This changes things
By Claire Askew
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5I picked up this varied and vigorous collection of poems by an Edinburgh poet because it was recommended by the staff of Golden Hare Books, an independent bookseller in the same city. I started reading it immediately, continued it on the trans-Atlantic flight back to Houston from Scotland, and finished it when I returned home. It’s a delight. Askew’s subjects, emotional response, and points of view are wide ranging: a house fire, Barcelona seen by the tourist and the resident poor, what it’s like to be a poltergeist, the disconsolate loneliness of small town life where everything remains the same, travel on the American west coast, her love for her grandmother and a collection of grandmother’s sayings, “What a right bag of washing / Bent as a nine-bob note / Twined as a bag of weasels,” even one I heard from my American born Scotch grandmother, “Six of one and a half dozen of another.”
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This changes things - Claire Askew
Dukkha
Shelter is the only really necessary thing.
Every creature has its burrow,
bolt hole, cave, its fist of twigs.
Just make it safe, a place
above the flood plain: shake
its sticks and slates to test
it can withstand a storm. That’s all.
That, and water somewhere near,
the good, clear kind that scrubs itself
clean through the stones and flows
all year without a freeze. Some fish.
Some trees. A nesting bird for eggs.
Some plants, a patch of dirt,
some basic tools. A shovel and a pan.
But then, your square of soil might spoil
its seeds. You’ll need blades, some kind
of beast to slug them through the mud
in rows. You’ll need to feed it
from your grain: this changes things.
You’ll need some cloth.
You’ll need to cut a bigger plot.
Now there must be hands to help:
more hands, more mouths.
The shelter shrinks, the feed bags thin,
you need a needle, thread, a pot,
a kiln, a cart. There must be
markets, good roads leading in.
You’ll need a lamp. You’ll need a gun.
You’ll need a coin. You’ll need
a tin to keep your coins inside.
You’ll need a man to guard the tin.
Give him your gun and get another.
Make your shelter taller, stronger.
Now you have an acre, need
an engine, need an engine shed.
Now fuel: a sticky, black-eyed well.
A slaughterhouse, a pit for rotting things,
incinerator, chimneys made of brick,
cement. Good rivets, chicken wire –
no, barbed. A guard. Electric current,
cashflow. Long flat cabins
for your hired hands. A bank.
The shelter must be strong,
the water pure. The soil must nurture
tall, true wheat, the hands work
till the yield is in. The lamp must strike,
the gun must kill its target cleanly.
This is all you want.
This is all that anyone wants.
I
I’m sorry I’m still in love with my grandmother
I’m sorry I’m still in love with my grandmother.
Creature in curlers, who never scoured
the pans to your liking; who collected
the milk off the step in her slip
and stockings at seventy; who’d take off
her shoe – stiletto or slipper – to skelp
an unruly dog. I’m sorry I’m still in love.
With my grandmother, everything was done
to extremes. The Christmas puddings, flooded
with brandy; the flames she kindled,
a kimono’d Moloch. Cigarettes, their spent ends
strewn from sink to sofa; the stove with its soup,
and the grate with a fresh glow at 5 a.m. –
the house always hot as hell. I’m sorry,
I’m still in love with my grandmother,
having been plied with shortbread
and sausage-meat sandwiches, too small
to know better. I was seduced
by the photo-albums, the jewellery box –
by the sweet-shop, the swing-park,
the shopping centre. She had so many strategies.
I’m sorry I’m still. In love with my grandmother
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