Adam Piette
“I am
reading your Black Book with great interest. All those
decades—all those traces—all those places—all those
Chirico arcades we flit through or stand in, watching
the rain, lighting a cigarillo—and we won’t even know
whether it’s a B film or not!”
[Edwin Morgan, letter to Roy Fisher, May Day,
2000]
Roller was a very
long running project using a text Roy Fisher had offered
to Ian Tyson in 1979. The text was supposed to be
included in what Tyson described in the request letter
to Fisher (dated 1st March, 1979) as a
'one-off magazine/anthology', planned as a letterpress
edition of 150-200 copies. Tyson goes on:
It
would have a decidedly non objective slant and I
wondered if you would have something for it (for
instance pieces like “Cultures” would be an ideal
example ie with emphasis on the typographic quality) say
about four pages. Other people might be Asa Benveniste,
Alan Reynolds, Kevin Power, Peter Cunliffe (a friend who
teaches at St Martins and does very interesting system
pieces) a 3D page by a sculptor called Richard Wilson to
a text of Simon Cutts and perhaps Brian Marley. It will
be entirely English and hopefully look as if it has
something to do with 1979 rather than the music hall and
the title—“Smokeless Zone”. The deal would be copies for
all and non-profit making. . . .
When he
received the text of 'Roller' from Fisher, Tyson sent a
couple more enthusiastic letters, one in which he
confessed he didn't understand all of it, and another
(29th November 1979) which repeated the
pledge made at the outset:
Yes I
need to talk about Roller in the not too distant
future as I would like to put it into a four part mag I
am planning being you, me, Asa Benveniste, and another
painter called Peter Cunliffe all under the grand title
of Smokeless Zone (think I mentioned this before). In
order to be able to afford to do it I will have to print
at Norwich so must get it under way a.s.a.p.
The
Wilson
reference and the allusion to Cunliffe's 'system pieces'
may have prompted Fisher to produce a quasi-machinic
text systematised according to grid, responding to
Tyson's own affection for the numbers game of grids in
his book projects. In particular, there is Tyson's
suggestion that he write fragment-text 'pieces'
resembling those arranged as text-objects on the circles
of the Tetrad Press collaboration, Cultures. Cultures
had been what Tyson liked to call a 'typographic'
project, and Fisher does include in Cultures a
reference to the printing process, the phrase recorded
on the third circle: 'a moment | printed is | enlarged |
infinitely'.[1]
The title 'Roller' must refer to the roller of the
printing press, the same roller that Fisher would
imagine at work printing out the streets of Birmingham
in the 1986 A Furnace:
then
suddenly printed across with
this
century, new, a single
passage
of the roller
dealing
out streets of terraces
that
map like ratchet-strips[2]
The poem
offered to Tyson in 1979 has already imagined that
urban-historical roller as analogous to his own creative
memories of Birmingham streets and scenes; memories that
have been, however, gridded, machinised, systematised by
some technocultural force.
What is mysterious, though, is why Ian Tyson
would then sit on that poem for twenty years without
doing anything with it. In one of the interviews with
Cathy Courtney for the BL's sound archive series,
National Life Stories: Artist's Lives, conducted after
Courtney had produced The Looking Book: a Pocket
History of Circle Press (London: Circle Press,
1996), Tyson confesses that he couldn't find 'any kind
of direct visual connection with [the 'Roller' poem]',
and had offered it to his son Matthew, but Matthew had
baulked at working on a typographical project, so they
had left it at that.[3]
It was only when Fisher wrote them a letter (prompted by
Derek Slade's updating of his 1987 bibliography for the
2000 The Thing About Roy Fisher) asking him
whether he was planning to print it or not, that Tyson
turned back to the poem and resurrected the forgotten
Smokeless Zone project, but this time as a stand-alone
print object.
