Greta Stoddart's Fool: reviews, interviews & poem features
Fool reviewed in The Friday Poem; Poem of the Week in The Guardian & interviews in The Poetry Review & on Planet Poetry podcast; Greta Stoddart wins a Cholmondeley...
Look at your desk,
can’t you see it’s had enough
of your elbows, your head, your heart –
break it up and feed the fire
for the Fool is nothing
if not drawn to the bright spark
in all dying things
Then let the Fool in foolish dress
make awkward gestures of tenderness
Let us in this way
be entertained in all manner
of small mercies
Let us be grateful for them
and for the Fool who is nothing
if not good
for nothing is what we’re good for
nothing might be what is called for
*
Once upon a time
there was a word
that was sick of its meaning
the way it was said and said
like a wet cloth carelessly slapping a table.
What a tearjerker of a word it was.
It barely knew what it meant anymore
like it had collapsed from over-usage.
Poor old thing
who more than any other word
felt it had to be what it was
really only supposed to be about.
Why carry on
when they said it who didn’t mean it
when they meant it who didn’t say it.
It all made the word feel pretty existential about itself.
Maybe if it could stop meaning
the feeling would be set free!
But in the end it knew
that whatever it was
was made in the moment
by those who found themselves there
who found the word wanting
only to prove itself
in the silent moving air.
*
Walking into church
is like walking
into someone’s mind.
I don’t know how to think or be,
how to look in the slant light.
I’m being watched. Am I being watched.
What is being thought of me.
I want to lay myself down at the feet
of someone who might do something.
What am I saying.
Who is listening.
Only the silence
that’s been made over the years by those
who’ve come to weigh their grief in the air,
left the light thick with it.
Say it: you are not alone.
I am not alone, I say.
Won’t you take me in, old thing
or forgive me at least for I know not
what I’m doing planting a candle
in this melting glimmering tray.
Contents List
11 The Act
13 Where to look
15 A glass of water
16 What is a question
18 Perfect Field
20 Second Nature
22 Three tulips in a milk bottle
24 Clay
26 Slow Cinema
28 Adult Education
29 Fool
30 How I come to clean the windows
31 Smile
33 Birds Britannica: Exhibition Catalogue
36 Cold and lonely wastes
37 Concorde
39 The little living room
41 School Field
42 Remote
44 Constellation
46 Consider the mornings
49 Once upon a time
50 Untimely
54 Walking into church
55 Spell
56 The long grass
57 Performance
58 Flowers for my ego and a dark stage
59 The Rose Garden
63 I wish I could be ‘fresh, honest and brave’
64 Yesterday I planted a tree
65 What is a tree
66 My life came up to me and said
68 Lie in a field on your back
Related Reviews
Reviews of Alive Alive O:
‘Greta Stoddart sets transience against endurance: the certainty of human mortality against the mysteries of forbearance.’ – David Harsent, Chair of Judges, Roehampton Poetry Prize
‘Stoddart honors the ancient pulse of our art, and in doing so proves her mettle, wisdom, and craft.’ – Adam Tavel, Plume (USA)
‘Colloquial, faintly unruly, the poems travel light on adventures of consciousness, channelling the energies of a big, agnostic imagination into new forms.’ – Carol Rumens, Poetry Review
‘When not confronting life and death as we most vividly encounter them, Stoddart’s poems suggest the ways in which our mortality is ever-present in daily life… Alive Alive O is a compelling book, defiant in the face of life’s losses.’ – Ben Wilkinson, Times Literary Supplement
‘…an exploration of grief that is both pensively elegiac and electrifyingly alive…These are poems that feel necessary, and that show how poetry can be part of dealing with the great change of life and death.’ – Alex Pryce, Mslexia