States of Happiness
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States of Happiness, Suzanne Batty’s second full-length collection, begins with an extended sequence written in memory of her twin sister. This explores their relationship from shared birth to her twin’s early death from Friedreich’s ataxia, a rare degenerative disease. Suzanne Batty’s gifts of empathy and imagination combine to produce a profoundly moving elegy telling the hidden story of growing up as the “well” twin and exploring the meaning of illness and wellness in the light of her own experiences.
The collection as a whole extends her range and probes more deeply her primary concerns - the uncertainty and necessity of love and the drive to find meaning and healing through the medium of language. The search for states of happiness, no matter how fleeting, is at the heart of this collection. These are poems which move from the everyday to the visionary, in which the physical world reflects changing emotional and perceptual states. Anarchic and sensuous, they fearlessly encounter both beauty and darkness, enabling a new and deeper connection with the world.
'Reading these tour-de-force poems is to encounter shadow-wonders and brilliant terrors, often drawn from the molten core of childhood, its fury and rue. Here is extraordinary witness in poems that recall the work of Janet Frame in their confronting both of mental anguish and the transformations that are the hard won and healing reward for the descent into such perilous depths. States of Happiness is distinguished by its implacable grace. It invites us ‘"to lie down in Samuel Beckett’s boat, your arms full of lilies".’ – Penelope Shuttle
‘Sharp, intelligent and unsettling, Suzanne Batty’s work is distinctive. Batty writes about twins, mental illness, love and families with a wry humour. She writes to find out who she is and in doing so helps us discover who we are. She is original, brave, unflinching.’ – Jackie Kay
Suzanne Batty
Suzanne Batty's debut pamphlet with smith|doorstop books, Shrink (1997), was followed by two book-length collections with Bloodaxe, The Barking Thing (2007) and States of Happiness (2018). She won the Poetry Society’s Anne Born Prize in its inaugural year, 2015. She studied for an MA in Creative Writing at Sheffield Hallam University and subsequently became a lecturer there. She has collaborated with musicians, visual artists, photographers and printmakers, and uses creative writing to support people experiencing and recovering from mental distress. She also writes short fiction and for the theatre. She lives in Manchester where she was a founder member of urban poetry project the A6 Poets.
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States of Happiness - Suzanne Batty
My twin, the fearless
in memory of Nicola
Breech
Somewhere ahead of me goes my twin sister –
we’re cramped like specimens, she wants to be free.
She pushes her little creased feet against me
speeds herself from our crimson-weeded pool.
I want to catch her ankle and make her stay –
all around me, anemones raise their voices
calling to her do not go forward.
My twin is determined, her mouth a drawn line.
I see the strength of her clenched fists, the spiky blackness
of her hair. She pushes her head forwards, her chin lifted,
swims out in a rush of seaweed, out into dry antiseptic air.
I can’t follow her. My feet are where my head should be –
I’m a rock jammed between boulders, unable to move.
No longer the length of my flesh against hers, no more
our hearts hinged together; never again the two of us
sliding around the sloping genius of the womb.
The Dewerstone
At the foot of the rock, between crooked branches,
my father is hungry. He has been on the moor all day,
searching for the hard fact of an ammunition tin.
In among the furze and fern, my mother hangs out endless white nappies
like prayer flags. She’ll bind all our wounds with creeping plants,
collect balls of moss like green dormice to cram in our mouths.
She always has her hands full, carries us, twin 1 and twin 2,
like clots of mud. When we climb to the top, my big sister
carries a bottle of turpentine, four paper cups –
my mother has shown her how to fill them up.
At the summit ravens fall through poisonous air,
skewered by a buzzard’s scream. My mother asks us
to hold her wrists so she can’t strike stone with her raw
twin-tubbed fists. She closes her eyes, describes the view –
the Eddystone lighthouse, a charcoal burner’s hut,
on snowy days a cloven footprint. Taking her lipstick
we paint her red, spit on mascara, darken her lashes.
What has happened to my father? He’s walked ten miles
to the butcher’s, who hands him a carrier bag
of dubious accounts, another which he fills with slabs of pale tripe –
my mother will cook both in milk from a cow
whose body’s wrapped round with black mourning.
Our birthday
Eight years old, we have come to the mine workings to play;
cards on the caravan mantelpiece, new elastic for our knee-high
white socks. The September sky is wide open. Under our red sandals
earth is ochre, burnt umber, ultramarine. My father, standing,
holds my twin’s hand and my hand. My mother in black clothes
cuts up her saffron cake. We can hear the mine creaking, the flatness
of the sea; my father’s nervous beauty. We have dressed our dolls
in matching clothes, poured gin carefully into their holey