RENDANG
By Will Harris
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Using long poems, ekphrasis, and ruptured forms, RENDANG is a startling new take on the self, and how an identity is constructed. Drawing on his Anglo-Indonesian heritage, Will Harris shows us new ways to think about the contradictions of identity and cultural memory. He creates companions that speak to us in multiple languages. They deftly ask us to consider how and what we look at, as well as what we don't look at and why. It is intellectual and accessible, moving and experimental, and combines a linguistic innovation with a deep emotional rooting.
"The Hanged Man"
He bought a seeded loaf and two ripe and ready avocados
and left them in the hallway, and at lunch the next day went
to Chipotle on Charing Cross Road, then back to work,
and afterwards bought a ring doughnut from Tesco
because there were no jam doughnuts.
That night, though he didn't think he was a hoarder,
he started ordering records online and soon he had bought
the whole of Bruce Springsteen's back catalogue.
I hate Bruce Springsteen, he thought. I want to eat better.
The next week, listening to Human Touch, he dozed
and woke to find himself floating two feet off the ground.
Hanging there. His parents were alive and dead.
If only he could keep completely still he could remain
unscattered, forever on the edge of rain.
Will Harris
Will Harris is a London-based poem who has published with The Guardian, The New Republic, The London Review of Books, Granta and The Poetry Review among other places. His debut poetry book RENDANG was shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize and won the Forward Prize for the Best First Collection. He co-facilitates the Southbank New Poets Collective and works in extra care homes. In 2022, his co-translation (with Delaina Haslam) of Habib Tengour's Consolation was published. His second book of poems Brother Poem is published by Granta in the UK and by Wesleyan in the US in March 2023.
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RENDANG - Will Harris
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Holy Man
Everywhere was coming down with Christmas, the streets
and window displays ethereal after rain, but what was it –
October? Maybe I’d been thinking about why I hated
Tibetan prayer flags and whether that was similar to how
I felt about Christmas: things become meaningless severed
from the body of ritual, of belief. Then I thought about
those who see kindness in my face, or see it as unusually
calm, which must have to do with that image of the Buddha
smiling. I turned off Regent Street and onto Piccadilly,
then down a side road by Costa to Jermyn Street, where
a man caught my eye as I was about to cross the road
and asked to shake my hand. You have a kind face, he said.
Really. He was wearing a diamond-checked golfer’s jumper
and said he was a holy man. As soon as he let go, he started
scribbling in a notepad, then tore out a sheet which
he scrunched into a little ball and pressed to his forehead
and the back of his neck before blowing on it – once, sharply –
and giving it to me. I see kindness in you, but also bad habits.
Am I right? Not drinking or drugs or sex, not like that, but bad
habits. 2020 will be a good year for you. Don’t cut your hair
on a Tuesday or Thursday. Have courage. He took out his wallet
and showed me a photograph of a temple, in front of which
stood a family. His, I think. A crowd of businessmen
flowed around us. Name a colour of the rainbow. Any colour,
except red or orange. He was looking to my right, at what
I thought could be a rainbow – despite the sun, a light wind
blew the rain about like scattered sand – but when
I followed his gaze it seemed to be fixed on either a fish
restaurant or a suit display, or maybe backwards in time to
the memory of a rainbow. Why did he stop me? I’d been
dawdling, staring at people on business lunches. Restaurants
like high-end clinics, etherized on white wine. I must
have been the only one to catch his eye, to hold it. What
colour could I see? I tried to picture the full spectrum
arrayed in stained glass, shining sadly, and then refracted
through a single shade that appeared to me in the form of
a freshly mown lawn, a stack of banknotes, a cartoon
frog, a row of pines, an unripe mango, a septic wound. I saw
the glen beside the tall elm tree where the sweetbriar
smells so sweet, then the lane in Devon where my dad
grew up, and the river in Riau where my mum played.
It was blue and yellow mixed, like Howard Hodgkin’s version
of a Bombay sunset, or pistachio ice cream; a jade statue
of the Buddha. I remembered being asked – forced – to give
my favourite colour by a teacher (why did it matter?),
which was the colour of my favourite Power Ranger,
of the Knight beheaded by Gawain, of the girdle given
to him by Lady Bertilak, and chose the same again.
The paper in your hand, if it is your colour, will bring you luck,
and if not … He