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Weekly Poem for 14 March 2013

  • France

    Whatever they had been told was lies: there was no kind of
    deal awaiting them, no siren call. The armistice was signed
    but the war had been lost years before and nobody had told
    them. Indigo night interrupted by orange explosions on the
    horizon, great sweeping clouds of dust making everything
    invisible for hours on end, the spotlights bearing down on
    them the length of the assault line. We will never know defeat,
    they repeated; the words of their leader an idiot’s mantra in
    their throats. They spent the whole day waiting for news:
    when should they expect the enemy? In the evening, a small
    group sat by the linden tree and passed a bottle around. The
    dusk obliterated memory. One of the men dreamed of France,
    a country he had never been to. People’s lives there are
    almost perfect. Something small and forgotten in his soul told
    him France was a better place in which to die; that there,
    eternity has brushed its sleeve against the land.

    by Richard Gwyn

    Copyright © Richard Gwyn, 2010.

    'France' is taken from Sad Giraffe Café by Richard Gwyn, and published by Arc Publications.

    Notes courtesy of Arc:

    Richard Gwyn grew up in Crickhowell, South Wales. He studied social anthropology at the LSE and worked in factories and as a milkman, before leaving London to spend ten years in aimless travel, settling for periods in Greece and Spain. He returned to the UK in the 1990s and took a PhD in Linguistics at Cardiff University, where he now directs the MA in Creative Writing. He is the author of five collections of poetry and two novels, The Colour of a Dog Running Away and Deep Hanging Out. In addition, he has written many articles and essays and reviews new fiction for The Independent. He has translated poetry from Spanish and Catalan, and his own poetry and fiction have appeared in several languages. You can find out more about Richard Gwyn at his website here.

    Sad Giraffe Café, from which 'France' is taken, is a collection of prose poems which together form a shifting, progressive narrative. There are three recurring themes: an imaginary and sinister kingdom, a young wanderer named Alice, and a shape-shifting, time-travelling, first-person narrator. The poems seem to be devoid of past or future, existing in an unstable, and at times apocalyptic present. They are peopled by strangers and lodged in an ‘elsewhere’ which is also somehow familiar. They have the feel of dreams masquerading as real events, or else of real events masquerading as dreams. You can find out more about Sad Giraffe Café and read other poems from the book here.

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