Almost a homage to Larkin-- with a great deal more humor
Clive James, author of "Cultural Amnesia" and translator of Dante's "Divine Comedy" has written a collection of poems that recall some of the more serious poets of the 20th century--Philip Larkin, William Empson, (at times, even, Giacomo Leopardi).
What makes this a fun read is that one gets the impression of a honest man taking a look at his life from the rare view of impending mortality, perhaps? His geological bent, made evident in his earlier poetry collection "Opal Sunset", is also present here. He blends the awareness of death with the natural world beautifully in one of my personal favorite poems from this collection, "On a Thin Gold Chain"--
"While that slight trinket echoing your eyes
Swam in its colors. What a long, long game
We've played. Quick now, before somebody dies:
Have you still got that pendant? Can I see?
And have you kept it dark to punish me?"
In "Butterfly Needles" we see the poet gazing into fate with a raw bravery few are capable of, indeed:
"Take it easy, mister. Sniff the real estate you're ruling:
You, the last one here.
A butterfly died once and now the whole damned planet's cooling
At the wrong time of the year.
Stand up too quickly and you hear the headsman chuckle
And the words "Sleep well" are far too near the knuckle,
And for your next trick, you will disappear"
He retains an awareness of eroticism, and an acknowledgment of the passing of youth. The last stanza of "The Buzz" is another example of the poet's searing honesty:
""But there is nothing you love fails to see
Except the future. Bodies and their connection
Are all creation, shorn of history.
These are the only humans who exist.
Whoever thought to his s or to be kissed
Or hit the sack from every known direction
Except them? Visions radiantly true
Don't change with age. those that have had them do."
The central poem describes the survival of a statue of Nefertiti which was on loan to Berlin at the onset of World War II. In order to preserve it the statue was placed in a flak tower, a huge fortified building one square block or more in size which housed anti-aircraft guns that fired over 8000 shells per minute. The tower was impermeable and the statue survived. "Vertical Envelopment" describes in counterpoint the author's experiences in a Dakota paratroop transport earlier in his life and in a cancer ward decades later.
This is the best poetry I have seen from Clive James, and would recommend it to any lover of poetry.