Darling: New & Selected Poems
By Jackie Kay
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Jackie Kay
Jackie Kay was born in Edinburgh. A poet, novelist and writer of short stories, she has enjoyed great acclaim for her work for both adults and children. Her novel, Trumpet, won the Guardian Fiction Prize. She has published three collections of stories with Picador, Why Don’t You Stop Talking, Wish I Was Here, and Reality, Reality; two poetry collections, Fiere and Bantam; and her memoir, Red Dust Road. From 2016-21 she was the third modern Makar, National Poet for Scotland. She lives in Manchester and is Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Salford.
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Darling - Jackie Kay
JACKIE KAY
DARLING
Humour, gender, sexuality, sensuality, identity, racism, cultural difference: when do any of these things ever come together to equal poetry? When Jackie Kay’s part of the equation. Darling brings together into a vibrant new book many favourite poems from her four Bloodaxe collections, The Adoption Papers, Other Lovers, Off Colour and Life Mask, as well as featuring new work, some previously uncollected poems, and some lively poetry for younger readers.
Kay’s poems draw on her own life and the lives of others to make a tapestry of voice and communal understanding. The title of her acclaimed short story collection, Why Don’t You Stop Talking, could be a comment on her own poems, their urgency of voice and their recognition of the urgency in all voice, particularly the need to be heard, to have voice. And what voice – the voices of the everyday, the voices of jazz, the voices of this many-voiced United Kingdom.
‘Kay’s Darling locates her alongside Ted Hughes – even T.S. Eliot – in that elite group whose children’s writing, rather than gainsaying their primary poetic project, informs and enriches it… One of Kay’s greatest strengths is the way she locates individual experience in the collective. As befits an adoptive daughter of peace marchers, Kay is a writer for whom the personal is indeed political… Even such a public poet as Kay, though, writes verse shaped above all by human cadence. She has an immaculate ear for speech patterns, using accent and dialect, in particular, to lift and characterise’ – Fiona Sampson, Guardian
‘Darling is proof of her place as one of the most deft, most airy, most unencumbered, most fearless and most humane of poets. It culminates in a set of poems whose rhetorical ease and lack of pretension are like a clear starry sky on a good frosty night’ – Ali Smith, Guardian (Books of the Year)
COVER PHOTOGRAPH
Little Birds and Big Birds, San Francisco (1977) by Linda Elvira Piedra © 2005
JACKIE KAY
Darling
NEW & SELECTED POEMS
In the dark times
Will there also be singing?
Yes, there will also be singing.
About the dark times.
BERTOLT BRECHT
from ‘Motto’
For John, Helen, Maxwell and Matthew Kay with love
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This book includes all the poems which Jackie Kay wishes to keep in print from her previous Bloodaxe collections The Adoption Papers (1991), Other Lovers (1993), Off Colour (1998) and Life Mask (2005), together with new poems, and selections from her books of poetry for children: Two’s Company (Blackie, 1992; Puffin, 1994), Three Has Gone (Blackie, 1994; Puffin, 1996), The Frog Who Dreamed She Was an Opera Singer (Bloomsbury, 1998) and Red, Cherry Red (Bloomsbury, 2007). The poems of Severe Gale 8 formed the second half of The Adoption Papers. ‘My Grandmother’ is reprinted from That Distance Apart (Turret Books, 1991).
A dramatisation of The Adoption Papers was broadcast by BBC Radio 3 in 1990. Some of the poems from Other Lovers were broadcast in Twice Through the Heart, a BBC 2 Words on Film poetry documentary based on the life of Amelia Rossiter; others were dramatised in Every Bit of It, a play about Bessie Smith produced by the Sphinx Theatre in 1992. ‘The Year of the Letter’ was commissioned by Bookworks as part of a library project. ‘Sabbath’ was made into a television feature film with Bill Paterson by BBC Wales and shown on BBC 2.
Having a bronze head of her made by sculptor Michael Snowden inspired the sequence of poems about the life mask. (Her head is one of twelve herms in Edinburgh Business Park.) Michael talked to her about the whole process, which she found fascinating. She sat for him for twenty hours. Michael said things like ‘clay has no personality’ or ‘clay is freedom’ or ‘plaster is unforgiving’. It sparked off a series of poems, which were then put to music by the Spontaniacs and performed at the Edinburgh Jazz Festival.
‘Pencil, Knife’ was inspired by the experience of being drawn by Scottish artist Joyce Cairns. ‘Mirror, Mirror’ and ‘The Staging of My Body’ were inspired by the work of Helen Chadwick and commissioned by the Barbican Arts Centre.
