I have spent part of this week sorting out some poems for an anthology of four poets Oscar Sparrow is compiling. The book and kindle version will be out this year. It is interesting to look at a poem when you have put it to one side for a time, it can be difficult to see exactly what did not work and other times the faults are obvious. Some though, some need to go back into the drawer for another time. The first poem this week was one of those. I had the idea about a year ago and I have been chipping away at it since then. Let's see if you think it is complete.
INTERVIEW
FOR THE POST OF POET
Mr. Tobin?
Good morning, please take a seat.
I have your
CV, yes hmm...
Let’s start
shall we, an easy one to begin with, put you at your ease. Are you more of a
Byron or a Larkin?
-You may
not be aware of it but one requires more risk assessments than the other.
Yes, I
see...you realise that if successful you would be expected to adhere to all the
policies and procedures, hopefully that would curb any Byronic tendencies.
If I am honest,
we are looking more for a Larkin. That
attention to detail is not to be sneezed at, to some the Dewy Decimal System is
a thing of beauty, almost a religion. Oh dear! You’re not a Donne are you?
All that
irresponsible sex does not sit well with our mission statement.
Then the
religious conversion, it’s a minefield these days.
What? I
suppose it might have been in his day, I have never thought about it. It is definitely
too controversial for our organisation.
We need an
outgoing sort, but not too outgoing, if you take my meaning, more like a banker...No
I said banker. What did you think I said?
Oh.
I think
that we really are looking for an Eliot, or a Larkin.
Thank you
for your time. We still have a number of other poets to interview, though we
hope to be able to make a decision by the end of the day.
Phew, that’s
another one off the list. Who’s next?
I think it works but I'm not sure about the ending. That may need more work.
christine
by the window
holds
the handset
talks
on the telephone
i
stole that second
captured
her forever
just
before she tells me
not
to take her picture
The above poem came out of a workshop and sat half finished for a long time. I think the open form works well with the subject matter. It was a very clear memory and I had long wanted to make something from it.
This last poem also hung around for a long time. I think it was because of the anger that is inherent in it.
My grandfather wasn’t
interested in the likes of me.
He would get good and
drunk as real men, did back then,
and rage as only the
unfulfilled can,
As shallow as a bone
china saucer,
Rolling home, jolly
and violent,
He would piss on the
fire, while my mother, her twin
And my Grandmother
hid in the neighbours outside toilet,
Waiting for him to
fall into a snoring, soulless slumber.
He left her with
seven children.
Years later he
conspired,
With the poor fool he
ended up with,
To cheat my Granny
out of her pension.
Do you think these three are finished could they do with a revision?
Paul, I think your final poem there is complete. It has that flat matter of factness that I have always loved in "Poem" by Simon Armitage.I wondered about the slight awkwardness about the last line but I think it gets across the raw memory. The Christine by the window poem is a picture unrestricted by a frame that will fill up a lot of time still to be lived. It has ruthless sincerity and love in it and I feel really privileged to have seen it. Oscar Sparrow.
ReplyDeleteThanks Oscar, I appreciate your perspective on my work. I think i am too close to them both to see them clearly.
DeleteThese are great! I loved the first poem especially, it was lovely and even though it was simple, it brought very clear, lovely pictures to mind. Great job!! :)
ReplyDeleteThanks Bethany, I suppose it in part came from all those interviews you have when there is no chance you are going to get the job.
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