Tyson still had difficulty, he tells Courtney,
finding a 'visual corollary' to the poem, until he hit
on a solution: he would find it in three dimensions: 'my
visual contribution would be some sort of sculptural
cover'. Matthew Tyson still did not want to work on the
text, but Ron King had expressed an interest: King would
generate the typographical side of the poem, working
with his typesetter Karen Bleitz – so Roller
shifted from Tetrad to Circle. Tyson remembers King
saying 'we'll do it on the computer and we'll make a
fairly cheap edition of it'. With Tyson and Bleitz
communicating by fax, Tyson sending dummy text typed out
on his electronic typewriter, Bleitz set up the whole
project on her Mac, and the text was printed, in colour,
on an Epson printer. Tyson had learnt from his own
typesetters, Set Up, how typewritten texts could very
quickly be visualised and redesigned on computer, and
had appreciated the speed of the ways computer-savvy
typesetters could work with grids; and the practice of
John Christie, producing whole books from start to
finish on computers, had impressed him too, he tells
Courtney. Roller is produced, as the Yale
catalogue puts it, as:
the first computer-generated book made at
Circle Press designed
for
a text written in 1979, printed in Centaur on an Epson
Stylus in three colours by Karen Bleitz. 35 signed
copies in a concertina format – 22 pp – 14 x 17 cm on
with black card ends and a fluted
composition-board-slip-case.
The Tyson
'sculptural cover' is rather oddly noted here as a'
fluted composition-board-slip-case' – it is much
more easily recognizable as a black wooden version of a
CD-case, with the fluted lines the only element that
suggests the gridlines of the actual poem inside. You
pull out the poem as you might a CD case from a box set,
the black Zerkall card ends also grooved into seven
slices. Open the book up, and the text inside is printed
in concertina-format with thirteen folds – the
concertina a format that had been a feature of Fisher's
1978 collaboration with King, Scenes from the
Alphabet. Each page is divided into four columns,
with two colours, black and red, the column lines a
lime-green: Roy's Cultures-like fragments are
arranged so that each column has two phrases in black,
columns 1 and 4 on the same lines but set low, columns 2
and 3 higher, intercalated vis à vis the other
pair. Two red phrases float on the page at the top left
in the first column, and furthest down in the third.
This patterning repeats for the whole poem, inviting
either a reading that finds a logic for the placements
and rubric-red lettering, or simply accepting the
setting as part of 'computer-generated' form. What had
been written as a response to print technology as
machinic rolling out of urban materiality becomes, after
the twenty-year wait, a grid-systematizing by
information technology with its columns of ones and
zeroes. The historical shift to the informational
changes the meanings of the poem's text-objects. Karen
Bleitz takes the typographical as imagined by Roy's
roller-compositional machine-mind, and as faxed her by
Tyson, and signals other kinds of grids and systems –
she picked up on a reference to 'pale lime-green' in the
poem to colour the column-divisions, for instance. The
informational redefines the mechanical, as her
collaboration with Richard Price, The Mechanical
Word, suggests. Price in a note to the
collaboration, mentions Roller, suggesting that
both Roller and The Mechanical Word
have 'an industrial structure and finish'.[4]
One can get a sense of Tyson's way with design
from notes he communicated about his setting of Jerome
Rothenberg's Sightings:
I used the grid to form the pulse or ground
base of the images & as a structure for the
typography. The colored squares were thematic relating
to each part of the text but once having established it
I improvised freely until I arrived at what I felt to be
a satisfactory counterpoint of typographically correct
text & page.[5]
Adapting
this
to Roller, one can say that the grid forms the
pulse and ground base as structure for the typography:
in the precise sense that the printer roller, as it
prints the text, is imagined as performing four downward
passes (downward because of the conventional movement of
the eye); but as computer-generated it is printing left
to right, the six text-lines as well as the three column
lines. The notional printer-roller prints the columns,
with a vertical pulse of red
text–black text–black text | black text–black text | black text–black text–red text | black text–black text;
while the computer has a visual horizontal rhythm that
runs: red | | | : | black | black | : black | | | black : | black | black | : black | | | black : | | red |.
