Thomas Ovans is particularly impressed by a haunting quality in the poems from a new collection by Andrew Shields
Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong
Andrew Shields
Eyewear Publishing
ISBN 978 1 908998 44 6
90 pp £9.99
The title poem of Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong tells us quite a bit about the book and its author, Andrew Shields. Shields is a teacher of English and also a musician and so the poem’s two protagonists reflect two sides of his creative nature. The poem also reveals the poet’s interest in possibilities. Hardy dies in 1929 and Armstrong’s first recordings were made in 1925 and so it is possible to speculate that the former was able to hear an example of the latter’s music. Shields is happy to take this speculation as a starting point and to imagine Hardy hearing brazen song, full-hearted, taking up // caresome things and making them carefree which at the same time had an under-echo of what he’d played / at fairs and weddings, for the dancers.
The title poem actually appears quite late in the book, by which time readers may well have drawn their own conclusions about the poet’s style and motivations. The first poem ‘Hatter’ straightaway demonstrates his fondness for rhyme, iambic rhythms and verbal dexterity. It would make a good performance piece, based as it is around finding as many rhymes as possible for the chorus line He’s a man of many hats. Thus
He’s all the boots left standing on the mats.
He cannot stop adjusting thermostats.
This light-hearted opening poem also enables Shields to indulge his fondness for dropping the names of famous jazz musicians. There are five passing references in the first four lines of ‘Hatter’; but a much more substantial engagement with music comes a little further on in ‘Monk’s Dream’:
He stands
in the moonlight and listens, with both hands,
while dust and echoes settle, to the last
fading sounds he can hear, and the first sounds
he can’t.
(These atmospheric lines more than compensate for a certain prosey-ness in the poem’s opening couplet How many notes are drifting through the air? (More than two hands would still not count them all.))
Music also appears in the form of quotes from songs, notably in ‘Your Mileage May Vary’ where every other line is borrowed from popular music of the 1970s. The book also features entire song lyrics composed by Shields himself (and in some cases recorded by his own band – although, sadly, a sample CD is not included!). These lyrics are identified in the notes; but would probably be easily recognised in any case by virtue of their end-stopped lines and a repeated refrain or chorus. It is, I think, fair to say that these lyrics seem to need the support of the missing melody; taken simply as poems, they seem relatively lightweight compared with some of the best pieces in the collection.
For me, what Shields does best is to construct poems of a dreamlike nature in which we seem to overhear other people’s thoughts or pick up scraps from messages or whispers of conspiracy. There are many quotable examples. ‘Nuthatch’ begins with mention of a paper found in a tree and
The words I was afraid to write on it
will tell you where to go. Be there at dawn.
You’ll find the matches by another tree.
Burn the paper. If the smoke drifts west
you’ve arrived. Sit down and wait for me.
In ‘The Seating Plan’ one might detect echoes of The Eagles and Hotel California
When finally everyone just took a seat
and made their places’ rhymes into their own,
no little man came out to carve the meat,
nor did the host sit down up on his throne.
That’s when a young man thought to try the door
And found it was a painted bas relief...
‘Verses’ includes a favourite image of marks on wooden surfaces:
He scratched a few more words into the desk.
The wood resisted only for a moment.
The paper lay before him, blank as ever.
There’s always something one would like to hide.
If scratchings occur quite frequently (including, for instance, the sound of a stylus on a record) so too do attic locations. One of these is found in ‘January Sixth’ where Shields manages to combine haunting memories with quite precise observation in the present moment:
There’s a Paisley cloth on Dad’s old trunk,
and the lid only opens with a slippery effort
and a cut on his knuckle. Sucking a trace of blood,
he fingers a pair of old sandals it made
no sense to keep ...
Tightly descriptive clauses are also used to good effect to set the scene for ‘Happening’:
He stood up suddenly and threw
himself and his grey canvas sack
to the bus’s floor, then, clutching
the sack’s edges he struck the floor
with it again, four or five times,
then stopped.
Reportage mixed with repetition in ‘Dirty Hands’, produces a cumulatively unsettling result:
Who’s looking at you? Who’s looking at you? The sun
is casting shadows on the platform: yours
and those of the pole you lean on and the bar
the pole supports ...
Who’s looking at you? Your sister
is looking past you down the platform, she
cannot see the train.....
Elsewhere, Shields uses (near-)repetition much more sparingly but effectively when an opening line returns with small variations towards the end of a poem. Thus ‘Catalogue’ is essentially bracketed between the statements As always, the story begins with another and But, as always, the story ends with another.
This is a lively and varied collection. There are several longish pieces like ‘Hatter’, ‘Your Mileage May Vary’ and ‘The Seating Plan’ which seem very suitable for performance (as of course do the song lyrics). Besides the title poem there are further dips into the hypotheticals of history as in ‘The Last D’Athée’s Complaint’; and we have already quoted from some of the enigmatic narrative poems like ‘Nuthatch’ and ‘Dirty Hands’. In most of these, however, there is a sense of theatricality and enjoyment of language which prevents us from being too alarmed about any darkness in the stories that are hinted at. It comes as a surprise therefore when the versatile Mr Shields presents us with ‘Pipe Smoke’, a bleakly straightforward family history told in ballad form.
