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Little Silver
Little Silver
Little Silver
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Little Silver

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The recurrent themes of Little Silver are inheritance, loss, and the relationship between real and imagined lives. Moments of crisis – a near-drowning, a fall down a mine-shaft, the death of a friend – prompt reflection on the stories ‘we tell ourselves about our / selves’, and on the sheer strangeness of existing in our bodies and in time. The book’s title sequence responds to the recent demolition of Jane Griffiths’ childhood home, whose absence appears as ‘a little silvering between the trees’. Setting its absence against the memory of ‘Little Silver’, a small enclave of houses in Exeter that she passed on the way home from school (and whose name fascinated her), she considers the gap between the two as the space of the imagination: the origins of her writing. Other poems centre on the theme of childlessness and the relationship between that and other kinds of making; a sequence centred on conversations between an artist and her imaginary children concludes when the daughter asks ‘So if we existed the tree could stand alone?’ The emphasis in these poems is on inventiveness and endeavour, on lifelines and human traces.
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Release dateSep 15, 2022
ISBN9781780376134
Little Silver
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Jane Griffiths

Jane Griffiths was born in Exeter in 1970, and brought up in Holland and Devon. After reading English at Oxford, where her poem 'The House' won the Newdigate Prize, she worked as a book-binder in London and Norfolk. Returning to Oxford, she completed her doctorate on the Tudor poet John Skelton and worked on the Oxford English Dictionary for two years. After teaching English Literature at St Edmund Hall, Oxford, and then at the universities of Edinburgh and Bristol, she now teaches at Wadham College, Oxford, and is literary editor of the Oxford Magazine. She won an Eric Gregory Award for her poetry in 1996. Her book Another Country: New & Selected Poems (Bloodaxe Books, 2008), which included a new collection, Eclogue Over Merlin Street (2008), together with large selections from her previous two Bloodaxe collections, A Grip on Thin Air (2000) and Icarus on Earth (2005), was shortlisted for the Forward Prize for Best Collection. Her later collections from Bloodaxe are Terrestrial Variations (2012), Silent in Finisterre (2017), a Poetry Book Society Recommendation, and Little Silver (2022). She co-edited the study Architectural Space and the Imagination: Houses in Literature and Art from Classical to Contemporary (Palgrave, 2020) with Adam Hanna. She lives in Banbury.

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    Little Silver - Jane Griffiths

    JANE GRIFFITHS

    Little Silver

    The recurrent themes of Little Silver are inheritance, loss, and the relationship between real and imagined lives. Moments of crisis – a near-drowning, a fall down a mine-shaft, the death of a friend – prompt reflection on the stories ‘we tell ourselves about our / selves’, and on the sheer strangeness of existing in our bodies and in time.

    The book’s title sequence responds to the recent demolition of Jane Griffiths’ childhood home, whose absence appears as ‘a little silvering between the trees’. Setting its absence against the memory of ‘Little Silver’, a small enclave of houses in Exeter that she passed on the way home from school (and whose name fascinated her), she considers the gap between the two as the space of the imagination: the origins of her writing.

    Other poems centre on the theme of childlessness and the relationship between that and other kinds of making; a sequence centred on conversations between an artist and her imaginary children concludes when the daughter asks ‘So if we existed the tree could stand alone?’ The emphasis in these poems is on inventiveness and endeavour, on lifelines and human traces.

    ‘Jane Griffiths is a poet attracted to the cross-hatchings of matter and spirit; inner and outer; air and water; foreignness and a sense of home…she has something of the Dutch still-life painter’s eye: the comprehension of solid form as nothing, finally, but the effect of light. Sensuously wrought and even, at times, subtly erotic, her poems simultaneously evoke another level of pure abstraction, with words in place of coils of paint.’ – Adam Thorpe, Guardian

    Cover painting: Woman Sleeping by the Sea (2020) by Kate Montgomery

    www.katemontgomery.co.uk

    JANE GRIFFITHS

    Little Silver

    Say goodbye to her, to the Alexandria you are losing.

    C.P. CAVAFY, ‘The God Abandons Antony’

    ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

    Acknowledgements are due to the editors of Ash Magazine, Chough Books, ORB and http://plague20journal.com for publishing some of these poems.

    CONTENTS

    Title Page

    Epigraph

    Acknowledgements

    Waking

    Inscape

    The Drowning at Porthcurno

    Off-spring

    The Amortals

    Distance Lane

    Foundling

    Lifelines

    Isolation

    Grace

    Out of the Picture

    Negative Space

    Snow and Privet

    Moving the House

    Little Silver

    Charm

    Tall Story

    Homily

    The Silence

    From London far

    Anchorage

    Passage

    Fugue

    Life Sentence

    Definition of Huer

    Stet

    Sometimes I forget you are dead because

    Gone Fishing

    Reading Ane Satyre of the Thrie Estatis on the Day of the Dead

    Smokey Considers Hilton’s Cat

    Cot Song

    Ghost Rhyme

    Abstraction

    New Year’s Day

    New Atlantis

    Tailpiece

    About the Author

    Copyright

    Waking,

    the book you were reading called Night still

    fly-leaved to your fingers, the bedside

    light casting shadows like bison running at full

    stretch for centuries now, you know of course

    you have been dreaming of the cave’s wide

    mouth and a small boat negotiating

    the underground stream to its receding source:

    you have the word bark on your tongue,

    the root of it twisted and solid

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