Monday, 29 October 2018

Digging Deep





It's clay and clings, this earth.
Chopped and shaped, it lies
in lumps where weeds decay
and garden debris burns.
New soil fills the pit
it came from, strong for flower
after flower down where roots
keep, distant from upper air,
where next year's shoots stay safe.

They race over the lawn, scrap
their game away, stopped by
the bite of bright geraniums:
your daughters argue above
tough docks growing,
your son’s eyes aslant of grass
that shivers resilient
on the clot of clumps
still and long in your sight.

Friday, 26 October 2018

Time to Write: W. S. Graham


I know it's the centenary of W.S. Graham's birth and that there are quite a few celebratory pieces and a book or so being published about him this year and most of them stress his 'outsider' status because his work seemed to suffer under the proliferation of Movement poets. I've recently been re-reading his 'New Collected Poems,' an article by Ross Wilson in 'The Honest Ulsterman,' but have yet to read 'The Caught Habits of Language.' From the reviews, it's obvious that Graham has been placed in the-needs-to-be-revived category, almost as though his work had been declared clinically dead.
 
Was it, though? Was he really such an outsider, or without influence? An outsider in the sense that he didn't join particular schools, yes, as if that matters when the work can stand up for itself, but I question that he's influenced no poet. Nor was he outside being influenced himself: his earlier poetry strongly suggests Modernist tendencies. Of poets of my generation who I know are familiar with his work, more than a few think (and thought) highly of his poetry. He was and is better known among poets than the reading public, but that may be put down to publicity and hype. In the end, the only movement he seems to have been outside was the Movement.

I had come across his work in my twenties and was interested enough to seek out his earlier books and pamphlets, but was blown away by 'Malcolm Mooney's Land' published towards the end of that decade in 1970 with its emphasis on language, its uses and inadequacies. That was over two decades before Geoffrey Hill's breakout with 'Canaan' in 1998. I've often wondered about the similarity of theme, though I've as yet done no definitive analysis. I can't think that a poet of Hill's calibre was unaware of Graham's work. Hill's work on language was more declamatory and fiercely ironic in his later books whereas Graham's could veer between the declamatory and the lyrical with great ease and effect; savage irony used against British institutions Graham rarely used, though he returns just as often to his Scottish working class roots as Hill did to his Worcestershire and sometimes Mercian ones. Too, his work, to my knowledge, was always well regarded in Scotland, though some criticised his seeming desertion of the motherland and lack of engagement in Scottish politics.

Much more research needs to be done in this regard, but there's enough to make me question what are in danger of becoming a couple of too easy truisms in this centenary year. Ho, hum! Hype attempts to win out again?

Friday, 19 October 2018

Dies Irae





The old dog shaking off fleas,
earth heaves on its foundations.
Shattered, highways demand
their toll at the flopped bridge
while buildings and bastions crash.

Seven gods explode above us,
floods tip over the frail land
where fires char the southern skies
and mountains squat.

Shockwaves over the city,
we endure the floor of the pit,
hugging our turbulent selves.

History’s shat out of naure.

Sit.

Stay.

Wait for the drumming of hooves,
twilight, the procreative silence.