New Sean O’Brien
Sean O’Brien is a wonderful collection of books drowned, swept all before, winning both before TS Eliot Prize and confirming a place of O’Brien at the helm of his generation of poets. O’Brien’s new collection will continue to explore the post-industrial urban landscape and pastoral done, but November is also the most skeptical of his later poems and vulnerable. After a brief opening of the lyrical beauty (fireweed), a collection on the road with an ambiguous dark tribute to the power and whim of poetic inspiration “Next Thursday.” In this portrait, brilliantly conceived of Muse, Miss Next surf view multiple disasters in history and to celebrate, while “riding on the tank / decorated with roses in the capital in ruins The poem begins”. Muse, a former Miss Next Thursday / to hold all the cards in the letter, but said nothing.
One day the mail to another person / postcard nineteenth century – / moving train smoked Alamo – / But she already left for the winter and nursing Castle Rilke. The gods themselves / I have your phone number private. It ‘s only once.
The mysteries of love and inspiration are venerable themes, and these lines are densely allusive, but with discretion. The second line carries an echo of Auden: “. The greatest figure of his time,” “Who’s Who”, a sonnet by TE Lawrence to the astonishment of his biographers, Lawrence said Auden liked a homebody, “not” any word / number of wonderful letters, but said. “The wink Donald Justice” The telephone number of the Muse “is more likely to fail, justice is little read in the UK, despite being one of a generation American formalist poets (with James Merrill, Anthony Hecht and Richard Wilbur), defended by Michael Donaghy, who decided in the player enjoy November. does not depend on customers to services, but if you hear a rich tradition of silent assertion O ‘Brien.
White Enamel Jug “is another highlight. All Ardennes is an indefinite past, the poem opens tender love scene in which a pair of” the happiness that a / For him and the memory. “But the man described in a “deserter” This woman does not matter Do not approach, a small chain of sound. Pitcher of the mother, both in appearance (“a woman to handle the curve) and activities (we are told that when milk is not abandoned would be “patient attended the scene.”) For the mother, from November to people, Stolen Moments, which are outside of history.
Static, there are some disadvantaged groups outside of history, and O’Brien examines elegies to her parents, who are the focus of this collection. Both parents have expressed a desire to write a book once, and both are represented as the reading of documents is not rewarding. See “Elegy,” the poet wrote to his mother. “I read, impressed with the tremor / Gollancz Crime, green penguins, too tired for loving literature, but now,” “Lost Book” ends with the image of desolation after the death of a continuation of the existence of purgatory, where O Brien addresses the ghost of his father:
It was a different world, where the famous, or in the hallway where you can sit quietly reading magazines med patience to life last week, hoping it can manage and view your changes givet?
Sean O’Brien can not forgive the man he calls “my father mad” that. “He did what little space there is room for something” Still, both parents have been betrayed, “the State has failed to keep the faith” and the art they felt excluded.
The exclusion is the subject of black humor “submerged island, the most overtly political poetry in November. Located in the cemetery, of which the reference speaker and the woman’s back, he thinks clearly. Intrusion He asked the speaker why wait for the poem provides the answer. ” If you wish to speed up the floods in this country / the phone rings, as moral / human waste load power Rag and Bone / last train to arrive slowly, his mind was / For simplicity, the eyes of beads / no pardon and sold in the market for thieves to six cents I’d never come back. “Poetry is realistic and symbolic is more than a touch of the angel of death that surrounds them and the woman is a kind of polarization, both are sort of waiting. Another die” in slow motion replay of England. ”
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