 The Elm Tree by Peter O’Neill 64 pages Paperback Lapwing Publications, 2014 |
| The structure of Peter O’Neill’s The Elm Tree (Lapwing Publications, 2014) is quite interesting. The contents page is divided into five sections, each section is actually the name of a full poetry collection. Thus, the reader is confronted with shards of collections by O’Neill. Here we have a selected poetry by a writer who himself states that he has been writing for some years but this is only his second published book, the other being a chapbook produced in the U.S in 2013. The Elm Tree comprises poems from The Dark Pool, The Muse is a Dominatrix, Fingal, Sweeney Amok-The Trees of Ephesus, and Dublin Gothic. O’Neill is evidently a poet who is immersed in his themes, one wonders what provoked him to produce a selected work ? Up until last year, he, like so many other younger poets had been virtually ignored by the denizens of the ivory towers that have reduced Irish poetry to a type of rarity, and starved it of its oxygen: poets who continue to write and immerse themselves in their work despite there being an uninterested and narrow field in which to accomplish that. Dark Pool (Dubh-Linn), Fingal, and Dublin Gothic are collections with Dublin at their heart. Of these, Dublin Gothic shows great interest and the work of a developed poet who is comfortable with his work. It is a more intimate group of works, including Transhumance: On the way from Siliqua to Porta Palma, Out on the flat roads beneath the ruin Of Aquafredda, crumbling upon The crown of the mound; this pyramid Of hill straight out of a storybook, Though historical, infused as it is With cannibalism – Canto 33 Of Dante Alighieri’s Inferno. Back on the murmuring rocks, running to the Pool of Rio Murtas, drowned there in the Register’s Pupil, a sacred halting place. It is written on the wind, this juxtaposed Vision, passing moments iconic; Your own deft temple- a Dublin Gothic. Transhumance by Peter O’Neill is dedicated to Alice Ruggiu. O’Neill’s interests included translation and the classics. He is ensconced in a translation of Baudelaire’s Les Fleurs du Mal. He is a poet of idea and image, who is unafraid to bring his interests into the centre of the work and allow the reader to derive what nourishment she can from working with the imagery. I find myself wondering if the idea of intellection and research is anathemic to people who reject/ignore such work. One assumes that it may put off an infantilised public used to the low-fat version of literature that comes in pretty bows and heels? I recommend this collection to the reader who likes to get their teeth in and work a bit on the the poem as form, Ulmus Opaca vegetative fibrous roots and boughs, horrendum stridens delicately coiled around each arrow-headed leaf. this architectural wonder of the elm trees, with the great lozenge passing overhead, its cosmicity, encircling the globe, below the unfolding palms of the branches seemingly gracing the orb in playful embrace, illuminating, at the same time, the lantern phenomenon of the day tree, pre-figuring the street lights, nature’s civic pride on full display with the light trees. “look, no wires!” she seems to say, we the so called guardians in clear distress, seemingly oblivious. Ulmus Opaca by Peter O’Neill is dedicated to Seamus Heaney. Sweeney Amok-The Trees of Ephesus is for me the heart of this collection and I would suggest to Peter that he go about publishing the entire. Here, O’Neill lets himself breathe out a bit and indulge his interests and themes. The Elm Tree on the cover of this book is from Ephesus, it provides the sheltering arm under which all O’ Neill’s work plays out. The fact that it is so difficult for a narrow and somewhat constipated establishment to bring poetry out to people using dynamic tools like blogs and internet shouldn’t really stop the poet from seeking independent and self-publishing as a matter of course. It’s that or the creche of introductions, anthology peripheries, or worse still chocolate-box poetry to advertise whatever food-stuff will sponsor poetry here in Ireland, a dry place for the arts. from Autoritas (The Muse descends at Ephesus) She leaves deep imprints on the turf Like fresh cow pats. Only the lowly poets Go off printing her transformed dung in their Odious pastorals, while bastards like I Steal off with the real gold, after Rifling through her pockets, while she Conducts commerce. Autoritas is by Peter O’ Neill |
David Pollard is a poet and critic. He was born under the bed in 1942 and has been furniture salesman, accountant, TEFL teacher and university lecturer. He got his three degrees from the University of Sussex and has since taught at the universities of Sussex, Essex and the Hebrew University of Jerusalem where he was a Lady Davis Scholar. His interests are in English literature and Modern European Philosophy. He has published The Poetry of Keats: Language and Experience which was his doctoral thesis, A KWIC Concordance to the Harvard Edition of Keats’ Letters, a novel, Nietzsche’s Footfalls, and four volumes of poetry, patricides, Risk of Skin and Self-Portraits (all from Waterloo Press) and bedbound (from Perdika Press). He has also been published in other volumes and in learned journals and poetry magazines.
Kevin Higgins poetry features in the generation defining anthology Identity Parade – New British and Irish Poets (Ed Roddy Lumsden, Bloodaxe, 2010) and one of his poems is included in the forthcoming anthology The Hundred Years’ War: modern war poems (Ed Neil Astley, Bloodaxe April 2014). The Ghost In The Lobby (Salmon, Spring 2014) is Kevin’s fourth collection of poems. Praise for Kevin Higgins’s poetry: “His contribution to the development of Irish satire is indisputable…Higgins’ poems embody all of the cunning and deviousness of language as it has been manipulated by his many targets… it is clear that Kevin Higgins’ voice and the force of his poetic project are gaining in confidence and authority with each new collection.” Philip Coleman “Gil Scott Heron’s The Revolution Will Not Be Televised as re-told by Victor Meldrew”. Phil Brown, Eyewear “good satirical savagery”. The Cambridge Introduction to Modern Irish Poetry, 1800-2000
ignature is a beautifully wrought collection of short/ imagistic/ surrealistic-impressionistic poems
Chris Murray 