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    Rough Breathing

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      pictured landscape

      rain fall falls river

      birds move empty air

      deluged in willows

      (in) hidden (cigarette-smoke) mist

      Jinling landscape

      rain shadows rain falls falls lateral stalks

      quantitative as-if dream: larks sang (air)

      suspended fair field within

      riuer narrows walls of a city borrowed light

      quite a way after Yu Hsüan-chi (AD 844–869)

      poem responding

      the crowds the people the noise the glare

      quietly sitting set apart

      not looking for company nor even an elegant phrase

      finding a mot juste in a moated village

      for your simple flowers I’m grateful

      rusticated, learning my -ologies

      so full of affection that I need no-one

      one living in mountains … pines

      poem responding (remix)

      flung amid an accident of noise

      silence banishes mandolins

      work a jewel bound on my finger

      distilling the propounded word

      clematis – denotes – result

      held – aloof – to learn

      symptoms of affection perception

      pine heedless fellow of mountains

      quite a way after Ch’ien Ch’i (AD 722–780)

      abandoned person

      two yellow birds through woods

      overcast (at dawn) overcast

      flower bells exhausted

      rain among water-willows

      warm sun specific

      cherished (with both hands)

      poems still not wanted

      hair white, face & future blank

      gift accepted

      bright birds blur woodland

      shady city outskirts

      flower-clocks sounding patterns

      willows parting long water

      electric roadways divide

      elder blossom held in mind

      poems met with offers

      such readiness / magnificent

      quite a way after Li Po (AD 701–762)

      wasted visit

      dog sound water bark

      rain heavy blossoms

      trees deep with deer

      beck hears no bell

      bamboo split mist

      water hangs from peaks

      where is ‘here’ no-one knows

      pine on pine on

      no way

      ((water)) (dog) within (bark) ((sound))

      peach blossoms distil the dew

      deer // deep woods // appear

      above the stream [ ] unheard

      ((blue)) (bamboo) divides (bamboo) ((mist))

      springs wing from green cliffs

      not-to-have / not-to-know / just to go

      still weary pines twice, thrice

      quite a way after Li Shang-yin (AD 813–858), again

      no title

      exquisite zither’s fifteen strings

      fretfully bridge time lost & spent

      (butterfly dreams shivering scales,

      cuckold-cuckoo sings in spring;

      these pearls that were moons tears

      from a long way off, smoky-grey)

      how hold lost time immaterial

      gone in a flash amidst bewilderment

      That harp…

      That harp – sounds – feathering the air

      fretting / trembling / the flowery mountain

      racket for the contemporary moment

      springs amorous (‘… pretty … … warbles…’) blurred

      travelling blues going in your direction

      step into not knowing “the summits again”

      with a feeling cadences ring through memory

      merely spatio-temporal, perplexed and lost

      an epithalamy, or ballad

      love is put to the test – Wittgenstein

      calm the day, and bright;

      constructed space and time

      altering surroundings;

      below skies

      water-encircled

      in the lee of the land,

      larks sang matutinal

      in sunlit air, that mote

      your mind delight …

      – ordered nature

      transfigures itself

      to ordered world –

      a place and a purpose

      intangible but simple,

      long-looked-for joy …

      now is it time

      commitment calling

      through scatterd light,

      love manifest

      ut tenax hedera

      arborem implicat

      now is time unfolding,

      minute accumulations

      in the texture of air:

      – such knowledge fragmentary

      until unconcealment,

      minutes accumulating …

      a purpose and a place

      for solace and happiness: truth

      is there too, in calm and quiet

      paired magpies fly;

      light through cloud, then

      wind through reeds –

      all things established

      in graceful dance

      where rest and peace are found,

      glad affection

      deliberate and resolved

      through sweet consent:

      may suns strengthen

      and winds caress:

      we’re wishing good luck in all things.

