Peter Finch
is a full-time poet, critic, author and literary entrepreneur living
in Cardiff, Wales. Until June 2011 he was Chief Executive of Literature
Wales (formerly Academi), the Welsh National Literature Development
Agency. As a writer he works in both traditional and experimental
forms. He is best
known for his declamatory poetry readings, his creative work based
on his native city of Cardiff, his series of books on Wales, and his
knowledge of the UK poetry publishing scene.
He is an Honorary Fellow
of the Royal Society of Architects of Wales (RSAW), a Fellow of the
English Association (FEA) and a Fellow of Yr Academi Gymreig / The
Welsh Academy. He won the Ted Slade Award for Service to Poetry in
2011.
In the sixties and seventies
he edited the ground-breaking literary magazine, second
aeon, exhibited visual poetry internationally and toured with
sound poet Bob Cobbing. In the eighties and nineties he concerned
himself with performance poetry, was a founder member of Cardiff's
Cabaret 246 and of the trio Horse's Mouth. This was work with props,
owing as much to theatre as it did to literature. In the new Millennium
he was worked on psychogeographies and alternative guides to his native
city of Cardiff. The city has become his obsession.
These days he is much in
demand as a reader as well as a lecturer at festivals and venues up
and down the country. You can get into Finch's performances. There's
little deliberate obscurity. His talks on Cardiff and how it is with
urban living are always entertaining. In addition to the readings
Finch also delivers a number of presentations on the poetry publishing
scene (how to get yourself published - a demystification of
the arcane world of books, magazines and the internet), on the history
of sound poetry (which features histrionic performances of dada texts
and the playing of numerous historical recordings), on the writing
of short fiction and on the history of the small press. He works with
schools and has led young people's writing squads in co-operation
with local authorities.
From the early seventies
until the late nineties he was treasurer of ALP, the Association of
Little Presses. From 19668 to the mid-1980s he imvolved himself in
the organising of weekly poetry readings in Cardiff. These events
encouraged new writers and celebrated the established. Between 1975
and 1998 he ran the Arts Council of Wales's specialist Oriel
Bookshop in Cardiff. In 1998 he took up his current post as Chief
Executive of Yr Academi Gymreig/ The Welsh Academy - the Welsh National
Literature Promotion Agency and Society for Writers.
Peter Finch has published
more than 25 books of poetry. His most recent is Zen Cymru, published
by Seren Books (April, 2010). His other titles include Food,
Useful & Poems For Ghosts (Seren) and Antibodies
(Stride). His The Welsh Poems appeared
from Shearsman in 2006. His Selected Later
Poems was published by Seren in November 2007.
His prose works include
a number of critical guides including How To Publish
Your Poetry and How To Publish Yourself
(Allison & Busby) as well his famous alternative handbooks, guides
and literary rambles, Real Cardiff , Real
Cardiff Two and Real Cardiff Three (Seren). With Grahame Davies
he edited the anthology The Big Book of Cardiff
(Seren). He is currently editing titles for Seren's Real Wales
series and has published a book that takes in the whole country -
Real Wales.
Nerys Williams's essay
on Finch's work appears as Recycling the Avant-Garde in a Welsh
Wordscape in Slanderous Tongues - Essays On Welsh Poetry in English
1970-2005, edited by Daniel G Williams and published by Seren, 2010.
Until recently Peter Finch
compiled the poetry
section of Macmillan's annual Writer's Handbook. He continues
to write the self-publishing section for A&C Black's Writers' &
Artists' Yearbook. He is a book reviewer and writes articles on
Cardiff, Wales and the business of poetry. His poetry and criticism
is widely published in magazines and anthologies.
His blog is at http://peterfinchpoet.blogspot.com/
His photography is at http://www.flickr.com/photos/peterfinch/
Grahame Davies' tribute
poem
Ifor Thomas' tribute poem

Peter Finch
at the Merlin, Budapest
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Finch has also worked on
a number of poetry and public art projects including the Demon
Trap (with Maggs Harries) for Swansea's Year of Literature, Breathing
In Time Out with Dutch artist Jeroen Van Westen for CBAT's Lamby
Way Landfill site project, and with Brian Hughes of LifeWorksLife
Creative Consultants for British Telecom's Internet Data Centre IDC
in Cardiff Bay. He has recently completed a project to record the
history and psychogeography of the Red House pub on Ferry Road.
