The poems in
pushing from the riverbank move in a space of being where all attempts to hold on to something resist us.
“Everything fails, and then is born again.” Returning from holiday, the lawn is overgrown, the cat lost, the neighbour encroaches on the border, the three-year-old fights off the dangers of the world, the beloved suffers, the roles demanded of us seem larger than ourselves.
“i say to my son: i love you he breaks free”. There is desolation and amazement in that. There is no match between what life offers and what we need, the poet says -
“our needs rest on the twigs of a river crossing”. Yet, he seems to tell us, we continue shaping, trying to interpret what surrounds us.
pushing from the riverbank is Alan Finlay’s fourth collection of poems and although it contains only about 20 poems, prose poems and a few illustrations, it is a large collection in what it asks about - boundaries of self, life, of what words can do. The first poem,
wind& sea, starts with an epigraph by Gertrude Stein –
“why after a thing is named write about it”. Appropriate, because these writings are a naming, a searching for what is beyond words, where being is in the spaces between.
The poet uses spaces in visibly startling ways, even creating a sense of looking for the possibility of the right and left sides of the poem reading as two interlinking streams in
wind& sea and
i watch you go. Indents and spaces give a sense of a physical shape to the poem, drawing attention to the textuality of the poem as experience. An example of this is the crescent form of the lyrical poem
this evening where the lines and imagery mimic each other.
Writing as a twig across the river of chaos - the poet uses natural images of sun, wind, wood, rivers to describe the relations between people and world, the archetypal relationships between man, woman and child – and these become one, merge in the living, both desolately and intimately so:
"i fish in your gravity
i fish in your give”
he writes in
wind& sea
“you recognize your longing
in my falling face
at night i sing for you
all night i walk alone for you”
Family is described as root form of being, yet the losing of self, the shifting boundaries of relationships are presented in the difficulty of naming and in images of pain.
“i wait by your unwound
wound
your deflated body
suture of your sex”
The metaphor of house as a relationship, as a place of fragile safety, as the life of a family, recurs in the collection. This place held in words -
“there is a house I have with words”, the poet says. This is a sense of being enveloped in a sense of loss and hurt:
"
i wait for you who can turn
back to me
i wait for my last window”
In the context of gender relations the image of the house returns:
“You have been punched out woman / and you are the ceiling to this house”. Yet also the speaker’s alienation:
"do you know my name?
the one wound round with
copper silence”
where copper is used as symbol for currency, the demands of the world, the harshness of need. There is the complexity in poems presenting interplay between mother, father and child as archetypal figures. Two poems,
the child goes out and
the child wants his mother, give us little broken stories, the way we are together and apart:
“…this is how my mother is.’ She is
teaching
the alphabet. B is for
Broken. ….
The son and the father go out into the
dark, to be alone, in the dark together”
and
“The child wants his mother. The child
wants his mother, and mother and mother.
Capitulating through the ages: stone,
tree, wood, bark: laugh.
her laugh, a second sound”
However, there are also poems that function as small family scenes: a mother packing away toys; tired parents after a birthday party; a father and child worrying about money, a prose poem of a child thinking about troubles in his family while hotfooting it to the music shop
“just kid-quiet in his own world not have to say anything.” It is difficult not to be touched by the small scenes of interaction between father and son. For example:
“i’m telling my three-year-old child
that the world is not so safe
but he knows already: he’s fighting
dragons with his sword…”
Similarly, there is a homely intimacy in the longer title poem to the collection where the poet is overwhelmed by the demands of the world -
“inbox choking with e-mails
everywhere the world tilting
towards me the day so i
get up at night, four in the
morning get it started
so i can push back…”
and the child climbs into bed with him, wanting to talk, bringing his own fears about
“sharks and monsters when / i flush the toilet – remember // those?”. This frightful world of monsters, dreams, economic pressure, tasks and our struggle to find peaceful boundaries all are present in these poems. Part of this frightful world is also the aggression within the self – presented as a growling tiger, sometimes placated to hide in stories and dreams, in writing, but
“growling underneath”. It would be foolish, the poet suggests, to think that by reflecting the dangers of the world we negate those threats, even our own violence –
“Soon he will turn back to the leaves and you will not hear from him until nightfall”. It is for nightfall that we need poetry this honest.
“Life says: I do not hold you. Make of me what you will.” This the poet sees. What do we make of life, day by day – reaching, for words, for those around us, from the leaves, from our darkness. The poet reaches for the day with his frightened child to
“… respond to
e-mails, it’s ok, i love
you, i say i say as if
to repeat myself: and feel the
pull as if i push back with my
legs, from the riverbank
let go gently
so you might understand
into the day.”
Marike Beyers
(Published in NELM News 54, December 2012)
I am a fan of Alan Finlay. So the moment his
latest instalment of poetry, pushing from the riverbank popped in my
mailbox, just six days after publisher Gary Cummiskey shipped it i had that
foreplay anticipation that increases your breath and heartbeat. You know those
seconds before you are deflowered...read more here
why do i wake up at four 
a beautifully assembled and printed collection of poems
Dye Hard Press is proud to announce the publication of pushing from the riverbank by alan finlay.