      Bass adds Bass

      for Dom Lash and his bass

      Bass adds

      bass, wrap-

      -ping round

      a line,

      taking

      it for

      a walk:

      stand-

      -up

      up-

      right

      holding im-

      -mediacy,

      no abstract

      nothing

      a dis-

      -ruption

      into

      form,

      force

      expend-

      -ed to

      an end

      strong, ac-

      -tive and

      voracious

      charac-

      -terised by

      abun-

      dance and

      excess,

      dance of

      power

      and weight,

      a firm

      & fast

      footing

      and harm-

      -onious

      devel-

      -opment

      hand o-

      -ver hand

      so add a

      little bass,

      a low wave

      become audible

      under

      the song,

      deter-

      -minedly

      indeter-

      -minate

      :

      mechanisms

      of affinity

      closely

      modelled

      … brushed, dragged

      and smeared, simul-

      -taneously tangled;

      scraped, wiped

      and scratched …

      bringing objects

      before the mind

      in de-

      -finite thought:

      change the

      phrase, change

      the phase

      the process ac-

      -centuated;

      – whence

      the bass, nearly

      black, dark & impure –

      brim-full of content,

      translated to

      immediacy

      (a soft boom,

      a hoarse roar)

      suspended

      in difference,

      indifference

      suspended:

      setting the

      rhythm,

      minute,

      particular

      pure apper-

      -ception

      looking out

      for the beat

      the straight

      line and

    &
    nbsp; the curve

      knotted and

      projecting

      capacity

      & power,

      practical

      builder of

      elegant

      convergences:

      the sound

      brightens

      time and

      possibility,

      abstract,

      unfettered:

      in the beginning

      what was there?

      in the first place,

      start from being

      the end not

      identical with

      the object

      thus, after

      the beat,

      thrum and pulse:

      it’s a ba-

      ba-

      ba-

      ba-

      ba-

      bass –

      Georg Trakl fails to write a Christmas poem

      white sky. black jackdaws. grey forest.

      white treetops. black sky. grey jackdaws.

      white forest. black treetops. grey sky.

      white jackdaws. black forest. grey treetops.

      •

      red branches.

      red snowfall.

      red nights.

      red darkness.

      •

      purple snow, purple wine.

      purple midnight. purple wine.

      blue snow, blue wine.

      blue midnight. blue wine.

      silver snow, silver wine.

      silver midnight. silver wine.

      David Davis’s bone density

      beyond the startling

      calyx of teeth

      […] asylum (Trevor Joyce)

      wanting to see

      genuine children

      brought in

      carried along

      on a tide

      of emotion

      a well-grown 2-year-old

      may be mistaken

      for older

      formerly judgemental

      of physical appearance

      and demeanour

      people need to have

      confidence in moving

      to dental checks

      milking it

      temporary replaced

      by permanent

      teeth at the

      corners of this 4-

      year-old mouth

      influenced by

      nutrition and

      the environment

      past their peak

      when 9 to 10

      years of age

      we need to be quite

      hard-nosed here

      people are desperate

      there is a

      terrible intelligence

      working inside

      the mouth

      opened by

      powerful hands

      eyes expressionless

      with tears in

      mesh-link fencing

      callous

      written

      on the heart

      the scream continues

      builds

      abruptly stops

      a spokesman said

      we can’t satisfy

      what you want

      knowledge

      and informed

      consent

      is it safe

      is it safe

      is it safe

      inappropriate and

      unethical when

      of no benefits

      The Matter of Ireland

      for Billy Mills

      Turquoise

      Hornblende

      Epidote

      Pitchstone

      Rhodonite

      Obsidian

      Pyroxene

      Erinite

      Rutile

      Topaz

      Iron

      Epistilbite

      Sapphire

      Olivine

      Felspar

      Selenite

      Tin

      Onyx

      Nickel

      Emerald

      Revisions (after Roy Fisher)

      ut varias usus meditando extunderet artia (Georgics I. 133)

      Virgil

      taking hours over it losing them

      into a poised gleam

      a single light

      •

      Coping Batter

      for Tom Raworth

      chip and block

      cleavage footing

      bed chain

      wedge runner

      head joint

      face jumper

      crown grit

      tie spar

      flag course

      stoop through

      rag pinnings

      buck and doe

      a breath of air

      branches like trees,

      lighting

      small increments of change;

      heard sound

      climbs

      as song ramifies,

      and, speaking, sees:

      part

      and apart,

      as music strives,

      doing, saying

      finely

      by hand, for us –

      ranging, now, high to low,

      patterns dying

      that don’t give satisfaction.

