‘I shall never see sales of my poetry,’ writes Henry Normal on the dearth of reading options in an airport’s duty-free, ‘next to a giant Toblerone’.
Whether or not Mr. Normal’s work ever becomes part of a pre-flight meal-deal, only time and the whims of the Easyjet marketing team will tell. If not it’s a shame, because these are the passing rituals to which he adds the poetry – finding the connections between the flitting modern world and other parts of being human that are bone-deep and unchanging. ‘What do I want from this communication?’ he asks. ‘Diversion from the humdrum/enough to shake the earth’.
If there were an office sweepstakes for a ‘Nottingham’s Favourite Writer’ competition, you might well be crossing your fingers to draw Henry Normal from the pot; a man who, after a jam-packed career in TV comedy from Partridge to The Royle Family, has found another niche as a much-loved stand-up poet. He’s now touring with the similarly gifted Brian Bilston, and they’ll be appearing together at the Nottingham Playhouse on the 23rd of April.
That’ll be a grand homecoming for Henry, and he is resolutely a Nottingham writer. Like the city’s best, he is never far from his social conscience, wearing it lightly in A Moonless Night like a favourite cardi. He gives Gil Scott Heron a post-Brexit twist in ‘The Electorate Will Not Be Patronised’, and offers wry warnings to a downbeat public in ‘Resolution’: ‘don’t break beneath the energy bill’.
It’s hard to take in the state of the world without keeping one eye on technology – when we last spoke to Henry we talked about AI getting wilier by the year, and A Moonless Night offers its own cheery look at tech dystopia. ‘I look much better in AI,’ he writes – ‘it’s captured the real me.’ ‘The Last Post’ reminds us that we won’t be tallying up LinkedIn contacts on our deathbed, and Normal takes stock of the tools that Silicon Valley engineers are using to stir us into conflict in the wonderfully named ‘Hell-gorithm’ – what’s the point of progress, if it seems to mainly offer up ‘homophobes hoping to be my mate’?
If modernity seems a bit madcap, where do we go? The natural world is here as a place of respite, and it can even be a comfort food worthy of the duty-free itself: we see ‘the crinkle-cut surface of the ocean…sandstone granola…Hand-made Heaven’. Tastebuds are often prodded – ‘night falls,’ says one title, ‘like icing sugar through a sieve’ – although due warning is given to us of the dangers of becoming over-caked: ‘resist the calories,’ says Normal, ‘at Patisserie Valerie’s’.
