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Book SynopsisLike the work of the European poets who have nourished him, David Constantine’s poetry is informed by a profoundly humane vision of the world. The title of his eleventh collection, Belongings, signals that these are poems concerned both with our possessions and with what possesses us. Among much else in the word belongings, the poems draw on a sense of our ‘co-ordinates’ – something like the eastings and northings that give a map-reference – how you might triangulate a life. The poems ask: Where do you belong? And have in mind also the hostile: You don’t belong here. Go back where you belong. Many, possibly all, the poems in the collection touch more or less closely on such matters. Perhaps all poetry does, showing a life in its good or bad defining circumstances. In the poem ‘Red’, the defining geography is literal, drawn from an old geological map of Manchester in which Constantine finds ‘the locus itself, a railway cutting / Behind the hospital I was born in’, from which the paths of a life led outward. In other poems the particular becomes universal, a territory holding all our belongings, our memories of the people and the places we hold in our hearts. Behind these explorations another kind of belonging is challenged: our relationship with the planet to which we belong, but which does not belong to us.
Trade ReviewThe mood is both tender and desperate, with something of the uncanny in its blend of the recognisably human and apparently Other… His religious regard for the world (not the same thing as religious conviction) produces a strange translation of its ordinary terms. Its colours and joys and terrors are heightened as though by fever, yet at the same time brought into clearer focus. -- Sean O'Brien * Poetry Review *
Constantine’s peculiar vision is an uneasy blend of the exquisite and the everyday…the beatific, the ordinary, the rebarbative even, are almost indistinguishable… Overwhelmingly the poems are intelligent and well-turned, setting out the tensions between innocence and experience with fine control. -- Elizabeth Lowry * TLS *
Table of Contents1 11 My recent encounter with the Good Angel 15 Red 16 Lake 17 Puddles on the track… 18 Maps 19 How it saddened me… 20 Eye test 2 22 For the love of it 23 High wind, sunset, high spring tide 24 Full moon and cloud-cover 25 Abandoned bulb fields under Samson Hill 27 Strata 28 Landfall 29 The lucky and the unlucky 31 Black Dog 3 35 At the garden centre 37 The lady on the lid 38 My Tilley hat 40 Both knowing, neither saying… 41 Recall 42 My neighbour 43 He awoke and found it true 44 Dad’s Wastwater 45 As when on a usual Sunday… 47 Open Mic 4 50 Ballad of the barge from hell 51 Ballad of the slave ship in the eye of heaven 52 Song: The way things are is the way things have to be 54 Ballad of the cruise ship 5 59 I will hold you in the light 60 First thing I saw then… 61 Côté coeur 62 The horseshoe 63 Fields 64 The tidebreak 65 On the borderlands 66 Stele 6 69 Leaves 70 Ash 71 Ways of being 72 Sycamore 73 The blackthorn path 74 Plane tree 7 77 My friend’s belongings 78 Young woman with a cello on the metro 79 Old men walking the streets 80 Unborn child of Elizabeth Gaunt 81 Young woman asleep 82 Rescue dog 83 The Marazion man 84 Dancer 85 Mazey 86 English lesson 87 I watched a man… 88 The morning after 89 Carousel 8 91 Six more Hölderlin Fragments 9 98 Chorus from Sophocles’ Oedipus at Colonus 99 Chorus from Sophocles’ Antigone 101 Dolphin 103 Notes
