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ReIncarnation Biographies #11: Daniel Cockrill

Daniel Cockrill

Daniel Cockrill

The eleventh person in our series of introductions to performers taking part in International Poetry ReIncarnation at the Roundhouse in Camden on 30th May 2015 is poet and promoter extraordinaire Daniel Cockrill.

Daniel Cockrill, who will be your genial host for the night of ReIncarnation, has been saying words out loud since 1996. He is co-founder of BANG SAID THE GUN, ‘the poetry event for people who don’t like poetry’ and PAGEMATCH, a show which smashes together the Razzamatazz of Wrestlemania with all your favourite spoken word artists.

He was an Executive Producer for 15 short poetry films for Channel 4 which included Kate Tempest, Hollie McNish, Elvis McGonagall, Rob Auton, David J, Polarbear and Byron Vincent.

Daniel’s words have appeared in books, newspapers, magazines, on gallery walls, at major festivals, on stage, radio and television. He is also a regular contributor to the Poetry Takeaway, ‘the world’s first mobile poetry emporium’.

He has two full collections of work entitled Pie and Papier-Mâché and Sellotaping Rain To My Cheek and is co-editor of the Bang Said The Gun Anthology Mud Wrestling With Words published by Burning Eye Books.

Get your tickets for the evening’s star-laden performance here: The International Poetry ReIncarnation

Here’s a film poem by Daniel Cockrill from Channel 4’s Random Acts.

CH4 Random Acts – Margate – 2013 from Paperback Films on Vimeo.

Liberty, Equality, Poetry

mhandginsbergAdam Horovitz reflects on the impact of the International Poetry Incarnation in 1965 and looks forward to the celebratory party for it.

I have spent most of my life aware of the International Poetry Incarnation, which took place in the Royal Albert Hall in 1965, very nearly 50 years ago. My father, Michael Horovitz, helped organise it, so of course I was going to be exposed of it. Growing up, I knew some of the poets. They were often about, in our house or at events, being genial and strange and merely a part of my metaphysical furniture.

For a long time, the 1965 Incarnation was a big poetry gig in the sky that people talked about and that I accepted as just another impressive thing that fathers do. As I have grown older, however, and become more interested in poetry in my own right, it has been hitting ever more forcefully home to me what a turning point this Incarnation, this 1965 happening, was.

Annie Whitehead

Annie Whitehead

Poetry in Britain was somewhat in the doldrums in the 1950s, as far as it being a public art went. It tended to sit in small rooms in universities and libraries and speak to and of itself. With my father’s generation – people like Adrian Mitchell, Christopher Logue, Pete Brown – poetry picked itself up and went running around the country talking to people who didn’t expect poetry to come leaping out of hedgerows at them. It went charging up to the Edinburgh Festival and touring through towns and cities with musicians and actors and playwrights in tow. Poetry began to listen, and to sing out in different rhythms. It offered up a party where only drier forms of symposia had appeared available before. Continue reading