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The M Pages
The M Pages
The M Pages
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A brilliant, moving book . . . Reminiscent of one of this century’s great elegies, Denise Riley’s A Part Song, The M Pages is similarly probing, hurt, skeptical and smarting . . . in a book packed with good poems.' Irish Times

The reader might be justified in thinking that the ‘M’ in the title of Colette Bryce’s new collection could stand for ‘mortality’, ‘mourning’, or the spontaneous and cathartic practice of the writer’s ‘morning pages’ – until they reach the book’s arresting central sequence. Addressed to a named ‘M’ who has suddenly died, this fourteen-part poem depicts the experience of unexpected bereavement, and the altering effect such events have on the living. It does so unflinchingly, gracefully and honestly, as Bryce harnesses her characteristic insight, forensic eye and tightly woven music to deeply moving ends – while demonstrating again why she is regarded as one of the leading Irish poets of the age. As the book unfolds, it becomes clear that her other subjects – of family, travel, history and ageing – all orbit the gravitational centre of The M Pages. What emerges is an important book about love, fear, self-censorship and the limits of our knowledge, and what we can and cannot say about some of the most profound events we face.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherPan Macmillan
Release dateMar 19, 2020
ISBN9781529037517
The M Pages
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Colette Bryce

Colette Bryce was born in Derry in 1970. After studying in England, she settled in London for some years where she received an Eric Gregory Award in 1995 and won the National Poetry Competition in 2003. She has published four poetry collections with Picador, most recently The Whole & Rain-domed Universe (2014), recipient of a Christopher Ewart-Biggs Award in memory of Seamus Heaney. She has held literary fellowships at various universities in the UK, Ireland and the US, and currently lives in Newcastle upon Tyne where she works as a freelance writer and editor. She received a Cholmondeley Award for poetry in 2010. Her Selected Poems was shortlisted for the Poetry Pigott Prize in association with Listowel Writers’ Week. She was selected as one of Val McDermid's ten most exciting LGBTQI+ writers in the UK in association with the British Council in 2019. www.colettebryce.com

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    The M Pages - Colette Bryce

    Acknowledgements

    Death of an Actress

    She has, as chimney sweepers, come to dust.

    And bitten it. She has given up the ghost

    and lies in cold obstruction there to rot

    where angelstubs perfect untimely frost,

    now she. Frights me thus living flesh

    does yield soft saply to the axe’s edge.

    Has gasped her last, pegged out, gone west.

    Mislaid the future like a set of specs

    or a loop of keys. Has booted the bucket,

    dimmed her light to the glownub of a wick

    and snuffed it, passed unto the kingdom of perpetual

    night, hooked up with darkness as a bride.

    Shuffled, mortal. Crossed the Styx into

    history. She has joined the great majority,

    sloughed off her body like a costume coat

    discarded on the carpet. Dearly departed

    sleep, bed down with beauty slain

    and beauty dead. Black chaos comes again.

    A London Leaving

    Out of breath I spot

    the polished lozenge of a hearse

    pull beside me,

    beetle-backed,

    nose towards a church.

    I quicken foot, I fall in step,

    frightened, but of what?

    The fear of god is not

    the fear of god but fear

    of fungi, rot.

    Open-arsed it then

    from which the surgeons

    ease a planky box.

    Six, before the entry arch.

    Danny Boy, How great thou art.

    A husband’s silver stubble.

    Baritone at the earhole.

    A fiddle-thumbed

    accordionist from Brecht,

    into your hands, O Lord . . .

    Grave politeness,

    blot appearing underarm

    at seams of shirts.

    A poem fished from Google search,

    Do not stand for it, she’s dead.

    We, instead. Tapered heels

    of ladies

    sinking into earth.

    Athenry: a man recalls

    a drubbing at a rugby

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