Fisher's poem is then being structured by the
grid as a counterpoint to its isolated phrasal units,
situating them in the page space as within a
mechanical-informational form that alters the isolated
textual meanings through controlled juxtapositioning and
foregrounding of technological order and word-processing
powers. The text-units themselves, however, have
compositional imperatives that govern the shaping: the
reader sees that at the heart of each page, columns two
and three, the phrases are identical – and then clocks
the fact that the phrase-pairs to either side (columns
one and four) also repeat across the page-fold. A longer
rhythm is at work according to these text-repetitions –
the repeated pairs form squares across two adjacent
columns that are positioned either higher (two and four
of the text-line grid) or lower (three and five). These
alternate so the eye registers (if we open the
concertina) squares flowing high-low-high-low etc.; with
the red phrases also alternating every other column,
high-low-high-low etc..
To the text itself: if we take as representative
a sample across two pages from late in the poem, reading
down each column we get:
[page-fold] easy
feet / another's household / troubles fall
away | candlewick / tight little stairs | candlewick /
tight little stairs / pleasant
duty | snuffle and sleep / brass screw thread
[page-fold] candle smell /
snuffle and sleep / brass screw thread | privation /
slate grey disk | privation / slate grey disk / powdery hands | chicken skin
/ ritually resigned [page-fold]
This
is
the roller-text, and the text-fragments join together as
memory-flashes of images seen, as phrases recalled, as
dream-objects described, falling onto the text from a
Birmingham of long ago, as the references to the candles
and privation invite us to imagine. The pages watch an
old woman, it seems: the last page's red lines will note
'too old already' and 'spread skirt'. The
phrase-units are kept isolated by the grid and machine,
but the repeats insist on the performance of memory as
the pairs double up: with improvisation hinted at with
the red texts, that herald a new page at the fold. As
the phrases read together, they fall into rhythms more
recognizable as poetry, or as the rhythm of memory-texts
attentive to old age – much of Roller is in
synch with Beckett's old woman memory plays, Footfalls,
Rockabye, or anticipates Ill Seen Ill Said.
The two-beat pulse set up by 'easy
feet' alternates
here and there with three-beat phrases ('troubles fall
away', 'tight little stairs', 'brass screw thread'),
gathering to roughly a twenty-four beat cluster per
page. The technology on display here is antique, the
brass screw thread of the candle-holder, candle
lighting up the images of her 'powdery hands',
communicating through the old woman's senses to us
across time and space, as 'candle smell' does the
olfactory environment of the stranger's household.
The first page had hinted that the grid of
columns and text-lines we are encountering might be
mimicking a street-map: 'cloud city' and 'the town roofs'; and later we have 'oblique
street view'. The most metapoetic phrase-pair speaks of
'black white red / old tyres rolling', bringing the
printer roller and its reproduction of black and red
text on white page space into relation with an aircraft
('backyard
aircraft') printing
its tyre-tracks on the yards and roads of old
Birmingham. The aircraft 'dribbles oil', seems to have a
'revolving eye': the aircraft is the technological
objective correlative to Fisher's returning imagination,
printing off streets as it flies over the city, tracking
the roadways as it taxies through the urban spaces. At the same
time, text-phrases point to architecture, a 'tall
ordinary house' and the interior spaces of 'another's
household', as we have seen. The 4 x 6 grid of columns
and text-lines, with the repeating text-squares, and
alternating red-letter phrases, conjure at once an
industrial structure of fabrication appropriate to the
city (the tyre factory, Fort Dunlop of Dunlop Rubber,
once the world's largest factory, was situated in
Erdington), a street map that enables street-overview,
and a house plan inviting the revolving eye of the
returning snooper, spying on the Birmingham folk within.
The spatial coordinating of the language does not
prevent, as we have seen, a rival structuring to occur,
the more sentimental envisioning of body and scene of
the mind's eye remembering past time and city space.
The opening of the poem gives from the outset a
rather brutal warning to the reader not to take the eye
that returns/imagines/recalls too sentimentally: 'airy
wire / cloud city [page-fold] one
idiot eye / airy
wire / cloud city'. The Birmingham being conjured may be
a castle in Spain, a city imagined in the clouds, made
of airy wires like a mock-up tricked-up for the movies;
or it may be a city seen from the clouds, its wires of
communication imagined in the air of poetry. The eye
that is seeing the city may be insane, with clouded
judgement, head in the air; or it may take us back to
the origin of 'idiot', the lay person, the simple,
ordinary person, the city-dweller with their fancies.
