FURY
By David Morley
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David Morley
David Morley won the Ted Hughes Award for New Poetry in 2016 for The Invisible Gift: Selected Poems and a Cholmondeley Award for his contribution to poetry. His collections include The Gypsy and the Poet, a PBS Recommendation and Morning Star Book of the Year; Enchantment, a Sunday Telegraph Book of the Year; The Invisible Kings, a PBS Recommendation and TLS Book of the year. A dramatic long poem The Death of Wisdom Smith, Prince of Gypsies has been published by The Melos Press. He is Professor at Warwick University and Monash University, Melbourne.
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FURY - David Morley
numbers.
THE THROWN VOICE
Romany
‘The story starts with who you are.
I strode at night across the heath to hear
a nightjar. It was night which throws
her voice inside a bird. I would stand below
his song and become cast into creature,
into his purled world. The bird could never
be seen. It seemed a soft scar of sound
as if a lone tree’s bark sang the night’s wound
from a lone tree’s bough, and yet heath
and bird were grown two in the dark.
Those wound, wounded voices were thrown
into me, as if bird and tree were hornbooks
I could finger and trace and sing aloud.
I spoke through night, or night through me
and all the creatures of the night sang free.
My Gypsies gave tongue to campfire stories
but my spell drew speech from the circling heath.
I was a magician to them, the magic man
to my people. I lost it. I lost my magic
when I lost those voices. I cried my eyes out.
I have cried my eyes into myself. How can
you know what it is like to lose your magic?’
The magician drains his hipflask of whiskey.
I catch him under his thin arms and catch myself
in surprise, for he weighs no more than a bird,
as though the bones were air-blown, his body
a wingspan, not a man. I cradle him to earth.
‘What’s gone can be gained again’, he whispers,
‘Take the path across the purling heath;
night-long, overhear the notes of nightfall,
nocturne of nightjars turning with the world
from county to county in slown song:
a slur of notes played without departure
or border. There’s the thrown voice you seek:
to be thrown into pure bird, poured song, hear
the soft scar of the night’s wound. Let me rest’.
A young Gypsy winks at me: ‘Take no notice
of the sly old soak. It’s the DTs blathering
through him now. He can’t get his act together
by which we mean his Act. That shaman blether
is stabbing him in the liver. This broken bottle.
That smashed bottle there. The spirit’s spirited away
his spirit’. The Gypsies laugh. ‘He made mad magic
before the booze,’ another smiles. ‘The man
could pirouette playing cards on his palm,
flip the whole pack up to burst like doves,
flapped down as one bird into the dovecote
of his fist. One bird! At our winter fairs
he’d dance the crowd on the marionette strings
of his voice. No prop or pose. Not even a song.
Now he’s the maddened ghost of his act…’.
‘Uncle!’ a teenage Gypsy jeers, ‘are you sleeping
or waking? – or still fast in the fumes
of the whiskey-world between dream and dram?
Look at those dregs in his cup. He can’t read
a word or world from them not for love nor money.
Maybe he might, brothers – for another swig!’
The Gypsy spits: ‘He capers in the majesty
of magic when he’s smashed. He’s pissed away
his craft but it’s us who’ve counted the cost.’
The magician weeps and gropes into wet grass.
An elder Gypsy rises from his heels:
‘You will not join in laughing at the man.
It is gentle of you: to read past
his sadness and madness. We forge
our memory of what he was, not
what he has become. He was the first
magician and fortune-forger of our tribe.
The leaf-teller and palm-reader of his time.
The man could take your hand into his fist,
and read you like