Edwin MorganResenhas

Exhibition catalogue published in conjunction with the Ian Hamilton Finlay & The Wild Hawthorn Press 1958 - 1991 exhibition. Includes full page colour illustrations and two essays by Edwin Morgan titled "Early Finlay" and "Finlay in the 70s and 80s" in parallel English and Spanish.

41/2021. This is a 1969 collection of work by Alan Bold, Edward (Kamau) Brathwaite, and Edwin Morgan. This is at least a partial re-read for me. Alan Bold's work is justly neglected now, while Brathwaite has achieved classic status as a Caribbean poet, and Edwin Morgan is a national treasure in both Scotland and the rest of Britain.

Firstly, my review of the 60 page selection of Alan Bold's poems: no. 1*

Next, the 50 page selection of Edward (Kamau) Brathwaite's poems from his first three books Rights of Passage, Masks, and Islands, had a few good lines but on the whole they didn't make me want to re-read any further into his works. 3*

From The Emigrants: "In London, Undergrounds are cold.
The train rolls in from darkness
with our fears."

From South: "And gulls, their white sails slanted seaward,
fly into the limitless morning before us."

Lastly, the 50 page selection of Edwin Morgan's poems: YES. 5*

Of all the poetry collections I've read, this is probably the one in which I was engaged by the biggest percentage of the poems. There's still a lot here that just makes me do a *derp* face, but a lot of it also really struck me. For just pure awesome, you can't beat "The Loch Ness Monster's Song," and "The Video Box No. 25" is one of those rare poems (for me) that just absolutely knocked me on my arse. Recommended.

THREE SCOTTISH POETS: MacCAIG, MORGAN, LOCHHEAD edited by Roderick Watson… I ordered this book because I had read a delightful poem by Norman MacCaig called "Small Boy" and was disappointed not to find it here. I was not thrilled with the quality of the print job either (Canongate Classics, printed and bound by Clays Ltd)—and it would have helped to have the poet's name on the bottom of the page for his/her section—but I found much to love in the words. Best read in a Scottish brogue, these were some of my favorite lines from each:

Norman MacCaig: "The thatched roof rings like heaven where mice / Squeak small hosannahs all night long" and "a sea tin-tacked with rain" and "I love frogs that sit / like Buddha" and "The collie underneath the table / Slumps with a world-rejecting sigh."

Edwin Morgan: "After many summer dyes, the swan-white ice / glints only crystal beyond white. Even / dearest blue's not there, though poets would find it" and "half reluctant, half truculent, / half handsome, half absurd, / but let me see you forget him: not to be done."

Of course, there were entire poems that were magnificent in addition to those few select lines. My favorite voice in the collection, though, belongs to Liz Lochhead. Her observations of the smallest details take on significance (e.g., her shampoo in "The Empty Song"). The majority of her poems are about relationships along with a brilliant monologue called "Verena: Security" in which she honestly explores the pros and cons of a significant other working away from home for weeks at a time. I'll leave you and this review with the last stanza of Lochhead's "Hafiz on Danforth Avenue":

And to tell you this is easy,
scribbling this was as simple
as the shopping-list it jostles
on the next page of my notebook.
Love, as well as bread and coffee
it says eggplants, olive oil
don't forget
the nutmeg and the cinnamon.

I fell in love with Edwin Morgan's poem 'When You Go' when I heard it on the BBC's Culture Show a few years ago and I've been meaning to read more of his work since. My library had this anthology which sandwiches Morgan between two other Scottish poets. My knowledge of contemporary poetry is pretty much nil, so I didn't know anything by either of the other two, but I enjoyed the collection. MacCraig's work is the most obviously Scottish with many of his poems being set in the Highlands. I particularly liked the sly wit of the poems Aunt Julia, My Last Word Frogs and Still Life. I was already familiar with some of Edwin Morgan's poems, but none quite matched 'When You Go', but completely different I enjoyed The Mummy and Construction for I K Brunel. The last set by Liz Lockhead appealed to me the least being a bit long for my tastes, but The Other Woman has stuck in my mind. Although the three poets were very different, each of them had a poem about missing someone that I liked, 'No Choice', 'Absense' and 'The Empty Song'

Beyond the Sun is an interesting little book. In 2005, the Glasgow Herald ran a reader's poll to determine Scotland's favourite paintings. A short list was duly drawn up of the top ten, and this was published. Shortly after, to her surprise, the Arts Editor of the Herald received an unsolicited letter from Edwin Morgan, Scotland's Poet Laureate, offering her ten poems, one for each painting, of his thoughts as inspired by each picture. The poems were duly published in the Herald, and have now been released as this short book.

I am hugely fond of Morgan and his work, and this is a wonderful juxtaposition of the images, his thoughts as inspired by the pictures, and his thoughts, indirectly, on those who have voted these pictures as the favourites of a nation. It's a puzzlebox of insightful commentary, in a bitesize form, and it was a pleasure to read and digest.

And I also read through Edwin Morgan's new collection of poetry A Book of Lives today as well, though I expect I will be returning to dip in and out of it again for the next wee while (it's cos I knew the new volume was coming out that I've been rereading some of the older ones recently). I've read about half of the poems collected in here before, but there is the usual mix from Morgan, who easily proves again why he is one of my favourite poets.½