London Grip Poetry Review – Gerður Kristný

Poetry review – REYKJAVIK REQUIEM: Julie Hogg considers a challenging collection by Icelandic poet Gerður Kristný

Reykjavik Requiem
Gerður Kristný  (translated by Rory McTurk)
Arc Publications
ISBN: 978 1910345 01 6

Whenever I read poetry in translation I think of Hughes; and a particular observation of his springs to mind whenever I read Kristný’s work; ‘I think it was Milosz, the Polish poet, who when he lay in a doorway and watched the bullets lifting the cobbles out of the street beside him realised that most poetry is not equipped for life in a world where people actually die. But some is.’

Gerður Kristný is an Icelandic writer who has authored over twenty books of fiction and non-fiction, children’s books and poetry; winning the Icelandic Journalism Award and the Icelandic Literature Prize. Reykjavik Requiem arises out of a true story edited journalistically by Kristný, which received criticism at the time of publication. Now, societal acceptance concedes that this same account of abuse has a right to be told by Kristný in the public realm years later in the genre of poetry.

Reykjavik Requiem is the third in a trilogy of sequences by the poet, the first being Bloodhoof (2012) and the second Drápa (2018). All these volumes are published by Todmorden’s Arc Publications. Each book tracks a woman’s destiny and fate with biting compassion, homage and respect. The original voice of the abused was silenced by culture and language and the original reporting received a reprimand by an ethics committee. Therefore, Kristný places the right of articulation at the heart of the poem; interspersing her work with words particular to some languages and not others in acknowledgment of the impossibility of communication when there are simply no words.

Rory McTurk, Emeritus Professor of Icelandic Studies at the University of Leeds, translates this sequence of Kristný’s books. An approximate guide to Icelandic pronunciation is included with the text should readers wish to closely compare the translation with the original in this bilingual edition.

‘Reykjavik Requiem’ is a trenchant, long, narrative poem which is divided into five sections. Each section is written in sparse form using short stanzas. Brevity completely complements the theme of this work, which is exquisitely incisive and succinct, pared and honed with razor-sharp imagery. White space on each page allowed my mind to wander about each turn of events at the turning of each page, acutely aware that the speaker of this poem did not have the luxury of a voice. Her fate is revealed necessarily quickly in the text, like catching breath in the cold. It is Christmas:

lit up the streets

slashed slopes…

You looked out through
the war-toothed jaw 
of the winter…

You wrote 
your story
with ink-moistened pine-needles

This compelling book is spellbinding, and I read all of it in one evening initially, completely immersed in its essential content. On subsequent slower readings we discover more of what the poet says about language and its limitations. For instance the second section’s prelude tells the reader that, in Persian,

There’s no word for the terror which trickles like melting
                            snow down your back

This poem continues hauntingly, softly stirring and awaking the dead in a shocking and arresting way; one verse explains that  ‘Ása has a leather strap’ (where Ása is presumed to be the name of an abuser):

On the mound a golden plover
calls a ghost from the grave…

I gouge out
an eye of mine
with the hook

play with it 
in the palm of my hand

The speaker, gently keening, describes the burial-cairn and then the bitterest of tastes. Kristný’s imagery never fails to cut deeply:

They didn’t want the story
to get around

It moved swiftly
beneath their eyelids
tore them off
like petals from a flower

found rest

We learn that Finns have … ‘no word for the cold that chills us when/friends choose to die.’ The poet writes of ascension and revenge as truths are relentlessly told:

She gazes
through the floe
of ice
which her brother
moulded for her

Newly awakened 
into a dream 
of which she chooses 
the end

Reykjavik Requiem is a determined and vigorous book. Gerður Kristný unfurls tragedy with reverent energy and a quest for justice. This title completes a trilogy which has settled securely on my shelf. Kristný:

There’s no word for the snow which settles on the
     slimmest of birch-limbs in pin-pricking calm