I admire the ingenuity of the water mill having spent much of my boyhood at Fiddleford Mill. John Torrance whose previous books include Karl Marx’s Theory of Ideas (Cambridge University Press, 1991) prefaces his new collection, Waterwheel (Oversteps Books, 2013) with this rhythmic poem, ‘Getting The Old Mill Going Again’:
When the sluice in the leat is opened
the first bucket fills, and spills
down into the second, which fills
and spills out into a third, and then
the great wheel creaks and stirs
and slowly begins to move, and when
the fourth bucket overflows, it
starts to turn, and now the water
tumbles out as the wheel comes round
falling and filling, rumbling and spilling,
faster and up again, over and down
and round and round, until at last
it turns and turns and turns and turns and turns …
The poem serves to remind the reader that there is always the possibility of starting a new life.
Divided into three parts, Waterwheel, is a measured sequence of poems that deal with lives on the cusp of death and the emergence of new life and love. The ‘Touchstone’ section features poems written for his friend from school days, the poet and writer, Jan Farquharson, who was dying of cancer, and concerns finding ways between life and death, coldness and warmth and those other binaries that occur as a close friend nears death. Torrance, a former Fellow of Hertford College, Oxford, allows the reader to sense the struggles without recourse to any hint of sentimentality or compromise. The second part, ‘Still Life’ contains poems written about his wife, Charity, whose progressive dementia was cut short by a fatal stroke, movingly evokes the ‘wild-eyed, pleading, creased with tears’, the ‘blather and burning’ of gradual losses. The third part, ‘Honeycomb’ has poems written about or for John’s new partner, Barbara, Jan’s widow, and the waterfall and steadying qualities that she brought post-bereavement.
As Sarah Hopkins writes on the back cover blurb, Torrance achieves a gentleness of tone and style, moving from crises to repair that make this one of the most loving of texts. It is both compassionate and elegant.
David Caddy January 13 2014
Tears in the Fence 
Hi David, Thanks for the review/notice of John Torrance, one of the many poets you’ve introduced to me on your blog. Very much like the poem you quote; as you say the rhymes & rhythm, simple but telling. And because you mentioned his previous book, K Marx’s theory of Ideas, i thought the poem was abt the ‘old ways’ of country life & labour! Read on to find it’s a personal not an historical journey… Tell me, where is Fiddleford Mill? Is the poet a West Countryman too? Best wishes from 40degrees Melbourne town! Kris
Hi Kris, Fiddleford Mill is about a mile east of Sturminster Newton on the river Stour in central north Dorset. Hardy’s Vale of the Little Dairies. It is where my father was the miller and water baliff during the Sixties. John Torrance lives in south Devon, and I suspect a Devonian. It is still wet and cold here!! I wont mention the Ashes! Best wishes, David