Thomas Ovans applauds a new poetry anthology edited by Peter Kennedy – and also the motivation behind it.
Days begin... Edited by Peter Kennedy Wivenbooks (in association with poetrywivenhoe) ISBN 978-0-9929125-1-2 52pp £10
The poetry anthology Days Begin … was conceived to help to raise money for a new Cancer Centre at Colchester General Hospital. In this development a range of treatment services will be consolidated in such a way as to improve patients’ experience and quality of life. In pursuit of this worthy cause some forty-odd excellent poets have contributed poems – some previously published but a good many being new work. The contributors were not asked to write on any particular themes; but the editorial team invites the reader to see the contents as a loose sequence of beginnings / realisation /hope /resignation / envoi. Readers who do not choose to monitor these categories too closely will, in any case, find a reading experience similar to that of enjoying a well-edited, well-produced poetry magazine (with the bonus of a piece of attractive artwork by Barbara Peirson).
Several London Grip reviewers have recently remarked on the particular difficulties of writing about an anthology since one cannot expect to be able to comment on an author’s breadth or narrowness of range and style or upon the ways in which certain themes and images are repeated or developed. What one can say is that the poets appearing here have offered work of a uniformly high standard even while writing in a range of forms and moods. The poems are all short – none occupying more than a page – and care has clearly been taken with their ordering.
In a short review one can only mention a few of the poets and poems in this book. I feel somewhat like a judge in a poetry competition who makes the standard opening remark to the effect that all the entries were of a remarkably high standard before proceeding to nominate three winners. In choosing the following extracts, however, I am not so much awarding prizes as simply attempting to give an overall sense of the pleasures awaiting in this selection.
The book begins with a title poem from Penelope Shuttle, reflecting on time’s elusive nature: Days begin / when I’m not looking … Days cross my path / or so they say. A few pages further on Caroline Gilfillan plays with time in another way with an imagined recreation of a summer evening walk with her parents dad’s hair glossed with bay rum and mum’s specs catching late light while she herself will slip into the warm space where his blazer brushes her cardigan. In contrast, Rebecca Goss offers a poem squarely placed in the here and now: ‘In a fishmonger’s queue a woman talks about cancer’ (one of the few poems to tackle the C-word head-on) shocks us by its present-tense matter-of-factness
I’m behind her, staring at her blue woolly hat. The fishmonger leans in, how are you doing? I catch the words breast, surgeon as they swim from her mouth. She glances behind (no eyebrows), turns back before I can smile.
There is something similarly down-to-earth and haunting about Martin Malone’s villanelle ‘Digitalis’
Between his first and third heart attack passed my father’s Summer of Love. An unknown younger man came back.
Matt Harvey strikes a lighter note with ‘The amazing memory man’s magical memories’ which begins
I remember the dress that you wore when we met The dress with the dots – how could I forget Two hundred and four – none exactly the same I counted them all as you came through the door .... gave each one a name
Rhyme also appears in a less obtrusive way in a deceptively unassuming little narrative by Martin Newell September was seduction / October the affair / The evidence was red / and gold / A halo on her hair; and again in Kit Wright’s small but eloquent hymn to anxiety
Come home safe: I think of you driving Over the Runcorn Bridge in our senile car, Its toothless ratchets, arthritic pistons conniving To take me away from wherever you are. (‘From Cheshire’)
And finally, what anthology would be complete without the appearance of a few animals? We can watch, with Katrina Porteus, a fulmar hurl its breast / To the wind’s unseen geometry; with Nancy Mattson we can meet a dog who is only five years old but born mournful ; and we may sympathise with the limited life-chances of Antony Dunn’s pair of goldfish in a bowl / who never turned a corner / in their lives.
If some of these quotations have whetted your appetite I can assure you that I could easily have come up with another ten attractive extracts from different poets.
Days Begin … is available from Wivenhoe Bookshop via http://www.wivenhoebooks.com/contact/ and may also be purchased at a number of launch events currently being arranged. The next one is on November 6th as part of the Camden reading series at 1 Buck Street, Camden, NW1 8NJ. Start time is 7 pm.
Thomas Ovans is NOT (as some google searches might suggest) a Nashville-based, Boston-raised street rocker. Instead he lives in London and has a background in technical writing and editing. He is also a regular reviewer forLondon Grip. His own poems have appeared most recently on Ink Sweat & Tears and The Stare’s Nest.