      they were so clear,

      those first strophes,

      stating

      how heart, ears, interchange,

      move round:

      time’s

      sequence codifies

      all theories,

      art

      and non-art;

      jouissance contrived

      for those hearing

      truly –

      accretive, plus

      evolving, fast or slow –

      moments passing,

      distilled out of abstraction.

      to be prepared

      and know the keys,

      finding

      broken airs (tunes) exchanged;

      such ground

      rhymes

      feedback [specialised]

      and syntheses

      (thought

      and un-thought);

      hands re-derive

      right-brain thinking

      clearly –

      monoceros

      (no rustic chalumeau)

      embodying

      motor-movements’ exaction.

      the song can dare

      these clarities,

      shaping

      as modulations range:

      compound

      chimes

      materialise

      lancets, in threes,

      arch

      on curved arch;

      high-pitched, roof dives

      (red-tiled ceiling):

      roundly-

      drawn lines move, thus,

      describe a circle, so:

      curves, relieving –

      part of delight’s attraction.

      unfolding spare

      polyphonies

      shifting

      overtones re-arrange,

      expound:

      mind

      that’s active denies

      minds from bodies

      part

      – they can’t part,

      not while alive! –

      such conjoining

      wholly

      analogous,

      moving gemutató

      (demonstrating)

      de motu, ‘about motion’.

      from otherwhere

      rare densities

      making

      the familiar strange,

      new-found:

      lines

      cross, don’t cross, surprise

      by strategies;

      heart

      sings by heart

      how joy shapes lives –

      music, feeling

      singly

      brilliant corners –

      no frowns as flurries flow,

      snake, deciding

      it’s ‘instant composition’.

      accord connives

      (remir) seeing:

      plainly

      it’s marvellous,

      hurtling prestissimo –

      endings’re endings –

    &n
    bsp; scarce time for introspection.

      Acknowledgements & Annotations

      ‘And the light falls, remir’ – Ezra Pound

      Ever since Pound put the word remir (Provençal, ‘I gaze’) into his Canto xx, trusting the reader to unpack the reference (a highly-charged moment in a poem by Arnaut Daniel), it has been a risky, but licit, gambit in poetry to condense allusion as well as diction. (Basil Bunting told Pound he’d once encountered a German-Italian Dictionary that embedded the concept in a definition: ‘Dichten: condensare’.) There is, below, some information relevant to such unpacking of my poems herein. I’ve tried to leave it at that; as Charles Olson reminded Jonathan Williams, ‘a poem is a process, not a memoir’. The intent, then, is not to ‘explain’: as Bunting said, the reader is as clever as the poet, and, indeed, is also the co-maker of any reading. The poems are themselves, and would be so without any annotations. But why not be easy and democratic about such things?

      The poems appear in approximately chronological order, with some minor adjustments that made for a better grouping or pace. I have excluded from this book those of my translations where a conventional model of fidelity is intended (as, e.g., For British Workers: Versions of Vladimir Mayakovsky and others (London: Barque Press, 2017). An asterisk at the head of an entry below indicates that the poem is previously unpublished.

      * * *

      Catullus played Bach first appeared in Oasis magazine (1990) and in Richard Caddel’s ‘26 New British Poets’ supplement to New American Writing magazine (1991). The opening reverses a phrase in Louis Zukofsky’s long, Bach-obsessed poem “A”: ‘Bach read Catullus’. An aria from Bach’s Matthew Passion, ‘Erbarme dich…’, contains the phrase schaue hier, ‘look thou hither’; it has a famous obbligato violin part. There are some snippets from Leopold Mozart’s still-used treatise on violin-playing, found on my father’s bookshelves; arco is the musical Italian term for ‘[played with the] bow’. Prati ultimi flos is from Catullus, poem XI: ‘at the meadow’s edge a flower’.

     


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