Noel Frances Murphy

A Dog Called Instead (eBook, ePUB)

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Produktbeschreibung

I was telling a friend a short while ago that some of the poems I've put in this collection date back to the 1980s, which for me isn't that far at all. Until I think about it. However, the date of conception is rarely the date that I've assigned to any of the poems here.

Nor is the poem given the date of the final word or punctuation mark. Some get dated to the time that I recognised them as poems rather than notes made on forms of paper or screen time. Some get the date when I decided that I liked them.

Unlike life, because poems are unlike life, a poem starts out as a skeleton and then fattens up before heading off on its own into the world. Or sometimes the other way around.

I didn't used to think like that. I used to sit down and say, "I'm writing a poem about how steam engines were invented even though steam wasn't". Then I'd set to it using lots of imagery about steam and fire and water and metals and time and inventors.

My god, I'd drown in adjectives and similes, and why the hell not? No one told me any differently. In fact, no one paid any attention at all to poems, my poems, and why the hell should they, those ghosts?

You should have seen my crepuscular petrichors and my purple bruised sunsets and my achingly awfully ailing alignments of alliterative alignments of stardust saddled solutions (which we are all made of). There were notebooks full of the stuff before I put them all in a fire one night somewhere between Bristol and Bath.

An event I've never regretted.

A lot of my poetry moves about, sometimes geographically, sometimes meaningfully, sometimes formally. Actually, all of it does. I've never produced a fully formed poem not even as a teenager when this compulsion first made itself known; and when, by all that is holy, it should have laid down and died a sad, tearful adolescent death.

Now, however, I'm in my 50s and still producing poems. Why the fuck would I do that? Sometimes for salve and sometimes for salvation. Mostly because I've just never stopped, and it just keeps coming. What can you do about that.

The poems in this selection veer between enormous sadness, and the many attempts I've made to resolve that (or those) into a life force, to silliness or wordplay or just experimentation. I've left the love poems out because they'll need another collection for themselves because that's what romantic love is like I think.

I hope you enjoy these poems that come from the same teenage, prime time, middle and older aged person who isn't the same at all.

And you can read these in any order you like.

2023

York

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Noel Frances Murphy
• Erscheinungstermin: 19. April 2023
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798223945383
• Artikelnr.: 67807994