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Showing posts with label Rebecca Elson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rebecca Elson. Show all posts

Saturday, 25 March 2023

"A responsibility to awe" by Rebecca Elson (Carcanet, 2001)

Poems from Acumen, Orbis, Oxford Poetry, Poetry Chicago, Rialto, etc. - about 50 pages of selected poems followed by about 80 pages from her notebooks (with crossings-out and alternatives) and about 11 pages of autobiography. She was a Cambridge astronomer who died in 1999 aged 39 - "We astronomers are nomads./ Merchants, circus people,/ All the earth our tent".

Quite a few of the poems are short and short-lined. I like "When you wish upon a star", "Aberration", "Salmon Running" - all no longer than they need to be. And I liked "Like Eels to the Sargasso Sea". Seeing "What if there was no moon" embarrassed me, because I've written a piece called "If there was no moon" with similar content.

"OncoMouse, Kitchen Mouse" ends with "Cozy up behind my fridge/ But watch out for the trap,/ The why-me box.// Once you've started in/ It snaps you shut."

Some of the best lines/fragments are in the notebook section (edited by Anne Berkeley and Angelo di Cintio). I've edited some of them further -

  • Evening, and the air fills with darkness, and the darkness with moths, and the moths with motion, and you wonder how you came to be here.
  • They go on talking in the downstairs room. I listen to them as if I had died, as if I'm only a memory to them now. Accept everything - to be a memory, visiting like sunshine on a January day, hard, brilliant, glittering.
  • Creation - The Universe split/ And spreading/ Like a stain
  • Dark Matter II - Like the thing you were about to say// The thing that pulls you to a certain room/ And leaves you standing, mystified
  • Tomorrow is one of the days/ I have left to live
  • Like going upstream on stepping stones/ You don't really know the meaning of river
  • These small cells/ Lighting their fires/ In the Aladdins caves/ Of your bones
  • Not content with what we can see,/ We go searching for what we can't/ Waving nets in thin air// Not much to say/ Most already said.

Multi-page poems in the notebook section - "Santa Cruz" for example - are unlike any in the earlier section. The Grafton centre and some other local features are mentioned.