BRUCE ACKERLEY: SOUND OF MOUNTAIN
Glan yr Afon
ISBN 0 9549433 4 1
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|BRUCE ACKERLEY: SOUND OF MOUNTAIN|
This first collection published by Cinnamon Press shows the breadth of purposeful vision enjoyed by the poet Bruce Ackerley. It is a lengthy offering of 80 poems, several previously published, though some are in their final versions in this collection.
The poet is at his best when writing about the places he knows well, and we can follow in his footsteps pausing to see these places through his eyes. In FENLANDS: SEASONS IN EXILE We
come to the land slowly. In the end acquire its mood Like an old habit ... given time, every view yields its music.And NEWGALE SANDS is
good a place as any to feel the heart straighten himself outThe work has its association with music too. In FOR HELGE STEN (an experimental musician)
And yet your gift, however cobbled, is a vision of faith; of prayer; ... of ten minutes mapping Forever.And GETTING THERE dedicated to the music of Susumu Yokata
I've a child's need for magic — a flimflam of beats deep enough, sly enough to filch the sun of his gold; a diadem spider wrapped in your downy wings: deafness in pursuit of sound.The poems where the poet exposes his personal relationships are the least satisfactory, but his poem about death, DESTINATIONS is an honest expression of regret for the inability to feel what is always expected
...guess I loved you once, but when we lowered your husk down into its six-by-two clay pit, just what did I feel? Not enough.And he lightly touches upon the creative process on the poem LOVE, LOVE.
We're just two more saps, standing in line, hands out for a blank slate— so don't worry. The pen's been Read the riot act, There's a laying Off of soured linesBut for me the most successful poem is WOODLAND SUICIDE: which opens with
Try as you did, your world could not put away its teeth. ... What's done is done. The rope’s task — refinement; a sloughing off of hope, of failed roles, squandered love — all the stuff of belief.and ends
sensing ,that despair's bedfellow might indeed be courage.
|reviewer: John Cartmel-Crossley.|