Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Poetry Highlights of 2013

Here are a few of my poetic highlights of 2013:

[On the basis that 'poetry is news that stays news', I have included highlights that weren't new to the world last year, but were new to me. Similarly, the 'poet of the year' is the poet who's made the greatest impression on me this year, rather than necessarily the one with the best new work this year.]

Poetry event of the year: Paul Muldoon at Durham Cathedral
Poet of the year: Jorie Graham
Poetry book of the year: Never by Jorie Graham
New poetry book of the year: West North East by Matt Clegg
Pamphlet of the year: Confusion Species by Suzannah Evans
Anthology of the year: The Footing from Longbarrow Press
Poem of the year: Prayer by Jorie Graham (from Never)
Sequence of the year: Death and the Gallant by Chris Jones (in The Footing)
Special mention: Seamus Heaney (of course)

Some things I'm looking forward to next year:

A new book by Jenny Lewis out from Carcanet (about her father in Mesopotamia during WWII)
Exploring 'other' war poets to complement the 1914 centenary
Two books by Valerie Rouzeau, from Arc that look exceptional at first glance…

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Tolerance and Temptation

Exceptional poetry is rare enough that it requires the reader to be tolerant of, open for and receptive of many differentiating particularities of those poet who can write it: e.g. David Jones' Welsh and Catholic mythology. More dangerously, it can call for the same openness to a writer's vices and failings: e.g. Pound's fascism, Yeats' and Hughes' and Plath's occultism.

This combination of tolerance and temptation creates a curious situation in which the creation of increasing amounts of exceptional poetry weakens the impetus towards that empathy, but also protects against susceptibility to other failings. It is easier not to stray outside our tribe, but also to not betray our values.

This is, of course, a minor effect (empathy and integrity are too important in their own right), but I suspect that it is nonetheless real, as well as curious.

Wednesday, 3 December 2008

"Do you know who I am?"

An amusing post over on Volatile Rune about unwittingly coming across T S Eliot's Gerontion without realising who it's by and judging it 'better than average'... (The blog's well worth a regular read too, btw).

It reminds me of the fantastic book Practical Criticism by I A Richards (yes, I've got rather old-school tastes sometimes), in which he recounts his experience of giving a variety of poems to his Cambridge undergraduates without saying who they were by. Some were by 'great names', others by far 'lesser' figures. The results were intriguing and didn't generally fit with the recieved opinion about which were 'better'.

There are many conclusions which could be drawn from the experiment. I'm sure many would say that it shows that 'The Canon' is a load of bunkum. But I'd be inclined to suggest that it shows (as with Volatile Rune's experience) that we often read poetry in a way that's not equipped to recognise all of the depth, subtlety and context of the poem. And that's ok. Perhaps we note which are worth a reread, and that's when we start to sift the wheat from the corn (having already sifted out the chaff). After all, 'better than average' isn't a wrong description of Eliot's poetry.

Friday, 28 November 2008

Dylan or Dylan

I went to see Jarvis Cocker play a hometown gig in Sheffield this week, at which the highlight was the projection of the standard crowd banter onto the backdrop ('good evening Sheffield. Are you feeling all right? I can't hear you. That's better' etc) whilst the great man himself (tGMH)wandered around the stage.

Anyhow - at the end, tGMH started reciting that bit of Dylan Thomas. 'Do not go gentle into that good night' and so forth. And it seemed to almost work. Which reminded me of how Dylan T was a sort of synthesis of the old 'Dylan or Keats' question. It's not too much of a leap from there to Oasis' Champagne Supernova, after all...

The Man Who Was Thursday

Speaking of poets and politics, I've just been reading G K Chesterton's The Man Who Was Thursday, at the insistence of my sister (and yes, she's right: it does make a bizarre type of sense of the post-9/11 world). It opens with a debate between two poets about whether poetry owes alliegance to order or anarchy. One argues that:
An artist disregards all governments, abolishes all conventions. The poet delights in disorder only. If it were not so, the most poetical thing in the world would be the Underground Railway...The poet is always in revolt.

The other counters:
Take your books of mere poetry and prose, let me read a timetable with tears of pride...What is there poetical about being in revolt? You might as well say that it is poetical to be sea-sick. Being sick is a revolt...The most poetical thing in the world is not being sick.

There's something, to my mind, in both of these points of view, though they point to very different poetic traditions.

Monday, 24 November 2008

That quote in full...

Thanks to Miriam, who's just forwarded me the context of the Mahon quote that Seamus Heaney referenced in the interview mentioned below. Ahem:
"Battles have been lost, but a war remains to be won. The war I mean is not, of course, between Protestant and Catholic but between the fluidity of a possible life (poetry is a great lubricant) and the rigot mortis of archaic postures, political and cultural. The poets themselves have taken no part in political events, but they have contributed to that possible life, or to the possibility of that possible life; for the act of writing is itself political in the fullest sense. A good poem is a paradigm of good politics - of people talking to each other, with honest subtlety, at a profound level. It is a light to lighten the darkness; and we have had darkness enough, God knows, for a long time."

I love the phrase 'people talking to each other with honest subtlety'. It precisely articulates one of poetry's gentle powers, as well as how the most sensitive and transformative people I know communicate. Perhaps they recognise themselves in my description: I hope so.

Monday, 17 November 2008

Speaking of Magma...

...the magazine has launched a new blog here, as part of their new website here. Doesn't seem to be very busy on there yet, but give it time. Magma's always struck me as one of the poetry magazines that most 'gets it' in terms of being readable, accessible, contemporary, interesting and generally part of a world that you'd recognise from everyday life.

The blog will also, apparently, include contributions from Rob Mack of Surroundings (which is how I found out about it).

American politics and poetry

In the light of all the excitement about Barack Obama being seen in public with a copy of Derek Walcott's Collected Poems under his arm, I was reminded of seeing an anthology of Langston Hughes that John Kerry edited in the run-up to the 2004 election.

It's hard to imagine such things happening here in the UK: Gordon Brown protesting "Arctic Monkeys? No, no: I said I love Moniza Alvi" or David Cameron cycling to work with a copy of Paradise Lost being driven in a car behind him. Although, to be fair, I do remember a thoughtful article by David Blunkett about Philip Larkin in Magma a little while ago. Perhaps the revolution will be poeticised, after all...

Thursday, 13 November 2008

Glory Box

I've just come across a poem by Rob Mack of excellent-blog-Surroundings-fame, that is (pleasingly consistently) excellent (imho). It's called Glory Box and it goes like this: 'a-one, two, a-one, two, three, four...'.

Oh ok, I'll link to it instead. Here.

Tuesday, 11 November 2008

People are shouting: it must be politics...

A storm in a teacup seems to have erupted following Poetry Review discussing political poetry here. There's an interesting follow-up by the writer of one of the original articles here as well. What strikes me most forcefully (I may come back to the issue at issue at a later point) is the sheer angriness and rudeness of some of the comments in response. 'Ignorant and frightened bunch of bores', 'reactionary conservatism', 'one of the most reactionary and tedious magazines', and various suggestion that the writer of the article is a 'moron' and hasn't read beyond 1967, or 1981 or some other time well in the past. There is, of course, plenty of back-story on this one, but it doesn't seem very constructive and good-natured. Peace and love, people; peace and love...