The journey back in time, though, is what makes the
visions tough to call as realist, as true. The first two
pages remember 'horse on nothing / drawing trees up',
which crosses the starving horses at labour in the city
before the combustion engine took over with a vision of
a horse appearing in the middle of nothingness whilst
trees are drawn up into the sky by the draughtsman
Fisher-poet. What is being drawn up too, from the past,
is old language: one page speaks of a 'loose jointed
lady / marble top disc', and later we have 'slate grey
disc', as we have seen. The 'lady' may be being imagined
within a shop or kitchen where a revolving slate disc is
set in the marble top; or, more likely once we know
this, the 'lady' is the Birmingham term for a small
roofing-slate, measuring, the OED tells us,
approximately sixteen inches by eight inches': Swinney's
Birmingham and Stafford Chronicle of 1791 is
quoted: 'There is now on Sale […] a large Quantity of
superfine Carnarvonshire Slates; consisting of Ton
Slates, Patent Slates, Countess Slates, Ladies' Slates
and Doubles'. The 'town
roofs' of the
first page may be supplying the fiction of the old lady
through the ancient technology of the roof-slate and its
technical language, providing its own gridwork, the 16x8
of the 'lady' and its tiling of the roofs
counterpointing with the poem's own 6x4.
The roller of Roller then has two rival
meanings, the tyre-tread of the rolling wheels of the
aircraft providing the revolving eye with its cloud city
views; the inked printer roller printing off street and
scene and poem. But it may conjure too the technologies
Tyson, Bleitz and King used to bring Roller to
material being – Tyson's typewriter with its rollers
holding the page; the roller holding the toner in the
Epson printer. Or it may signal the rolling out of film
celluloid, each of the four strips per page containing
shots and stills from the cutting room floor – as Morgan
implies when he wonders in his 2000 letter which B-movie
we might be in. Or it might point to the rolling rhythm
going high to low to high of the pair-squares and red
letter phrases, a long wave of text running along the
concertina's rolling folds. The text being
counterpointed by the computer-generated form has its
own internal counterpointing of motif: city, denizen,
antique technology, house, road, urban space scoped by
the revolving eye of the city-as-techne; airy
nothings, visions, flashes of memory ('her
face
/ flashes
late') dreamt by the old poet capturing what he glimpses
in his mind's eye. Morgan, when he was sent the 'black
book' that is Roller, commended Fisher for the
surrealist technique used by the remembering eye: 'all
those traces—all those places—all those Chirico arcades
we flit through or stand in'. Morgan took the columns as
a set of de Chirico arcades, eerie, dreamy, nearly empty
of people, constructed from memory traces, or dream
places, or both, conjoining the unconscious with the
city-dweller's imagination and recall. Those columns
summon, too, another conjoining – the fusion of the
Auden group's technological 1930s envisioning with the
iconography of the working-class, a Mass-Observational
style: 'pylon foot / brick tea' is repeated on the very
first page. This revolving eye[6]
returns to the first decade of Fisher's life on earth
and in the city, returning too to the styles,
surrealist, Mass Obs and Popular Front, of the 1930s to
really date this ultra-modern informational Circle Press
object. Fisher circles back to his deep past
(mischievously challenging Tyson's up-to-date modernism:
'hopefully look as if it has something to do with 1979
rather than the music hall'), back to his Birmingham
traces in a dream of old technologies (the candles,
slates, printing press rollers, and dilapidated
aircraft) that is also a techne made of traces
and places of the mind, rolling out the city maps and
city scenes dreamt as much as remembered within the
grids of the city's networks.
[2]
'The Return' section of A Furnace, The
Long and the Short of It: Poems 1955-2010
(Harset: Bloodaxe, 2012), p. 60.
[4]
Richard Price on Arc Editions on his hydrohotel
website – hydrohotel.net/ArcEditions1.pdf.
[5]
Jerome Rothenberg on Ian Tyson, jacket2,
September 2014 – homage written 2004 – 'Ian
& me: A collaboration' – https://jacket2.org/commentary/ian-me-collaboration
[6]
''Will you never have done … revolving it all … In
your poor mind?", the mother asks her daughter in
Beckett's 1975 Footfalls.
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