Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
Commentaries on Bob Cobbing - The Argotist Online
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Funeral Orati<strong>on</strong> for <strong>Cobbing</strong><br />
(11th October 2002)<br />
[One of a number of orati<strong>on</strong>s and/or performances made <strong>on</strong> the day by friends and colleagues]<br />
<strong>Bob</strong> <strong>Cobbing</strong> was am<strong>on</strong>g the most outstanding of human beings; his influence is great. Many who<br />
were out of sympathy with his poetry because it was not like theirs will be forgotten; he will not.<br />
<strong>Bob</strong> <strong>Cobbing</strong> changed and expanded poetry; and he encouraged others to do likewise. He gave<br />
people c<strong>on</strong>fidence. He changed the way we read and the way we perform. Few have d<strong>on</strong>e more.<br />
Two days before he died, aware of his situati<strong>on</strong>, he declared himself happy.<br />
He did not welcome his death; but he did accept it.<br />
His loss is total and irreparable, but it is bey<strong>on</strong>d us. What we are doing here is for us; and I am still<br />
looking to accept that he has died. He was, as always, before me.<br />
I’ve written quite a lot about <strong>Bob</strong> in my time, and even more with him; but just now I feel so<br />
overwhelmed by loss that little seems to move in me. It is a kind of winter. I am at my coldest, and<br />
frost gives way to further deeper frost even if it seems to be getting lighter. I need more time to<br />
write an appropriate poem to <strong>Bob</strong>.<br />
That last time I saw him, he asked how l<strong>on</strong>g Eric Mottram had been in hospital during his final<br />
illness. When I told him, he said, ‘I’ve beaten him’ with some satisfacti<strong>on</strong>, though I am sure it was<br />
also a kind of joke. <strong>The</strong>y figured large in each other’s artistic lives and held each other in high<br />
regard. <strong>The</strong>y quite loved each other, though they wouldn’t have expressed it like that.<br />
I am going to read the last few lines of my own poem addressed posthumously to Eric Mottram.<br />
<strong>The</strong> landscape is Cornish Spring rather than English autumn, but the need and my obvious answer<br />
are the same.<br />
<strong>The</strong> ship has almost g<strong>on</strong>e... It’s sinking fast<br />
beneath the blue <strong>on</strong> bluer horiz<strong>on</strong>...<br />
Loe Bar’s quite empty,<br />
Porthleven tiny<br />
what there is of it showing round Penrose;<br />
and the grass is thick, rushing green about me;<br />
and the sea’s rolling smoothly ultramarine;<br />
It’s time for this to end.<br />
Three largish dogs have tumbled up<br />
and formed a hopeful line.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y face me now, certain I shall assert<br />
that it exists and is the world’s centre,