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Book Launch for Ronald Tamplin’s ‘Checkpoint’
There will be a book launch for Ronald Tamplin’s new chapbook, Checkpoint, at Exeter Central Library on Tuesday 23 March. The evening begins with some good old mingling from 6.30 with a 7pm start. Admission is free, and it would be great to see you! Checkpoint costs £5.
Checkpoint Ronald Tamplin, Exeter Poetry Festival, ISBN 987-0-9564920-0-5
Checkpoint is now for sale – you can email us to buy a copy, or get one here.
Ronald Tamplin at Exeter Poetry Festival
We’re delighted that one of Exeter’s most distinguished literary figures, Ronald Tamplin, will be appearing at Exeter Poetry Festival. We’ll also be publishing Checkpoint next month, a Chapbook of new poems by Ronald. Keep an eye on this site for news of the launch.
Ronald Tamplin was born in London, his father English, his mother Irish, educated there at the same school as Johnny Dankworth though sometime after, and then at Oxford. From there to teaching English Literature at universities in New Zealand, France, and Turkey, but mostly at the University of Exeter. His academic books include studies of TS Eliot and Seamus Heaney and Rhythm and Rhyme, a study of verse method. He has also edited an anthology of love letters, not his own, and The Arts: A History of Expression in the Twentieth Century. Both these books have been translated into a number of languages. His poems and translations have appeared widely in magazines and collections, mainly in England, but also in Australia, Canada, France, Ireland, New Zealand, Turkey, the United States and in two chapbooks, Vivaldi and Trouble in Mind. He has won a number of awards and is a Trustee of The Charles Causley Trust.
The Checkpoint poems are characteristic of much of his work. Poetry he feels is not a casual art. ‘When you do not know how to say it, that is the moment the poem must come. It will bring into play the resources of music and of painting – structures of sound and colour, communication certainly but heightened beyond a mere passage of words. Nor is it a single voice but an interweaving of many voices, many images, “a web of disparates … holding all possibilities in tension”.