Dirt / / by William Letford

• Record Nr.: UNINA9910165056803321
• Autore: Letford William (Poet)
• Pubbl/distr/stampa: Manchester [England] : , : Carcanet, , 2016; London : , : Exact Editions Ltd, , 2016
• ISBN: 1-78410-203-2; 1-78410-201-6
• Descrizione fisica: 1 online resource (65 pages)
• Disciplina: 808.81
• Soggetti: English poetry - 20th century; English poetry
• Lingua di pubblicazione: Inglese
• Formato: Materiale a stampa
• Livello bibliografico: Monografia
• Nota di bibliografia: Includes bibliographical references and index.
• Nota di contenuto: Title Page -- Contents -- In the back alleys -- Crocodile -- In a bamboo shack on the edge of a beach -- Monuments of the mind -- Temple -- 'Rain' -- 'Algae' -- Gerron -- Purification -- Baptism -- Feedback loop -- Prayer -- 'The Crack' -- The bevy -- The performance -- Gon yursel -- Wisdom -- Perfect pitch -- 'OjOs' -- Curry -- The north -- Dream -- Talknaboot? -- Marriage -- Naked -- Dirt -- Young Rambo -- 'OjOs' -- This is it -- Web -- 'OjOs' -- 'The insistent whistle' -- Sadness -- The long dark -- Delight -- Let it go -- The interview -- The grace -- The proverbial morning -- Corporate climate -- The magic -- Busy bees -- A thirst -- Wake -- Any way you can -- Tuesday blues -- You. -- CirclesThe grain -- Every line is imaginary -- A garden -- 'A series of decisions' -- Acknowledgements -- Copyright.
• Sommario/riassunto: Billy Letford’s Dirt revels in the fallow, the tainted, the off, and the unloved. The poems embrace a good life stitched together with bad circumstances, bungled chances, missed callings. Whether loitering on the street corner, ‘poackets ful eh ma fingers’, or stumbling from a bar ‘like a monkey in the jungle of traffic, stinking, wild and free’, the characters in Letford’s poems deliver one thing in spades: heart. ‘On Friday I visit my seventy-seven-year-old granny. She’s smoking a joint. It’s not a surprise.’ Letford’s words are lightly worn yet carefully ; measured; they move between English and Scots, lyrical and concrete, accumulating what the poet has described as an array of textures. Resisting modernity’s unearthly glare, it is a life with grain, with grit, ‘rotten with wonder’, that Letford seeks. The poems dig for a grace within dirt’s humble endurance. ‘There’s dignity there. Lay yourself open.’