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Showing posts with label 'The Poetry Review V107.3 (Autumn 2017)'. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 'The Poetry Review V107.3 (Autumn 2017)'. Show all posts

Saturday, 27 October 2018

"The Poetry Review, V107.3 (Autumn, 2017)", Emily Berry (ed)

A new editor, so it's time to review the Poetry Society's magazine again. The split's roughly 50 pages of Poetry, 50 pages of Reviews, and 30 pages of Essays/Articles.

Poetry

Big pages, which make thin poems look even thinner. There are poems that baffle me (by Bie Brahic for example. I liked her book but her poem here isn't a promising start to the issue). I didn't understand Ishion Hutchinson's poems but he's published by Faber so he must be good (his first poem begins with "And love grows angel in the gloom/ with your calls through resistant stars"). I can't believe that Matthew Sweeney got 4 (!) poems in by virtue of their quality. I've learnt to expect little of about poems/selections whose title begins with "from". "from WITCH" in this issue confirms my hypothesis. There are poems of a type I've tried writing myself, so I know they're not so hard to do (e.g. about courgettes). The poems I like include "Snow" and maybe "Two cats". Lidiart's look ok too.

Essays/Articles

The article writers or the commissioner have something to learn from "The Dark Horse", "Tears in the Fence", etc. The topics are peripheral. The 5 (!) pages of photos (and the generous white space around them) accompanying "Seven Thousand Songs" are a waste of space. The article itself is little better. I don't like the manifestos either - too mundane or mysterious.

Reviews

Amongst the reviews are these comments -

  • twenty-first century British "Parnassian" [] balances colloquial interjection with lyrical onrush (John Greening)
  • Jorie Graham's Fast is a breathtaking meditation in an emergency, a reflection of our time reconfigured by technology, overshadowed by war, threatened by environmental change, dominated by human greed, and haunted by sickness and bereavement (Kit Fan)
  • Stainer's poems are full of gravitations towards silence, disappearance, and nothingness, unafraid to tease out and heighten the tension between the physical and the metaphysical (Kit Fan)
  • Like Graham, Stainer engages with science with an unflinching curiosity and precision (Kit Fan)
  • Unfliching, sometimes dramatic, sometimes lyrical, the work is notable for the range and subtlety of its thought (Ellen Cranitch)
  • Their cartoonish kookiness feels more calculated than playful, and too often to no end (Jane Yeh)

After a while I stopped trusting some of the reviewers, though several of the reviews were informative. I liked Kit Fan's discussion of Graham's use of pronouns.

General

Claudia Rankine's "Citizen" is mentioned more than once. "Prose-like" poetry is mentioned in reviews and abounds in the poetry sections.

In all areas there's material that looks content- rather than quality-driven. In the poetry world a too hasty attempt to make all the ratios what we think they "should be" has consequences which aren't quite so obviously measurable, especially if the poems are obscure. I wonder when the readers were last surveyed. Is this the sort of magazine they want? Or what the grant-giving bodies want?