Brother Poem
By Will Harris
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At the heart of Brother Poem is a sequence addressed to a fictional brother. Through these fragments, Will Harris attempts to reckon with the past while mourning what never existed.
The text moves, cloud-like, through states of consciousness, beings and geographies, to create a moving portrait of contemporary anxieties around language and the need to communicate. With pronominal shifts, broken dialogisms, and obsessive feedback loops, it reflects on the fictions we tell ourselves, and in our attempts to live up to the demands of others.
From a dimension uncannily like our own, intuited through signs, whispers, and glitches, Brother Poem is shadowed by the loss of what can't be seen. Telling stories of bizarre familial reckonings and difficult relationships, about love and living with others, it is a deeply sensitive coming-of-age poetics.
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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Brother Poem - Will Harris
In June, outrageous stood the flagons on
the pavement which extended to the river
where we spoke of everything except
the fear that would, when habit ended, be
depended on. Our fear of darkness as
the fear of darkness never ending. To
hell with it, you said, and why not? Let’s buy
a dirty and slobbery farm in Albion. What
country is this? There was the big loom
we little mice were born to tarry in.
Its patter made the bad things better. O
we sang against the light as we sang
against the battens! Cold that June and mist-
shapen, the river mind and all else matter,
I called you. Where are you? It’s getting
dark. But these being statements, they ran
away before I could say hummock coastline theft.
This is where we used to speak of everything.
I need one more hour please. One more
hour. My affordable memories sold, I hung
my phone from the highest flagpole and kissed
the face of England once discreetly, though
it wasn’t you and neither was the mist
wherefrom in dingle darkness buzzed a single
notification. Call me when you get this.
And see I’m calling now, whether or not
this is now or in time.
Cuttlefish
We were sitting on the floor. I started writing
as the window darkened and the grass grew
bright. By morning, half the trees were
submarine. What was it about being young and
wanting to write? You said it wasn’t choice, it
was dictation: you had to ask. A frog leapt
through the cat flap taking refuge by our feet.
You knew I had a brother though we’d only met
that night. Each time you forget and remember
the experience becomes truer. Like lightning
in reverse the fuse blew. I was stirring a pot
of dal, your dog Annie asleep on the floor beside
me, snoring. We went to a cafe whose name
rhymed with dal, me playing with a small
salt shaker, you talking about your brother. He had
to go and you were about to go with him but
then you changed your mind. There was an
accident that night. One second he was in his car
asking if you wanted to go and you were about to
and that was that. We were strangers in a circle eating
peach cobbler. Someone played ‘Galway Girl’ on
a child’s toy guitar. It’s me! It’s me! you screamed
because you used to live on Grafton St in Boston. Too
late to leave and raining now, we talked about
your brother. It was after college that you started
writing. Lightning crackled in the air. You were all
along me. I watched you heat a pot of dal, your dog
asleep beside you. You’d planned to leave by
twenty-three but