1. Blog Review 35: Pippa Little Reviews ‘The Years’ by Tom Duddy

    Written by Pippa Little — July 15, 2014 10:40

    I’d only read one poem by Tom Duddy but its simple grace stayed with me. There was a mysteriousness and sweetness to it, a gut feeling that this was a real poem by a real poet (much as I felt when first reading John Glenday’s Grain). It was ‘The Touch’, and, like many of the poems in this posthumous collection, dealt with a rural Irish childhood memory of going running to fetch the doctor and being met on the doorstep by his wife “…whose briskly gentle hands/once fixed my collar as I stood in the rain”. I wanted to discover if Duddy’s other poems had that magic and having now read The Years I can say that they do.

    The circumstances of this collection – Tom Duddy’s unexpected illness, failed treatment and death aged 62 – would make reading some of the poems almost unbearable if not for the poet’s ability to marvel at the world, to encompass both anguish at approaching death and a heightened tenderness for life. The thought of autumn induces both: “A frisson runs me through, half-/grief, half thrill.” (Urban Calendar p.43) In circumstances such as these, poetry itself in thought and act assumes deeper significance, as the dust-jacket says: “Faced with mortality, the ‘exactitude’ of poetic writing provided discipline, illumination and hope”. In this “exactitude” lie layers of a quiet, dry humour, an acutely self-aware nostalgic inclination and a formidable intelligence. Duddy’s publisher Nell Nelson wrote in a HappenStance blog shortly after his death in 2012 that Duddy “writes as though…each moment contains the secret of life. We should all write like this – if only we could”.

    Time and memory are slippery, subtly charged with emotional force: childhood and middle-age are fluidly interlinked. In ‘Time Of Our Lives’ Duddy muses on his changed house, quiet now their children no longer fill it and he and his wife are “resigning [themselves] to peace”. Another, ‘The Stones’, is a meditation on how we forget the details and minutiae of everyday life yet that is where meaning, in the end, lies. I love how lightly yet surely the poet treads in these fragile places, hidden and secret as the houses and dens he often evokes, yet as deeply familiar and resonant as myth. The opening and closing poems, ‘The Appointment’ and ‘The Last Guest’, frame this collection with great control. Both are about death and dying though neither is referenced overtly. The mysterious quality of the first poem, its “stooping figure” in the room dark with heavy curtains who searches in a “secret drawer” and who will not wake the protagonist “till it’s time” is both sinister and loving. The final poem, in which the unspecified “she” makes “the effort, effort/of such magnitude that only I/am able to know it” to stay “listening”, “never tiring/ persona in place” until “the/last/guest/has//left”, is, in my reading, a love poem and a blessing for those whom the dead must leave behind, hugely moving and impressive.

    ‘Memory’ poems, capturing a moment or drawn-out narrative, celebrate the rich multiplicity of an ‘ordinary’ life: a child hiding in his den, a dreaded wedding reception, a visiting uncle, a parcel from America with unwearable hand-me-downs, a political meeting, a childhood game – all are lightly and skilfully handled, vividly described. And yet beneath lie profound musings on mortality, love, loss, time, memory: ‘Liber Mundi’ ends

    “…Presented//with the merely actual, we look off/to one side of it, reading for omens/of a counter-world that is unmarked, unflagged, still remotely our own.”

    His death has put paid to the great promise of a too-small output – a pamphlet from HappenStance, The Small Hours, in 2006, a first full collection by Irish press Arlen House, The Hiding Place, in 2011 and this final collection, The Years, again by Nell Nelson’s HappenStance. It is to HappenStance’s great credit that they first encouraged his gift and have now given us this fine collection of last work to keep his light shining.

    Here is the final stanza from ‘Eagles and Victors’, a poem ostensibly about nostalgia for old comics and the particular intensity of a child’s imaginative reading:

    The only thing that can compare now
    is a new book of poems in which
    someone from the far side of an old
    or new world, making do with words,
    puts you in the picture by the dint
    of exactitude, leaving small hints
    of the unknown – a bobolink here,
    a gossamer tree there, by Sung Mountains.

