February 2011

Richard III - Artscape


Wonderful production, ingeniously managed by only three male actors and a series of great costumes and masks. My first thoroughly enjoyable and very intimate experience of the theatre in South Africa as it was in a small studio. Highly recommended.

Sunday, 13 June 2010

Romeo and Juilet

Illyria production - Friday 11 June - Greys Court, Henley on Thames. Open air Shakespeare - it must be summer, but R&J as slapstick? I wasn't convinced. It was a long way into the play before it turned into the tragedy it is. I'm not sure you need to play it this way for the family audience - we all know what happens after all - or have the muscians dressed as the fab four with mop top wigs - a nearly 50 year old reference. Still, it is admirable that a troup of five can pull off all the part and costume changes required and cope with a relatively uncut script. Hurrah for their stage craft, if not the direction.

Monday, 31 May 2010

Macbeth at the Globe

Blood, witches, blood, Scots fighting, blood, witches, mad woman, blood, murdered children, blood, ghost, did I mention the blood? Yes, there was a lot of it. Gratuitous? Probably but I rather ignored it in favour of the witches appearing in many unexpected places looking like they were the true puppet masters and not a hint of Halloween in sight. James McArdle - the new David Tennant - as Malcolm, was an unexpected find. Watch him, I think he'll go places. Pity about the circling helicopter, but this is one of the hazards of the outdoors in London. Macbeth on a sunny day - weird, but rather wonderful.