‘My Face Is a Map’ was commissioned by the Royal Society of Medicine and inspired by Iain Hutchison of Saving Faces. ‘Surveillance’ was commissioned by the Performance Arts Lab. ‘The Knitter’ was written for the launch of the National Theatre of Scotland. Thanks to the Fitzwilliam Museum in Cambridge for the Howard Hodgkin exhibition. ‘Weather Report’ was first published in the Sunday Herald.
CONTENTS
Title Page
Epigraph
Acknowledgements
My Grandmother
THE ADOPTION PAPERS
(1991)
Key
Part One: 1961–1962
CHAPTER 1:
The Seed
CHAPTER 2:
The Original Birth Certificate
CHAPTER 3:
The Waiting Lists
CHAPTER 4:
Baby Lazarus
CHAPTER 5:
The Tweed Hat Dream
Part Two: 1967–1979
CHAPTER 6:
The Telling Part
CHAPTER 7:
Black Bottom
Part Three: 1980–1990
CHAPTER 8:
Generations
CHAPTER 9:
The Phone Call
CHAPTER 10:
The Meeting Dream
SEVERE GALE 8
(1991)
Severe Gale 8
My Grandmother’s Houses
Summer Storm, Capolona
Pounding Rain
In the Seventh Year
Photo in the Locket
Dance of the Cherry Blossom
He Told Us He Wanted a Black Coffin
Lighthouse Wall
Mummy and Donor and Deirdre
Close Shave
Dressing Up
I try my absolute best
Death to Poll Tax
Whilst Leila Sleeps
The Underground Baby Case
OTHERS LOVERS
(1993)
‘Even the trees’
In the Pullman
The Right Season
The Same Note
The Red Graveyard
Blues
Twelve Bar Bessie
Watching People Sing
Sound
Sign
Gastarbeiter
In my country
Compound Fracture
Colouring In
Keeping Orchids
Fridge
Therapy
This Long Night
The Keeper
Dusting the Phone
The Crossing
Away from You
Other Lovers
A Country Walk
Snap
The Year of the Letter
Going to See King Lear
Pork Pies
Got You
Condemned Property
No Way Out
Love
Mouth
Inside
China Cup
Landslide
Finger
OFF COLOUR
(1998)
Where It Hurts
The Shoes of Dead Comrades
Crown and Country
Teeth
The Black Chair
Plague
Race, Racist, Racism
Virus *
Hottentot Venus
Somebody Else
Christian Sanderson
Gambia
Lucozade
Yellow
Whistle Down the Wind
Bleep
Virus **
Fiction
The Life and Death of Bette Davis
False Memory
From Stranraer South
Bed
Virus ***
Maw Broon Visits a Therapist
Room
Interior
Josephine Miles House
Love Nest
Virus ****
Church Invisible
Husband
Paw Broon on the Starr Report
Sabbath
The Broons’ Bairn’s Black
Pride
LIFE MASK
(2005)
Late Love
Glen strathfarrar
Skyscraper
The Spare Room
There’s Trouble for Maw Broon
Spoons
Mugs
Notice
Husky
Her
Mirror, Mirror
It’s You and Me Baby All the Way to the End of the Line
Clay
Gone with the Wind
The Staging of My Body
Model
Unforgiving Plaster
Wax
Bronze
The Mask of the Martyr
Mid Life Mask
Plaster
Pencil, Knife
Things Fall Apart
The Wood Father
A White African Dress
Kano
African Masks
Clay=Freedom
Rubber
Rubble
End of the Line
New Old Past
George Square
I Kin See Richt thru My Mither
Childhood, Still
Old Tongue
Piano 4
P.M.
High Land
The Road You Take (Unfinished)
Old Aberdeen
Promise
Eleven Chances
Two Autumns
Dream Pier
Donkey
Baggage
Moon Mask
Life Mask
from
TWO’S COMPANY
(1992)
Brendon Gallacher
Sassenachs
English Cousin Comes to Scotland
Lovesick
from
THREE HAS GONE
(1994)
Dracula
The Stincher
Attention Seeking
Divorce
from
THE FROG WHO DREAMED SHE WAS AN OPERA SINGER
(1998)
The Hole Story
Black Ann
At Home, Abroad
Grandpa’s Soup
from
RED, CHERRY RED
(2007)
The Knitter
Yell Sound
The Angler’s Song
The World of Trees
My Face Is a Map
No. 115 Dreams
Double Trouble
The Moon at Knowle Hill
NEW POEMS
(2007)
Darling
Facing the Double Bed Single
Anniversaries
Buildings, Love
Ways of Seeing
Don’t Miss La La
African Stories of Death
Weather Report
Dream River
Stars, Sea
Winter Heart
First Light
Something Rhymed
Highland Girl
Gap Year
About the Author
Copyright
My Grandmother
My grandmother is like a Scottish pine,
tall, straight-backed, proud and plentiful,
a fine head of hair, greying now
tied up in a loose bun.
