Poetry Centre

Weekly Poem for 26 October 2020

  • Hebden Bridge

    Wool skies turn over heavy cloud,
    the pages of a good book stuck somewhere
    between wickedness and flood. A gurgle
    of rain meadows, pitches unfit for sport,
    long hedgerows littered with chap-sticks, cider
    bottles, and damp tubes of old fireworks:
    their excitements decidedly past tense. 

    This is the place you still call home,
    an answer arrived at just by asking
    the wrong question too many times.
    The landscape an impossible pattern of fields,
    drystone and cart tracks, brickwork lines
    tangled around dark farms,
    terraces milled in childish strokes
    of grit; raw-edged and smoky. 

    The canal churns through creaking locks,
    bleak with weed and fat perch and reeds,
    where shadows of imported carp
    nudge blunt snouts through the thickened silt.
    Men sit switching stories on damp canvas,
    stools sunk low in the towpath,
    one hand on a sandwich, another dipped
    in the red husks of maggots, the fresh bait
    struggling free, fluffed like rice, writhing too. 

    Shop-fronts boarded or bought-up, shaken dry
    and franchised into nowhere: chrome and steel,
    exposed light-bulbs, railway salvage,
    their high chairs polished by the acutest music.
    You can still buy crystals, eye talismans,
    and stone webs for catching dreams; false
    promise as unorthodox practice, strung out
    on silk. Commerce the one sure way to heal
    the wounds time has forced you into keeping. 

    Fifteen pubs. Three per thousand. More yesterday.
    Rooms where you can watch the same face age
    through its endless afternoons.
    Doorways hung with pretty chimes, wicker
    and knotted twigs, scents of incense,
    marks of incest, park benches warped
    in a fug of weed and needles.
    Out beyond the council blocks lie
    the sewage plant and dump, broken dye-works
    and coal silos; industrial leftovers clumped
    with white goods and rust, jaws and iron arms
    crushing waste, weary of reconstitution. 

    Hold on, there are still the old mills, oak woods,
    and carpets of bluebells, millponds
    still with sediment, and the great moors swept
    hard like a birthplace for the wind.
    The whole place picture perfect, yes a land
    where poetry comes easy, skimming the dark crags
    and fattened beeches growing high
    above the river murk, voices cheering, drowning
    out the yeasty spume and froth, brimming deep,
    lower even than the world.

    by Daniel Fraser


    Listen to Daniel Fraser reading 'Hebden Bridge'


     

    This week’s poem by Daniel Fraser is the second in a trio of poems by our new ignitionpress authors! Last week we featured Isabelle Baafi’s poem ‘PG Tips’, and you can read it here. We are very excited to be launching three new pamphlets by Isabelle, Daniel, and Kostya Tsolakis online on Friday 6 November. Please join us! The event will be live-streamed to our YouTube channel. You can find more details about the launch and sign up to attend it here.

    We recently announced the winners of this year’s Oxford Brookes International Poetry Competition, and you can read the winning poems here. Our awards event this year will be held online and everyone is welcome to attend! It will feature readings by the winning poets in both the Open and EAL categories, and a short reading by this year’s judge, Fiona Benson. To register your attendance, please visit this Eventbrite page

    ‘Hebden Bridge’ is copyright © Daniel Fraser, 2020. It is reprinted from Lung Iron (ignitionpress, 2020) by permission of ignitionpress.

    Of this poem, Daniel writes: 'This poem is named after my hometown. In some ways it's a kind of settling of scores with my first landscape, both the image it presents to the world and the darker undercurrents below the surface, and contradictory ideas of home. This idea of contradiction and the relation of image/process are central to the way I try to write poetry just as, however far I move away from it, the landscape of Hebden Bridge continues to be too.'

    'Hebden Bridge' appears in Daniel's new pamphlet Lung Iron. It is a highly accomplished debut that takes small observations, encounters and moments of awkwardness, intensifying and expanding them in order to explore the place of the word and our place as human beings in the economies of nature and history. These immersive poems thrive in the uncertain space between the natural and industrial, aware of their presence yet always feeling the pull of that something other which lies beyond them.

    Daniel Fraser is a writer from Hebden Bridge, West Yorkshire. A graduate of the Centre for Research in Modern European Philosophy (CRMEP), his critical work draws on the philosophy of Karl Marx, Maurice Blanchot, and Catherine Malabou. His poetry and prose have featured in: LA Review of Books, Aeon, Acumen, Anthropocene Poetry, X-R-A-Y, Entropy, Mute, Review 31 and Dublin Review of Books among others. His poems and short fiction have both won prizes in the London Magazine. You can read more about Daniel on his website, read an interview with him on the Wombwell Rainbow site, and follow him on Twitter.

    ignitionpress is a poetry pamphlet press from Oxford Brookes Poetry Centre with an international outlook which publishes original, arresting poetry from emerging poets, and established poets working on interim or special projects. 

    Since its establishment in 2017, two pamphlets (A Hurry of English by Mary Jean Chan and Hinge by Alycia Pirmohamed) have been selected by the Poetry Book Society as their Pamphlet Choices, and all the pamphlets still in print are available to buy from our online Shop. Each pamphlet costs £5 and you can buy three for £12. You can find out more about the poets and their work on our dedicated page.

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