…like every Sunday was family visits day. What makes it different is it’s Jen’s birthday. It’s going to be a cooking and meals with the children day. I walked the dogs and followed this up with a two hour shop as ASDA, Accrington. I don’t remember why I chose that store but I was rewarded with a checkout delay as the store announced “There is a problem with using some chip and pin cards for payment. We apologise for any inconvenience.” This is the way the world ends I thought as I watched a woman in the front of the queue vainly try to pay for her goods. I repeated the thought to
the gentleman directly in front of me and, studying the contents of his shop which included a set of light fittings I added, “Things could prove sticky for those with insufficient cash.”
While the woman in front of him waited he took the opportunity to study the contents of his wallet and made a tactical decision – the light fittings were put to one side. Soon she and her shopping were ushered away, perhaps to trial some other means of taking payment, and it was his turn. He tested his card for its paying power which as suspected, failed. However his tactical decision proved a success. He had just enough cash to cover the balance of his shop.
“You’re right,” he said to me, “this is how the world will end.”
I paid cash. What a headache it is if systems fail (my first novel has civilisation end this way). And by the way I had a headache too.
The shopping was delivered back home to in time to see Craig (Jen’s brother) plus Helen, and Ian (Craig’s son) plus Lauren return from a dog walk. They’d brought Lola (new dog) and Jake (old collie). Margaret (Jen’s sister) was due soon for an extended cooking session in the kitchen. With three hours spare I went to Burnley for day two of the festival. As I’d decided on Aziz Dixon, emerging poet, I headed for Burnley Central Methodist Church – or at least I thought so – ending up at the Sion Baptist Church on Church Street. How well did I know Burnley? As a result I arrived ten minutes late.
Aziz Dixon – Poet Emerging tour
Aziz completed explaining his name which has a connection with Sufism I didn’t catch and launched into poetry. Each poem was accompanied by a brief, informative introduction. Many of them are set in and around the Rossendale area. They dwell on the moors, the landscape of the area, old buildings, everyday life, often have wry wit and are well delivered. Half way through there was a break for a brew and I wandered over to look at his books (see later).
After the break his reading sandwiched some poetry by published poet Hannah Stone (also his sister). His work flowed naturally, there was little evidence of forced rhyme or overly emotive language, his delivery was a good match for the content and there was a lot to take away. This event coincides with the release of his latest volume: Poet Emerging. I recommend tracking him down. One to watch for the future – five out of five. Aziz has been writing since early 2015. He has a number of volumes which are produced through Createspace. These are:
River and Hills: voices of Irwell: Poem Seeds
North Wales Pilgrim: a poetic journey: reflections on a pilgrimage from Holywell to Bardsey
Shells of thoughts and feelings
Outside poetry, he has followed a Sufi path, within the Chishti order, for a number of years. Aziz is his Sufi name. The Sufi orders originated in Central Asia. It is claimed that at one time they operated solely in and through Islam; if that was ever the case it is no longer so.