2023 has been a productive year, in that I’ve been working with editor Harry Baker to produce feature-length versions of a number of my films on American poets, all of which now run to around 90 minutes. The titles are:

Gary Snyder: O Mother Gaia 

Amiri Baraka: Sing! Fight! Sing! Fight! From LeRoi to Amiri 

Michael McClure: Abstract Alchemist of Flesh 

Jerome Rothenberg: Vot Em I Doink Here? 

Robert Creeley: Black Mountain Blues 

Together with my Channel 4 documentaries on Allen Ginsberg, No More to Say & Nothing to Weep For, & Frank O’Hara, How Terrible Orange Is/& Life, they probably represent the largest body of work on film relating to the remarkable generation of American poets who emerged during the 1950s & who were brought to international recognition through Donald Allen’s ground-breaking anthology The New American Poetry 1945-60. These films, along with my documentary on the avant-garde filmmaker Stan Brakhage, have been almost entirely self-funded. In the coming year I plan to enter them into a number of festivals, in the hope of finding a distributor – is there anyone out there….? – & of raising funds to cover the cost of library materials so that they can be archived and made widely available.

I’m pleased to report that my film on the Chilean poet Raúl Zurita had a well-received screening at the Chilean Embassy in London, on the fiftieth anniversary of the 1973 coup. This film has been entered for the 2024 Santiago Festival.

I’m also pleased to say that my film on Michael Horovitz, also feature-length, has finally been completed. Shot over a period of years, it’s an affectionate portrait of the man: poet, publisher, musician, impresario, countercultural icon & much-loved eccentric, described by Allen Ginsberg as ‘A Cockney, Albionic, Jazz Generation, New Jerusalem, Sensitive Bard’. Cockney….? Michael….? It was through Horovitz’s publication New Departures that as a teenager I first became aware of figures like John Cage & Robert Creeley, something for which I shall always be grateful. It would be good if the film, finished at last, were to get a television screening…