Thanks to Geraldine for a pre-notice for Bill Griffiths. Here's me,
enjoying Kelvin Corcoran:
Most of the poems in When Suzy Was (Shearsman, ISBN 0 907562 25 6)
have been around here and there, but nonetheless it's great to have
'em all together with a(nother) cover by Alan Halsey. Roy Fisher (and
he's a man who doesn't do blurbs easily) says: "There is a clear sad
music playing right through this book of answers, steady and
unmistakable. Against it, the urges of friendship, love and harsh
judgements move sharp and bright with their own turbulences and
poignances, in the air of an unstoppered past. If Corcoran takes
himself into a timeless Greece it's not with the intention of fooling
himself: he's an honest visitor to the oracle."
Here's a fragment from part 4 of "You May Say To Youself - Well How
Did I Get Here?":
4.
A ditch marked by three red flags
and brown steps down into the earth
the name of Artu (Arthur?)
the name silver, in the river flowing
circular fortifications, spokes in a wheel
around a centre of power
Baron Politique, his titles
printed in gilt
a blue stairway into the sky
.
RC
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