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Dry Stone Work
Dry Stone Work
Dry Stone Work
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The third full collection by Brian Johnstone, and his second to be published by Arc in their Poetry from the UK & Ireland series.
A grounded yet playful collection from an assured poet, flexing his muscles into newer territory. As well as the deep lineage of rural landscapes that populated previous collections, here Johnstone treats us to an extended trip to the circus, where the glitz and thrill of the big top and its stunts are peeled back to allow us into the physical and emotional rigour that forms the show's backbone. Elsewhere poems transport you more literally through music, movies and TV history, around Europe and into the distant past, again balancing between illusion and the tension that supports it in the more mundane world. And throughout, the tone and language also plays an ingenious balancing act between the structured, the rhyming and the informal. This is a personal and expansive collection, honest and exploratory.
"Brian Johnstone appears to have taken to heart, or learned by instinct and experience, Robert Frost's advice to avoid approaching a poem's subject too directly. A consequence of this is that Johnstone's poems establish their own presence, leaving room for mystery and lyricism to emerge with a convincing uniqueness. Dry Stone Work is a robust collection, packed with original strengths, delicacies, variety, and a vivid awareness of life. An impressive collection, then, not just to be recommended, but to be read and re-read." - Douglas Dunn
"The use of language is authentic and precise, and the perception of an often-hidden world fascinating and genuine." - David Morley on The Ring Cycle sequence
Born in Edinburgh in 1950, Brian Johnstone has lived in the Fife countryside since 1972. He has published two full collections and three pamphlets, as well as appearing in anthologies and other publications in Scotland, elsewhere in the UK and in Europe and the Americas.
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Release dateMay 31, 2014
ISBN9781908376633
Dry Stone Work
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Brian Johnstone

Brian Johnstone is a poet, writer and performer who has published six poetry collections to date. His work appears on the UK Poetry Archive website and has been translated into 10 different languages. A founder in 1998 of StAnza: Scotland’s International Poetry Festival, he was Festival Director from 2000 to 2010, and has been active on the Scottish literary scene for over 25 years, organising poetry events in Edinburgh, Pittenweem and St Andrews.

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    Dry Stone Work - Brian Johnstone

    Contents

    FOOTINGS

    Tobacco Road

    The Thousand Blows

    Reservoir

    Dry Stone Work

    Ghost Story

    The Tattie Line

    Concrete Poem

    The Ring Cycle

    I Whip Hand

    II The Dividing Line

    III Heft

    IV A Studied Fall

    V Long Shot

    VI A Certain Swing

    VII The Caring Blade

    VIII Pitch

    Sonny Rollins on the Williamsburg Bridge

    The Method

    TRACINGS

    Dolls’ House Skies

    Making the Change

    On the Site of the South Side Joke Shop

    Surfin’ Safari for a Small Town Boy

    Storm Chaser

    Who Knew

    Lady Day’s Experience

    As From A Car

    To Live Apart

    Parable

    Codicil

    Contracted

    Blanket

    Back at Bash Street

    Askew

    HEARTINGS

    Reading the Book

    Zakros

    Source

    Tokens of Admission

    The Garment District

    Craiglockhart

    Sappers

    How Well It Burns

    A Hotel in the Berenese Oberland

    Opening Up the Bag

    A Disused Cinema in Lithuania

    Rope Trick

    An Executive Decision

    Mercenary

    Out-Station

    Wake Up Call

    Dark Matter

    COPINGS

    The Accents of Mice

    As We Watch

    Favour

    In Passing

    In the Flood

    The Bitter Fruits

    Spreading the Net

    Freeze

    Changeling

    The Jaws of Wasps

    Tree Surgeons

    One Last Breath

    History

    Behind Your Eyes

    One for the Road

    Notes on the Poems

    Author’s Note

    Biographical Note

    The stones we writers use are words. As we hold them in our hands, sensing the ways in which each of them is connected to the others, looking at them sometimes from afar, sometimes almost caressing them with our fingers and the tips of our pens, weighing them, moving them around, year in and year out, patiently and hopefully, we create new worlds.

    ORHAN PAMUK

    Nobel Prize in Literature acceptance speech,

    December 2006

    FOOTINGS

    Tobacco Road

    when every man jack lit up no-one expected worse

    a shortness of puff

    dry hoast

    fingers stained lino brown

    and that tobacco breath overall air

    meant these men were men

    there in their place

    feet on the rail

    slops pooling the top of the bar and something they’d all made

    their fathers’ their grandfathers’ smoke

    tinting the walls

    the sweat of their work

    still pocking the ceiling with dots

    where the reek had condensed and dripped off

    like their lives

    truncated by work

    slid like a nip down the length of the bar

    and lost in the smoke

    that fizzled from nostrils as the tip of each roll up

    glowed

    The Thousand Blows

    What’s done to wood cannot be

    undone; to steel

    abrasives can rub down,

    a whetstone can restore,

    and could with time

    this edge

    that hasn’t seen its like

    for years. The thousand blows

    this handle took,

    shivered in the splintered grain,

    splits so old

    they’ve taken on

    the patina of age, the tally

    of time spent

    over chisel, over bench

    where cord was little use

    to bind the stock,

    damaged by the hefted knock,

    no more than

    accident deferred. It’s held

    but would not do

    for long. This long. As long

    as steel is dull,

    the edge unused,

    the rust grown slowly

    on the blade,

    the sweat that soaked

    into the handle

    with each blow glowing

    in the dim electric light

    that aids a rummage

    in the drawer where each one

    of the thousands

    has its twin

    in other blows,

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