Her face is ploughed land.
Her eyes shine rough as amethysts.
She wears a plaid shawl
of our clan with the zeal of an Amazon.
She is one of those women
burnt in her croft rather than moved off the land.
She comes from them, her snake’s skin.
She speaks Gaelic mostly, English only
when she has to, then it’s blasphemy.
My grandmother sits by the fire and swears
There’ll be no darkie baby in this house
My grandmother is a Scottish pine,
tall, straight-backed proud and plentiful,
her hair tied with pins in a ball of steel wool.
Her face is tight as ice
and her eyes are amethysts.
The Adoption Papers
(1991)
THE ADOPTION PAPERS
In The Adoption Papers sequence, the voices of the three speakers are distinguished typographically:
I always wanted to give birth
do that incredible natural thing
that women do – I nearly broke down
when I heard we couldn’t,
and then my man said
well there’s always adoption
(we didn’t have test tubes and the rest then)
even in the early sixties there was
something scandalous about adopting,
telling the world your secret failure
bringing up an alien child,
who knew what it would turn out to be
I was pulled out with forceps
left a gash down my left cheek
four months inside a glass cot
but she came faithful
from Glasgow to Edinburgh
and peered through the glass
I must have felt somebody willing me to survive;
she would not pick another baby
I still have the baby photograph
I keep it in my bottom drawer
She is twenty-six today
my hair is grey
The skin around my neck is wrinkling
does she imagine me this way
PART ONE: 1961–1962
Chapter 1: The Seed
I never thought it would be quicker
than walking down the mainstreet
I want to stand in front of the mirror
swollen bellied so swollen bellied
The time, the exact time
for that particular seed to be singled out
I want to lie on my back at night
I want to pee all the time
amongst all others
like choosing a dancing partner
I crave discomfort like some women
crave chocolate or earth or liver
Now these slow weeks on
I can’t stop going over and over
I can’t believe I’ve tried for five years
for something that could take five minutes
It only took a split second
not a minute or more.
I want the pain
the tearing searing pain
I want my waters to break
like Noah’s flood
I want to push and push
and scream and scream.
When I was sure I wrote a short note
six weeks later – a short letter
He was sorry; we should have known better
He couldn’t leave Nigeria.
I missed him, silly things
his sudden high laugh,
His eyes intense as whirlwind
the music he played me
Chapter 2: The Original Birth Certificate
I say to the man at the desk
I’d like my original birth certificate
Do you have any idea what your name was?
Close, close he laughs. Well what was it?
So slow as torture he discloses bit by bit
my mother’s name, my original name
the hospital I was born in, the time I came.
Outside Edinburgh is soaked in sunshine
I talk to myself walking past the castle.
So, so, so, I was a midnight baby after all.
I am nineteen
my whole life is changing
On the first night
I see her shuttered eyes in my dreams
I cannot pretend she’s never been
my stitches pull and threaten to snap
my own body a witness
leaking blood to sheets, milk to shirts
On the second night
I’ll suffocate her with a feather pillow
Bury her under a weeping willow
Or take her far out to sea
and watch her tiny eight-pound body
sink to shells and reshape herself.
So much the better than her body
encased in glass like a museum piece
On the third night
I toss I did not go through these months
for you to die on me now
on the third night I lie
willing life into her
breathing air all the way down the corridor
to the glass cot
I push my nipples through
Chapter 3: The Waiting Lists
The first agency we went to
didn’t want us on their lists,
we didn’t live close enough to a church
nor were we church-goers
(though we kept quiet about being communists).
The second told us
we weren’t high enough earners.
The third liked us
but they had a five-year waiting list.
I spent six months trying not to look
at swings nor the front of supermarket trolleys,
not to think this kid I’ve wanted could be five.
The fourth agency was full up.
The fifth said yes but again no babies.
Just as we were going out the door
I said oh you know we don’t mind the colour.
Just like that, the waiting was over.
This morning a slim manilla envelope arrives
postmarked Edinburgh: one piece of paper
I have now been able to look up your microfiche
(as this is all the records kept nowadays).
From your mother’s letters, the following information:
Your mother was nineteen when she had you.
You weighed eight pounds four ounces.
She liked hockey. She worked in Aberdeen
as a waitress. She was five foot eight inches.
I thought I’d hid everything
that there wasnie