    There is so much in The Years: “making do with words” while weaving a marvellous spell with them. The extract above could be describing my first opening of Tom Duddy’s book and the connection I felt instantly with what I found inside.

    Pippa Little
    Pippa Little’s first collection, Overwintering, was published in 2012 by Carcanet press. Her website is http://pippalittlepoetry.co.uk

    The Years Tom Duddy

    The Years by Tom Duddy is published by HappenStance Press, £12 hardback.

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  2. Call for contributions – Magma 61 on the theme of ‘the street’

    Written by Jon Sayers at July 3, 2014 16:35

    Magma’s original meaning in Greek is ‘mixture’ and so the theme of ‘the street’ seems a fitting reflection of our magazine’s ambition to represent the widest mix of poetry, from the formal to the informal, the mainstream to the margins.  The street, after all, is shared territory: all human life is there.  Magma, too, is common ground, and we believe all poetic life should be able to rub shoulders here.

    We are seeking poems that celebrate the street as a public thoroughfare, owned by no-one and everyone, where strangers pass and old acquaintance meets, where glances are exchanged or avoided, feet fight for space with wheels, sticks, and paws, where shoppers, commuters, the young, the old, the down, the out, are all following their own paths and purposes, moving towards hidden destinations; the street as a stage where fights, riots and nothing in particular can happen, where transactions, congress and compacts take place, by day or by night, of an innocent or not altogether innocent kind.  Where robbery happens in daylight and hiding takes place in plain sight.  The street is a theatre in which we are all both actor and audience.

  3. Magma 59 Launch in Leicester

    Written by Roberta James at July 2, 2014 14:26

    Join us for an evening of poetry and a celebration of Magma 59: Breaks at our regional launch Upstairs at the Western in Leicester, Thursday July 17th. Lorraine Mariner and Kathryn Gray will be joined by other poets from the issue. Drinks are available from the bar downstairs and can be brought up. Doors open 6.30 for reading at 7pm. The reading will conclude by 9pm. Entrance is free. You can reserve your place by booking on Eventbrite.

     

  4. Blog Review 34: Andrew Sclater Reviews ‘Lowland’ by Will Kemp

    Written by Andrew Sclater at July 1, 2014 12:31

    Before I opened this book, I liked the cover’s atmosphere — sedges against a hazy grey-blue background. Imagine fenland, mist and water. The title Lowland stands pale and eerie across the top, as ‘there’ and ‘not-there’ as a vapour trail. The 80 pages are full of fenny atmospheres and remind us how vast landscapes dwarf human desires and aspirations.

    Lowland, Kemp’s second collection, is a sequence on love and unfulfilment, set against the lonely opennesses of East Anglia and the polders of coastal Holland. The North Sea stands as a great, chill, opaque-blue mirror refracting sameness and difference across the regions. The two opening poems, ‘Holland’ (about the Netherlands) and ‘Holland Fen’ (a village in Lincolnshire), begin to explore the hazy distinctions. Though Kemp has (or deserves) a stake in both places, his connections prove unequal to the restrictive effects of borders. And though the physical places are distinctly different, they are similar at least in their sharing of the same skies, to which Kemp frequently refers. The colour blue is a recurrent motif too. Nothing is as solid as one might hope it to be.

  5. Magma 59: the new issue and its launch events

    Written by Roberta James at June 26, 2014 9:31

    Magma 59 will be launched at two venues.  

    In London, the launch will take place at the London Review Bookshop, 14 Bury Place, London WC1A 2JL on Friday 27 June. Doors open at 6.30pm with readings 7 to 9pm with Colette Bryce and Lorraine Mariner.  Entrance is free, but please reserve a seat here.  Wine will be available with a recommended donation of £3.  

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