frontiers and fault-lines
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One of the concerns running through the book is the navigational challenges we are presented with by the dynamics and uncertainties generated by the frontiers and fault-lines which cross-cut our lives, at every level from the personal and private to the international.
graham bowers
Graham Bowers was born in Shropshire, England, and lives in southern Sweden.
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frontiers and fault-lines - graham bowers
October
Ducks and drakes
When we were children on our summer holidays
we'd go down to the River Tees
to scramble on the rocks, scoop for minnows
and bullheads in home-made nets,
and skim stones, trying to get them over
from our side – Durham – into Yorkshire.
The rear-view-mirroring strangeness of being
so much older now: eyeing, though front to back,
the disparate pieces tiled into the mosaic,
and the crumbling cracks between which separate and fix.
Some stones simply broke the surface and dropped without grace,
swallowed at once by the gurgle, drag and flow.
Some were well-enough chosen, well-enough thrown,
to skim and skip, looking like joy
heading for freedom, to skate and lift before being lost
to view. And now I'm on the other side
of all the years – of all they've held
and all they haven't
held,
and I wonder, did I get myself across.
The quiet life
I was staring at this piece of paper,
and the piece of paper was staring back,
going, "Here I am, white and empty,
so go on, show me the colour of your black."
But I looked at it in a spirit of refusal;
if nothing needed saying, why then write?
The whiteness kept on trying to taunt me,
and I kept trying to keep out of the fight.
You might think in the end the paper won
when it forced these graphite scratchings into sight.
But all those quiet gaps between the shapes
and round the edges, where it's still: the black
is often just encroachment on the white.
We similarly think life's what gets done,
and view the non-doing lacunae as fallow space.
But our senses are beguiled by fuss and facts
and footprints are a flat and narrow trace:
what someone is is in between the acts.
Bellwether, touchstone
Bellwether, touchstone:
I hereby summon you.
Yardstick, wishbone:
help me to come true.
Pole star, milestone:
let me find a way.
Dice cup, knucklebones:
what has fate to say?
Arrow-head, tally-stone,
score of blood and tithe,
dowsing rod, backbone,
gravity and tide.
Linchpin, flint-stone:
hold me with a flame,
Rune stone, carved bone:
bring me an old name.
Ridgepole, keystone:
grip the brick and beam.
Plumb line, whetstone:
keep me straight and keen.
Ratchet wheel and millstone
dole the mete of time.
Shadow thrown and crossbones
guard the final line.
Cycle
Autumn,
season of renewal, growth,
root-feed, reconnection,
in being a move away, or rather in,
from distraction, from easy warmth
and pleasing lap and dapple, towards
the harder-edged rule of the intrinsic.
Wind-snap, leaf-drop, colour-slip attune us
to the truer shape of trunk and limb.
Winter,
season of renewal, growth,
focus, reconnection
with the unadorned mechanisms of time,
a move down and in to the world
where words reassume their weight,
an anchoring,