Norbert Hirschhorn enjoys a promising first pamphlet collection by Louise Warren
In the Scullery with John Keats
Louise Warren
Cinnamon Press
ISBN 978-1-910836095
25 pp ÂŁ4.99
In a 6 February 2009 article in the Guardian, (âReturn of the Pamphletâ) Jackie Kay celebrated the UK boom in pamphlet publications. She observed, âThe poetry pamphlet has always been a good way for new poets to reach an audienceâŚthe connoisseur’s version of a very tasty starter.â The pamphlet is also a way for poets to show the keenest of their early works, often honed in workshops; to test what direction their styles are taking; and also to announce themselves to poetry peers, no less to friends and family.
Louise Warren is on to something with her fantasies of John Keats appearing as revenant in four poems: in the scullery, the garden, the bedroom and the Underground. These arenât fey like Wendy Copeâs âMaking Cocoa for Kingsley Amisâ (It was a dream I had last week/ And some kind of record seemed vital./ I knew it wouldn’t be much of a poem/ But I love the title.), but show Warrenâs deft touch with post-modern style that has serious design on the readerâs attention. To illustrate, here is âIn the BedroomâŚâ in its entirety:
He lay down on the stiff sheet of frost
his legs tumbled to the floor like brown water.
We kissed
his mouth was a locked cupboard
there is nothing in there he said
save a piss pot and a feather
a fly began its sad journey towards the no entry sign
a small dream stained a corner of the wallpaper
he rolled over into a field of wheat
into a chilly Devon sea into a wet churchyard
I smelt the heat of his arms the soft dip below his throat
he broke the surface of the lake
broke open every puddle in England
broke open the buttons of his best shirt
I rolled beneath him like a pin
he swept me out and continued on his way.
I lay down and slept
after a short while I was banned from the house.
The reader is jarred by irregular line breaks, absence of punctuation, syncopated rhythms and internal rhymes; thus forced to read slowly, tasting as the poem goes. Then one appreciates the sly eroticism of breaking fluids, surfaces, virginal buttons; the housewife seduced, ravaged and abandoned by some studly stranger.
Other poems in the collection are moments of recollection, dedication or observation. They follow Emily Dickinsonâs instruction to, âTell all the truth but tell it slantâ / Success in Circuit liesâŚâ A father and son visit the 1685 bloody battleground of Sedgemoor, where between them some un-named turmoil exists. (The father: âŚhe might be a corpse blown upwards out of the fields,/ but he stands his ground, soldiers on; the son: The boyâs eyes are squinted with the metal light,// the sun a pressed shilling against the gape./ Later it will be a wound of scarlet,/ all manner of cries.). In the hospital, âSedgemoor Wardâ, an old man lies dying: Birds make thin cries from the bare thicket./ One note over and over like a tiny high bell.
We look forward to Warrenâs tasty main meals.
by Michael Bartholomew-Biggs • books, poetry reviews, year 2016 • Tags: books, Norbert Hirschhorn, poetry • 0 Comments
Norbert Hirschhorn enjoys a promising first pamphlet collection by Louise Warren
In a 6 February 2009 article in the Guardian, (âReturn of the Pamphletâ) Jackie Kay celebrated the UK boom in pamphlet publications. She observed, âThe poetry pamphlet has always been a good way for new poets to reach an audienceâŚthe connoisseur’s version of a very tasty starter.â The pamphlet is also a way for poets to show the keenest of their early works, often honed in workshops; to test what direction their styles are taking; and also to announce themselves to poetry peers, no less to friends and family.
Louise Warren is on to something with her fantasies of John Keats appearing as revenant in four poems: in the scullery, the garden, the bedroom and the Underground. These arenât fey like Wendy Copeâs âMaking Cocoa for Kingsley Amisâ (It was a dream I had last week/ And some kind of record seemed vital./ I knew it wouldn’t be much of a poem/ But I love the title.), but show Warrenâs deft touch with post-modern style that has serious design on the readerâs attention. To illustrate, here is âIn the BedroomâŚâ in its entirety:
The reader is jarred by irregular line breaks, absence of punctuation, syncopated rhythms and internal rhymes; thus forced to read slowly, tasting as the poem goes. Then one appreciates the sly eroticism of breaking fluids, surfaces, virginal buttons; the housewife seduced, ravaged and abandoned by some studly stranger.
Other poems in the collection are moments of recollection, dedication or observation. They follow Emily Dickinsonâs instruction to, âTell all the truth but tell it slantâ / Success in Circuit liesâŚâ A father and son visit the 1685 bloody battleground of Sedgemoor, where between them some un-named turmoil exists. (The father: âŚhe might be a corpse blown upwards out of the fields,/ but he stands his ground, soldiers on; the son: The boyâs eyes are squinted with the metal light,// the sun a pressed shilling against the gape./ Later it will be a wound of scarlet,/ all manner of cries.). In the hospital, âSedgemoor Wardâ, an old man lies dying: Birds make thin cries from the bare thicket./ One note over and over like a tiny high bell.
We look forward to Warrenâs tasty main meals.