"Since the early 1970s,
Finch has been the principal innovator in Welsh poetry.....he deserves
a Welsh knighthood." - Richard Kostelanetz, Dictionary of
the Avant-Gardes
" Just this side of chaos"
- Jon Gower
"almost a wave by himself...." -. Victor Golightly, NWR
" there's no-one writing
quite like him in Wales, despite the emergence of younger urban poets
in Cardiff and Swansea." -John Barnie, (on Food), Gwales.Com
" I was lucky enough to
catch Peter Finch, Welsh performance poet, poetry activist, editor
and impresario (he's been central to the Welsh poetry underground
scene since the 60s), at a show last week, and was blown away. Wild,
witty, staccato and with a voice that hints of Hopkins' Hannibal with
a velvet edge, he was doing "tens" without trying. His book Selected
Poems is a good place to start" - Todd Swift, in Hungary's virtual
magazine @gent
" The man is like Alka-Seltzer.
His words (and sounds) fly at you and fizz in your face.....Breathless
and manic with dramatic pedigree, and funnnier than most stand-ups,
Finch's 'intros' had the audience howling at every turn." -John
Elcock, (on a last Thursday performance at the Dylan Thomas Centre
in Swansea), Roundyhouse.
"In this book, Peter
Finch gets the balance damn near spot on, casting the gentlest of
aspersions, giving the knife a tiny twist where necessary, but always
while staring you unwaveringly in the eye as a true poet. This is
not just true poetry, however, it is also travel writing of the sharpest
kind.....Finch's particular skill is his supreme ability to weave
the past in with the present, and to that end his illustrations are
often exquisite in their sparseness". - Mike Parker on Real Cardiff
Two, Planet, April, 2005
"This is a marvellous
book - one of the very best books about a city I have ever read. It
makes me feel terribly old-fashioned - superficial too, because I
have never actually lived in the cities I have written about. I skip
most of the poems, which I don't understand, but everything else in
it is gripping me so fast that I have momentarily suspended my first
ever reading of Wuthering Heights." - Jan Morris, writing to
the author.
.
Finch
as Taliesin
A poem
by Grahame Davies
read on the occasion of Finch's standing down from his
more than decade's work at first the Academi
and then Literature Wales. May, 2011
Primary chief bard am
I to Cardiff,
And my original country is the region of Roath;
Pliny's mapmaker called me Petros,
At length every one will call me . . . Finch.
I was with David at Llanddewi,
Felt the ground rise up under me.
Anything for publicity.
I was with Aneurin at Catraeth
in the spring.
Just there to drink glasfedd really. And to sing.
Last time I volunteer for anything.
I was with Heledd at Cynddylan's
hall;
watched the long mournful shadows fall.
Still - you can't win them all.
I was with Llywelyn at
Cilmeri.
Said: 'Arglwydd, this place feels creepy.
Fine, then - don't listen to me.'
I was with Glyndwr at the
end.
Left him to fetch my pen.
Came back: he'd gone again.
I was with Caradoc - yes,
I know
I've skipped a couple of centuries or so -
Methodism was pretty slow.
Then Dylan,Keidrych and
Glyn,
Harri, John Tripp and Gwyn.
Now it got interesting.
There is nothing in the
world I have not been,
a string in a harp-song, a roadsign painted green,
a word in a book, a pixel on a screen.
Primary chief bard am I
to Cardiff,
And my original country is the region of Roath;
I have been called, Petros, Pedr, Peter, Pete,
At length every one will call me . . . Finch.
Grahame Davies
.
Not about Pete
A poem by Ifor
Thomas
read at the poet's dinner held to mark
Finch's
standing down from his
more than decade's work at first the Academi
and then Literature Wales. June, 2011
He who booked the last
and only beat
to read in Elm street
fresh in from City Lights
with his mother
and the cistern
that dripped
over the bar that ebbed and flowed.
Green leather jacket
posh biker writer.
In the Gower
the upstairs room but not tonight
not unless you are a pigeon fancier
or in the masons.
When Broadrib nee Ozzard drizzled
the rubber chicken squawked
the spun tube whistled
the hailer howled
Hay coughed and shuffled
as the smoke alarms
were conscripted to
loud sound poetry.
The teach
of Ty Newydd -
they sang to the songs of
Elis's chain saw, chanted Basho.
Pamela Roberts at midnight
in a candlewick dressing gown
growling at the top of the stairs.
Sue eased
the pain of the frozen peas.
Winter radish shrivel
as we learn the inevitable laws of urology.
It spills out
of the mouth,
into the blog
onto the pavements
eggs of ideas
letters scrambled
poems fried.
He of the tweet
the walking feet
the real Cardiff
the real Wales -
a real writer's treat.
Ifor Thomas