Danish poet Inger Christensen's Alphabet the subject of a Radio 4 feature presented by Ailbhe Darcy. Rebroadcast on BBC Radio 4 Extra - available until 25 April 2023.
As though blood hadn’t always been there, waiting.
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from Alphabet
(for Inger Christensen)
4
death-bringers insist, dreamcatchers and dolls;
drones insist, and daffodil hybrids, daffodil hybrids;
drills, derricks and data insist; dust storms
and dust events; drone deaths and dental dams,
online dating sites and death squads
5
early morning insists, eely hour, evilling hour;
Einsamkeit und Engeln, uaigneas agus aingil;
dreams of widowhood and elk, half fled, insist;
Europe nestling in an elbow’s crook, too abstract
at this hour; eider feathers insist; every
possibility insists, each future history,
here beneath our eiderdowns with earnest breath
earth insists its way into our future
6
flashmobs insist, with their fleeting
raid on community, the flash a fire
that frees through them and fades;
in cities they insist, in what we flatter
public space; foreplay insists, and forecourts, foreclosures;
flatbreads, flatmates, and flatpack furniture;
flowcharts and the funds of financial advisors;
errors insist: instrumental, random,
systemic; flexitime insists, and fuchsia;
and fruit still insists, fruit here in the supermarket where
somewhere apricot trees exist, apricot trees exist;
the weight of fuzzed flesh forthright in a palm;
the five-finger discount still insists
7
given prickles insist, given prickles,
yellow-gemmed, grizzly,
going where the ground gives itself
generously, greedily, giddily,
geometries ginnelling into galaxies,
the gambrels made by generation,
the grimoire hatching woody riddles,
the darkening thatch of glossary
growing in our wildernesses;
gadabouts seeking getaways,
for whom given limits don’t insist;
we inherit only what we generate;
but grief insists on itself, grief moves by whim,
grief would be a fire break;
but fire fans grief; and grief feeds caterpillars,
homes stonechat, yellowhammer, linnet;
low-growing where the ground is bare
enigmatic as the gun I give
my child to gloss, grip right, handle;
little goose, blonde gunsel;
when grief’s out of blossom, kissing’s out of fashion
Contents List
11 Ansel Adams’ Aspens
13 Still
15 Nice
17 The Car
18 Stink
20 Umbrella
21 Angelus
24 Silver
26 Postcard of ‘Walls of Aran’
27 Hair
28 Mushrooms
30 A guided tour of the house and its environs
32 Election Day
33 Postcards from Europe
36 Service Not Included
38 Jellyfish
41 After my son was born
42 After my son was born
43 ALPHABET
69 Notes
Related Reviews
Ailbhe Darcy’s first collection, Imaginary Menagerie, was published by Bloodaxe in 2011:
‘This is Irish poetry progressing – acknowledging the narrative tradition, but making the language entirely new.’ – Jennifer Matthews, Poetry International.
‘Approaching the world as they do with open hands, it is the good fortune of Darcy’s poems to find the globe dropping unbidden into their palms. This is intelligent, eloquent and durable work, offering portents of many rewarding instalments to come.’ – David Wheatley, The Wake Forest Introduction to Irish Poetry, Vol IV.
‘…a beguiling, sometimes baffling, yet unique slant on the world… Read the darkly beautiful and restrained sequence 'Unheimlich', which views familial trauma through a storytelling lens, and you get an idea as to what this writer can do.' – Ben Wilkinson, Stride