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Mischief
Mischief
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Mischief

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Peter Bennet is a storyteller who reinvents the world each time he writes, and does so with linguistic resourcefulness and panache, bold imaginative strokes, subversive connections, and dark wit. He has also armed himself with a sophisticated dramatic understanding learned in part from Browning. The borders of the real and the imaginary are frequently breached here, but Mischief, which is his seventh full-length collection, also contains an uncharacteristically autobiographical and revealing sequence which revisits memories from between Bennet’s war-time early childhood and his father’s premature death in 1953. This writing is so careful, even compressed, that it feels distilled rather than made, having something of the purity and strength of a good single malt.
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Release dateNov 15, 2018
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Peter Bennet

Peter Bennet taught in secondary and further education, including work with redundant steelworkers following the closure of Consett Steel Works, and spent 16 years as Tutor Organiser for Northumberland with the Workers’ Educational Association. He lived for 33 years near the Wild Hills o’Wanney in Northumberland, in a cottage associated with the ballad writer James Armstrong, author of Wannie Blossoms. He now lives in Whitley Bay. His Bloodaxe retrospective Border (2013) includes work from books including Goblin Lawn (2005), a Poetry Book Society Recommendation, The Glass Swarm (2008), a Poetry Book Society Choice which was shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize, and The Game of Bear (2011). His latest collection, Mischief, is out from Bloodaxe in 2018.

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    Mischief - Peter Bennet

    PETER BENNET

    MISCHIEF

    Peter Bennet is a storyteller who reinvents the world each time he writes, and does so with linguistic resourcefulness and panache, bold imaginative strokes, subversive connections, and dark wit. He has also armed himself with a sophisticated dramatic understanding learned in part from Browning.

    The borders of the real and the imaginary are frequently breached here, but Mischief, which is his seventh full-length collection, also contains an uncharacteristically autobiographical and revealing sequence which revisits memories from between Bennet’s war-time early childhood and his father’s premature death in 1953. This writing is so careful, even compressed, that it feels distilled rather than made, having something of the purity and strength of a good single malt.

    ‘Peter Bennet’s supple and musically precise poems are charged with a sense of the uncanny, whether their subject is history, art or myth. Droll, frightening, crackling with an unmistakable intelligence and intensity of utterance, these poems consolidate and extend the achievement of one of the country’s most exciting poets.’ – JACOB POLLEY, on Border (2013)

    ‘His poems frequently have an irresistible narrative drive and are peopled by characters that are engaging in spite of their strangeness… This is an exceptional body of work by a poet of rare gifts.’ – DAVID COOKE, The North

    Cover wood engraving: Sharpening the Scythe (1935) by Clare Leighton

    BY PERMISSION OF THE ESTATE OF CLARE LEIGHTON

    PETER BENNET

    Mischief

    For Sue

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

    Acknowledgements are due to the editors of the following publications in which some of these poems first appeared: The Compass, The High Window, Island (Australia), The North, Shadow Script: twelve poems for Lindisfarne and Bamburgh (NCLA, 2013) and The Times Literary Supplement.

    CONTENTS

    Title Page

    Dedication

    Acknowledgements

    The Place I Am

    The Riddle

    Miss Hood in the Nursing Home

    Old Fashioned

    Auberge

    The Unsafe Landing

    Tales of Tesco

    Boustrophedon Lang Syne

    The Comfort Service

    The Leopard

    The Laboratory

    La Morale de Joujou

    A Helpmeet for Protestant Mystics

    The Muse and the Fridge

    The Heiress

    Like Me

    Three of Us

    Listening to Bees

    The Old Stacks

    The Better Place

    After Dark at Lindisfarne Castle

    Gantries

    The Magic Castle

    The Unicorn

    Remission

    LANDSCAPE WITH PSYCHE

    The Turtle Holiday

    Proxy

    Next Time

    The Winpole Boy

    After Pevsner

    The Nuisances

    Pastoral

    The Ornithologist

    Resting Rats

    Virgil

    French Windows

    The Philosopher

    Barefooted

    The Trouser Button

    Sanquar

    LADDEREDGE AND COTISLEA

    The Gypsy Fiddle

    The Columns

    The Vapour Trail

    An Exhibition Catalogue

    Death and the Spinster

    The Cormorant

    Seasons

    News of a Death

    My Mother at Erbistock

    A Piano in Hobart

    NOTES

    About the Author

    Copyright

    The Place I Am

    I have become a master of the craft

    of moulding, patiently and with precision,

    lethargy into shapes of hours and days.

    My cast of mind requires a library

    of books I wrote myself, sufficient booze

    and shabby furniture. Beyond

    the balcony is marshy coast. My gaze

    slides along pewter-coloured horizontals

    that evening sunlight turns to bronze.

    It is a habitat where rare plants learn

    to live with salt, and birds nest on the ground.

    It is the place I am. It should be empty

    of any presence otherwise.

    Rage and tales of unmapped quicksand

    are not discouraging enough.

    The landscape fades. I fade. I mourn its beauty

    leached into sketch and photograph

    or into notebooks that birdwatchers carry.

    The sea is close. I fear death by erosion.

    It has grown dark but now the sky is starry.

    I’ll jot down where I’d like my body found

    but not by whom. I think that’s better left.

    And better left, I also think, is when.

    The airport glows inland. A homing plane

    blinks across the ankles of Orion.

    The Riddle

    The

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