Shields succeeds in a good deal of what he attempts in this collection; and the last line of the last poem is itself a fitting comment on a book whose verses did what verses mean to do.
.
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 for London Grip. His own poems have appeared most recently on Ink Sweat & Tears and The Stare’s Nest.
by Michael Bartholomew-Biggs • books, poetry reviews, year 2015 • 0 Comments
Thomas Ovans is particularly impressed by a haunting quality in the poems from a new collection by Andrew Shields
The title poem of Thomas Hardy Listens to Louis Armstrong tells us quite a bit about the book and its author, Andrew Shields. Shields is a teacher of English and also a musician and so the poem’s two protagonists reflect two sides of his creative nature. The poem also reveals the poet’s interest in possibilities. Hardy dies in 1929 and Armstrong’s first recordings were made in 1925 and so it is possible to speculate that the former was able to hear an example of the latter’s music. Shields is happy to take this speculation as a starting point and to imagine Hardy hearing brazen song, full-hearted, taking up // caresome things and making them carefree which at the same time had an under-echo of what he’d played / at fairs and weddings, for the dancers.
The title poem actually appears quite late in the book, by which time readers may well have drawn their own conclusions about the poet’s style and motivations. The first poem ‘Hatter’ straightaway demonstrates his fondness for rhyme, iambic rhythms and verbal dexterity. It would make a good performance piece, based as it is around finding as many rhymes as possible for the chorus line He’s a man of many hats. Thus
This light-hearted opening poem also enables Shields to indulge his fondness for dropping the names of famous jazz musicians. There are five passing references in the first four lines of ‘Hatter’; but a much more substantial engagement with music comes a little further on in ‘Monk’s Dream’:
(These atmospheric lines more than compensate for a certain prosey-ness in the poem’s opening couplet How many notes are drifting through the air? (More than two hands would still not count them all.))
Music also appears in the form of quotes from songs, notably in ‘Your Mileage May Vary’ where every other line is borrowed from popular music of the 1970s. The book also features entire song lyrics composed by Shields himself (and in some cases recorded by his own band – although, sadly, a sample CD is not included!). These lyrics are identified in the notes; but would probably be easily recognised in any case by virtue of their end-stopped lines and a repeated refrain or chorus. It is, I think, fair to say that these lyrics seem to need the support of the missing melody; taken simply as poems, they seem relatively lightweight compared with some of the best pieces in the collection.
For me, what Shields does best is to construct poems of a dreamlike nature in which we seem to overhear other people’s thoughts or pick up scraps from messages or whispers of conspiracy. There are many quotable examples. ‘Nuthatch’ begins with mention of a paper found in a tree and
In ‘The Seating Plan’ one might detect echoes of The Eagles and Hotel California
‘Verses’ includes a favourite image of marks on wooden surfaces:
If scratchings occur quite frequently (including, for instance, the sound of a stylus on a record) so too do attic locations. One of these is found in ‘January Sixth’ where Shields manages to combine haunting memories with quite precise observation in the present moment:
Tightly descriptive clauses are also used to good effect to set the scene for ‘Happening’:
Reportage mixed with repetition in ‘Dirty Hands’, produces a cumulatively unsettling result:
Who’s looking at you? Who’s looking at you? The sun is casting shadows on the platform: yours and those of the pole you lean on and the bar the pole supports ... Who’s looking at you? Your sister is looking past you down the platform, she cannot see the train.....Elsewhere, Shields uses (near-)repetition much more sparingly but effectively when an opening line returns with small variations towards the end of a poem. Thus ‘Catalogue’ is essentially bracketed between the statements As always, the story begins with another and But, as always, the story ends with another.
This is a lively and varied collection. There are several longish pieces like ‘Hatter’, ‘Your Mileage May Vary’ and ‘The Seating Plan’ which seem very suitable for performance (as of course do the song lyrics). Besides the title poem there are further dips into the hypotheticals of history as in ‘The Last D’Athée’s Complaint’; and we have already quoted from some of the enigmatic narrative poems like ‘Nuthatch’ and ‘Dirty Hands’. In most of these, however, there is a sense of theatricality and enjoyment of language which prevents us from being too alarmed about any darkness in the stories that are hinted at. It comes as a surprise therefore when the versatile Mr Shields presents us with ‘Pipe Smoke’, a bleakly straightforward family history told in ballad form.
Shields succeeds in a good deal of what he attempts in this collection; and the last line of the last poem is itself a fitting comment on a book whose verses did what verses mean to do.
.
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 for London Grip. His own poems have appeared most recently on Ink Sweat & Tears and The Stare’s Nest.