London Grip Poetry Review- Greg Gilbert

Mat Riches assesses the success of Greg Gilbert’s attempts to make poetry out of his experience of serious illness

Love Makes a Mess of Dying
Greg Gilbert
ISBN 9781912196203

Before we crack on there are a couple of things that might need saying.
1. Full disclosure: I am a fan of Greg Gilbert’s work as a musician.
2. Has there ever been a successful/good book of poems written by a musician?

And furthermore, should a backstory be required in order to fully appreciate a book? Whether it is or isn’t is a question that will be up for debate till the end of time, but it is fair to say that this book comes with more backstory than most. In 2016, Greg Gilbert was diagnosed with stage 4 bowel cancer plus secondary lung cancer and turned to poetry and drawing as a means of coping and understanding what he was going through.

The book is a mixture of poems and prose poems and begins with everything appearing to be well. “Saturday, 1st August” has a pastoral feel to it, with its mentions of ‘wilting gold’, ‘dry grass’, and fields. However, there’s a threat lurking beneath this poem in adjectives like ‘wilting’, ‘hissing’, ‘bleeding’ and the last line ‘and from here all summers broke’ throw us straight in at the deep end.

And it doesn’t let up from there. Death, fear and the fear of death are ever-present, but we are also introduced to Gilbert’s companions on his journey. The people that are experiencing Gilbert’s illness are essential parts of the story: we meet his mum and dad, his children, his partner, his surgeon, fellow patients, his brother and his cancer.

This is never more prominent than in the title poem, where love

..holds you the centre
Of a tolerant universe; such
A simple thing for one, now splintered
Prismatic, unruly.

Whatever tricks I tell myself to deaden before dying —
That I’m alone, that alone is the essential state — comes
Undone at the sight of love and I’m afraid, not of dying,
But of leaving a mess for love.

The poem hints at something that is another constant in the book, namely Gilbert’s way of looking to the future and what he may leave behind for this family— especially his children. In the first of the book’s prose poems, “Blue Draped Cube”, we see him saying ‘I will make sure our girls grow up unafraid’ and in “A Pact with God (One Year Since Prognosis)” he requests that he be able to see them grow up:

…give me ten years
To know my girls and do the things
I’ve not yet thought of and, for my part,
I’ll try not to doubt.

This concern for family and the future extends to his sibling in Brother

…to separate
Out this catastrophe is an impossibility
Because I know you must wear it
As a weight of support

However, Gilbert’s poetry is strongest when dealing with the disorientating nature of the disease and the treatment that follows. For example, in “Creating an Image to Focus on During the First Bout of Chemotherapy” he finds new ways to focus on the toxins flowing around his body, describing the chemo as

A silver Cossack army
Wielding scimitars, the tumours
A petrified forest; the blades
Break on it as a chiming
Of flashing sickle moons, dense
As Mecca, sparks catching
The teeth of ecstatic horsemen.

It’s worth noting that the stanza quoted above has run on from the first, and that we only reach the full stop at the end of ‘horsemen’ after thirteen lines. There are two points of punctuation in the first stanza, with the first one coming after two words, so even if they are short lines this is still quite a challenge to read aloud. In this respect it is typical of the whole collection which is filled with long sentences and lines that run into each other like a rush of unfiltered thoughts tripping over each other to get out. This can be a bit confusing/hard to read when every line is capitalised. This reads as a stylistic tic rather than as something essential to the poems.

Love Makes a Mess of Dying was a Laureate’s Choice in 2018 and is wholly deserving of this award but reads like the work of a poet not quite writing their best work yet. There are parts of the book where I was left confused, for example in “Overheard Couple in a Café/Café Life as Distraction” we hear

…The sun becomes
A molten finger through the window,
The couple next to me mention New York,
Vegas — changes of faces; this is a moment
This a lever of life, why not if you have the talent
And skills – a dog-leg of being taking place
Whilst I sit back and let the sun miss me 

The sun as a molten finger through the window is a beautiful image, and the distraction of the chatting couple all makes sense, but does the ‘changes of faces’ mean new people coming in? And I get lost at ‘This a lever of life, why not if you have the talent / And skills’. Why not what? Change face?

Despite the long sentences and crammed-in thoughts, every poem is filled with strong imagery and some wonderful turns of phrase. One that has stayed with me since I first read it is in the final poem, “Tree Envy (The Field Again)”

But thoughts are a damp towel over
A chip-pan fire, they suffocate
The spitting fat, but not the act —
I’m a coward and besides, love.

This is a wonderful summation of the whole collection, the threat of dying and fear of our own thoughts can be incapacitated by humanity and by love.

I hope that Gilbert is able to maintain his health and recover from his illness as there is a fine poet at work in this collection and I believe his next work will be a huge leap forward.