<p>Clegg mixes "genuine and imaginary anthropology", and the join between those aspects of his work that are essentially tall tales or fabulation and those that the results of diligent research is practically invisible. So too is the transition between tightly controlled traditional form and ranging free verse, the former being done so softly and unostentatiously. A quick march through some of the titles (’Moss’, ‘Nightgrass’, ‘Wounded Musk Ox’, ‘Kayaks’, ‘Meteor’, ‘Dill’, ‘Mosquito’) reads like a sort of ingredients list – words as ancient elements, boiled down tinctures, excavated knucklebones and panned nuggets, bottled and labelled for cautious use in the creation of spells and medicines. Plus there's the over-arching sensation of the poet's joyous obsessiveness, like a child collecting shells or insects, in everything he writes about.</p>
<p>So yeah, yeah, I recommend it.</p>

- Jon Stone, Sidekick Books

Eric Gregory Award Winner The poems in Antler stalk their quarry over difficult ground. Prehistoric landscapes blend with genuine and imaginary anthropology; the real world becomes distorted through the dark mirrors of folktale and myth; fraudsters, liars, and con-men lurk perpetually in the shadows. This panorama is emotional, too, most vividly in the collection’s centrepiece: the sequence ‘Vaisala and Sinuhe’, charting an astronomy professor’s infatuation with one of his postgraduate students, who may or may not be a werewolf. Pared-down, playful and often very funny, Clegg’s poetry keeps faith with what is tactile and tangible (moss, leather, bone), distilling plainspoken diction, luminous imagery and a unique worldview into lines which remain in the head for a long while after the book has been closed.
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Pared-down, playful and often very funny, Clegg’s poetry keeps faith with what is tactile and tangible (moss, leather, bone), distilling plainspoken diction, luminous imagery and a unique worldview into lines which remain in the head for a long while after the book has been closed.
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LeatherAntlerMossPiltdownTributary MythThe Whole HogSpell for an OrchardNightgrassA Dead RacehorseFolk TaleShaman HunterWounded Musk OxAntlerRamon SijeMarimba MusicPetrified ForestFly EmbryoTreecreeperThe MysteriesKayaksThe BalanceMeteorMonolithInannaPaul’s JobWildfireLuzWisdom LiteratureLaceMermaidsPurgatorioDillThe Empty BottleSeasons in the Frame ShopTheologyGlaciologyLureThe King of HerringWillow TitVaisala and SinuheBordersMosquitoSaunaLearning GermanTensesGenderThe Buried OxPheasantsHair CutsCosmosThe Origin of ManLaceLies of the Land
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John Clegg’s ludic mythology concerns things of mystery and the mystery of things, in language that is lucid yet uncanny. Fact jostles with fantasy and fable with fib, to conjure worlds recognizable but just out of reach, teasing, beckoning. Here is the emergence of a voice already assured but bewitchingly original.
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John Clegg's ludic mythology concerns things of mystery and the mystery of things, in language that is lucid yet uncanny. Fact jostles with fantasy and fable with fib, to conjure worlds recognizable but just out of reach, teasing, beckoning. Here is the emergence of a voice already assured but bewitchingly original. -- Gareth Reeves Along with an affinity for antlers, ivory, and leather, Clegg shows a clear dictation of syntax that bridles none of his poetry's emotional or surreal qualities. -- Jerry Brunoe I must have been waiting for a poet to fuse deep sincerity and irony, craft and process, the surreal and the historical, because I read this twice in one sitting, fizzing with jealousy. Clegg's poetry is a must. And while he may be well-versed in the cutting edge of literary theory, he's even better versed in the classics. Beautifully crafted utterly contemporary. His work makes me feel the way I felt when I first read the New York School, or tasted pistachio flavour icecream, or the house-lights dimmed. -- Luke Kennard
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The Balance I took a slip-road off sleep’s autobahn and wound up on the disputed border. They pressed record on the tape-recorder, lit a cigarette and offered me one. I asked if this was an interrogation. Silently the patrolman underscored a sentence: Travel permit not in order. He left the pages underneath unshown. I lied hard to him. Whatever he made of my story, the barrier lifted, the soldier leaning against it stepped aside, and I woke up here afraid that the balance had stirred or shifted between the promise and the swelling debt.
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Produktdetaljer

ISBN
9781844719648
Publisert
2013
Utgiver
Vendor
Salt Publishing
Høyde
198 mm
Bredde
129 mm
Dybde
11 mm
AldersnivĂĽ
G, 01
SprĂĽk
Product language
Engelsk
Format
Product format
Heftet
Antall sider
80

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John Clegg grew up in Cambridge and currently lives in Durham, where he is completing a PhD on the Eastern European influence in contemporary poetry. A selection of his poetry was included in The Salt Book of Younger Poets (2010).