Paul McLoughlin finds an appropriately lyrical way to show his appreciation of a new collection by Richard Kell
Old Man Answering
Richard Kell
Shoestring Press, 2014
ISBN: 978-1910323045
120 pp £11
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I: The Poet
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Having no alternative, the sun still
Shines its critic’s light on Richard Kell
Whose unforced rhymes are better than my first,
Their nothing new appearing unrehearsed.
Nor is his anti-God religion new.
From Control Tower in 1962
To this latest, Old Man Answering, he’s
Stayed faithful to his mentor Socrates,
Asking the bigger questions, and in verse,
In an age that’s given up – and what’s worse
Sometimes glories in it – on worrying
Over moral matters by burying
Its head in sands of theory and technique
As if how a poem looks or sounds can seek
Refuge in itself, free from what is said,
Where sense has finally been put to bed.
That’s not for Kell, who should be better known.
But now risks relegation with those grown
Old in the bright eyes of youngblood shakers
Slipping on the robes of status-breakers
To digs for past-its in a poet’s Hell.
You’ll find a poem by an impish Kell
Back in a 40s’ Irish Times, so neat
His pigeons ‘paddle with staccato feet’,
Out-Martianing the Martians long before
Their ludic sweep threatened to wipe the floor
With all their dull forebears (as if MacCaig,
Too, had not preceded them). Kell’s brogue
Originates from Ireland, north and south,
And his voice flirted in poetic youth
With Movement and Group but if you’ll forgive
The pun his poetry, more elusive
Than that suggests, resists the pigeon-hole—
His metrics take some beating, while ‘Cold
Spell’ (page 11), starts abcb
Then modulates to other fours as free
From constraint as constraints allow, but it’s
Above all love of kindliness that sits
Astride these verses by a real good bloke
Who, John Shoestring told me when last we spoke,
Has another volume ready to go.
Quality will out it’s said. Kell would know,
Has doubts he’ll see the thing, says two years
More is tempting fate. Whether it appears
In time’s neither here nor there, as Murphy
Knew too well. Old Man Answering is the
Stuff to read, for its wit, its learning and
Its formal mastery, its guiding hand.
II: The Book
This latest book’s in three equalish parts
Organized thematically and starts
With ‘In Common’ about the everyday.
‘Old Man Answering’ has its quiet say
About the queernesses of what’s believed;
And ‘Makers and Making’ at times is peeved
That trendies make it false instead of new
(though formal rigour won’t make untruth true).
It’s really one long poem that opens
On a 38 from town, and attends
To all-sorts before, despite his pecker,
Richard Kell is billed as a Rebecca!
On the way we meet five ideas he likes:
Animism, The Great Spirit, Allah-
Jehovah, Mysticism and this last’s
Alliance with fundamental science,
Though each ‘up to a point’ (they’re moody pets).
It’s ‘more angry than arrogant’ he gets—
He’s generous, too, to politicians
And to Robespierre, and admired musicians
Like his poet-friend at the piano
Watching her ‘fascinating mime’ - she’s grown
Quite deaf. He’s wise distinguishing between
Freedom from and freedom to, having seen
Relatively little of the latter
Manifest in what we do. The matter
Is we don’t invite what our lives inflict,
The stress. What we end up with’s rarely picked.
The truth is Kell’s a kind and thoughtful soul.
Whose poetry avoids the rigmarole
Of agonizing over what cannot be known –
He makes tradition and what’s new his own.
We could do with more of him as we try
To ‘weave a wishful-thinking plot’ or cry
Over the milk we couldn’t help but spill.
He’s a realist who’s wondering still.
Paul McLoughlin finds an appropriately lyrical way to show his appreciation of a new collection by Richard Kell
I: The Poet . Having no alternative, the sun still Shines its critic’s light on Richard Kell Whose unforced rhymes are better than my first, Their nothing new appearing unrehearsed. Nor is his anti-God religion new. From Control Tower in 1962 To this latest, Old Man Answering, he’s Stayed faithful to his mentor Socrates, Asking the bigger questions, and in verse, In an age that’s given up – and what’s worse Sometimes glories in it – on worrying Over moral matters by burying Its head in sands of theory and technique As if how a poem looks or sounds can seek Refuge in itself, free from what is said, Where sense has finally been put to bed. That’s not for Kell, who should be better known. But now risks relegation with those grown Old in the bright eyes of youngblood shakers Slipping on the robes of status-breakers To digs for past-its in a poet’s Hell. You’ll find a poem by an impish Kell Back in a 40s’ Irish Times, so neat His pigeons ‘paddle with staccato feet’, Out-Martianing the Martians long before Their ludic sweep threatened to wipe the floor With all their dull forebears (as if MacCaig, Too, had not preceded them). Kell’s brogue Originates from Ireland, north and south, And his voice flirted in poetic youth With Movement and Group but if you’ll forgive The pun his poetry, more elusive Than that suggests, resists the pigeon-hole— His metrics take some beating, while ‘Cold Spell’ (page 11), starts abcb Then modulates to other fours as free From constraint as constraints allow, but it’s Above all love of kindliness that sits Astride these verses by a real good bloke Who, John Shoestring told me when last we spoke, Has another volume ready to go. Quality will out it’s said. Kell would know, Has doubts he’ll see the thing, says two years More is tempting fate. Whether it appears In time’s neither here nor there, as Murphy Knew too well. Old Man Answering is the Stuff to read, for its wit, its learning and Its formal mastery, its guiding hand. II: The Book This latest book’s in three equalish parts Organized thematically and starts With ‘In Common’ about the everyday. ‘Old Man Answering’ has its quiet say About the queernesses of what’s believed; And ‘Makers and Making’ at times is peeved That trendies make it false instead of new (though formal rigour won’t make untruth true). It’s really one long poem that opens On a 38 from town, and attends To all-sorts before, despite his pecker, Richard Kell is billed as a Rebecca! On the way we meet five ideas he likes: Animism, The Great Spirit, Allah- Jehovah, Mysticism and this last’s Alliance with fundamental science, Though each ‘up to a point’ (they’re moody pets). It’s ‘more angry than arrogant’ he gets— He’s generous, too, to politicians And to Robespierre, and admired musicians Like his poet-friend at the piano Watching her ‘fascinating mime’ - she’s grown Quite deaf. He’s wise distinguishing between Freedom from and freedom to, having seen Relatively little of the latter Manifest in what we do. The matter Is we don’t invite what our lives inflict, The stress. What we end up with’s rarely picked. The truth is Kell’s a kind and thoughtful soul. Whose poetry avoids the rigmarole Of agonizing over what cannot be known – He makes tradition and what’s new his own. We could do with more of him as we try To ‘weave a wishful-thinking plot’ or cry Over the milk we couldn’t help but spill. He’s a realist who’s wondering still.By Michael Bartholomew-Biggs • books, poetry reviews, year 2015