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Your Scratch Entourage by Kris Hemensley (Cordite Books)

Your Scratch Entourage by Kris Hemensley (Cordite Books)

The introduction to this collection of poems by Kris Hemensley, the first to appear for some thirty years, makes an interesting and direct assertion taken from Alain (Emile Chartier):

“…men are afraid to complete their thoughts” [.]

This moment of realisation was shared between Lucas Weschke and Kris Hemensley as they were on their way to visit Greta Berlin whom Weschke had met in Zennor “as a small child and whose father, Sven Berlin, had enthralled a young Kris Hemensley in 1963 with the accoutrements of the artist and his first taste of red wine.”

One might be almost tempted to recall those words from the first chapter of Kenner’s The Pound Era where he refers to a moment on a Chelsea street in the early 1900s:

“Which is all of the story, like a torn papyrus. That is how the past exists, phantasmagoric weskits, stray words, random things recorded. The imagination augments, metabolizes, feeding on all it has to feed on, such scraps.”

The introduction goes on to give us a picture of how these poems relate to people in their places taking us “into deeply personal territory: the territory of sons and fathers, brothers and lovers; into the territory of war and its enduring shadows. The chapters are stakes embedded in the ground to mark what needed to be acknowledged”. The seven ‘chapters’, separate but connected areas of poetic ground, take the reader from 1971 to ‘Millenium Poems’, from Frank Prince to Ivor Gurney, from London to Weymouth:

“tracks along the shore
disappear almost as fast as they’re formed
in the sand”

The staked out land is a world of marked territory and as the poet looks back over a half-century of close involvement with the powerful urges and effects of language he recognises the clarity of “what’s the use of going against the wind?” :

“man, woman or child:
who walks here
whose footsteps disappear?”

This awareness of the effect of time is very different from Barry MacSweeney’s sharp outburst against the Colonel B and ‘Jury Vet’ mystification of truth from the ABC trial of 1977. Hemensley’s tone of voice uses the particular to point to the universal and his awareness of the way in which the staked out plots relate to each other is caught in the poem written in memory of MacSweeney:

“your scratch entourage
sans powder sans rouge
sans a sodding sausage
what’s it all in aid of
counted now on page 470 of Herodotus
inventory of spears swords daggers
shields bows & lassoes gold-plated helmets
of this & that regiment chain-mail tunics
women & tents horses & sheep
tanks & helicopter gunships
guided missile systems…”

An early poem which Kris Hemensley published in 1972 pointed us to ‘The Horizon’ where “the wider lights / lengthening days / the pink flood above / the tallest pine / blue grill of sky / talk of snow to come” lead on to a “question of occupation”:

“which time & place
awaiting spring…”

As Hemensley knows, we can only hope to occupy a here-and-now and his moving record of poems in this new collection offers a glance backward over a lifetime’s commitment. He might almost be thinking of Samuel Beckett’s Murphy who announced that “all life is figure and ground”. Meanwhile, as the seven sonnets which constitute the staked-out patch of ground titled ‘More Midsummer Night’s Dream Than Dante’ offer a mordant awareness of life passing we must also recall Flaubert writing to Louis Bouilhet in September 1850:

“Yes, stupidity consists in wanting to reach conclusions. We are a thread, and we want to know the whole cloth.”

Kris Hemensley is aware of the threads and, without wanting the whole cloth, he yearns to recognise how each field allows us a vision both backwards and for the future. This is a moving and serious collection of poems.

Ian Brinton 18th February 2017

7 responses »

  1. bloody e’ll, i didnt know my little book had reached England yet! My brother Bernard tried to order via Amazon (UK), never arrived, so i sent one recently. Of course Lucas Weschke has had his a few weeks. I’m assuming David Caddy’s copy has been nobbled by ian..! But, what to say? A real surprise anyway, this early Sunday morning in Melbourne (supposedly still summer but distinctly autumnal)… Thank you Ian for the notice. A particular book, comprising related sections, not a ‘selected’, which Kent MacCarter, the publisher, from Minnesota, solicited for Cordite : poems by Englishman in Melbourne “not your gum tree poems” he said!I’ve been shy of rereading it fully since publication. But have commenced retrieving poems from five decades which will make a collection, Topographies, logs, journeys, English & Melbourne. The new book showed me a way back into almost abandoned backlog. So. Shut up Hemensley, be grateful! And i am, thank you Ian! Now for some air & breakfast at end of a walk!

    • I was given my copy Kris…by Laurie Duggan. He lives down the road from me and we keep each other in touch about poetical matters.

    • My copy arrived on 18 Feb a few days after ordering on ABE from Book Depository (also owned by Amazon) – enjoyable reminders – oh and probably go and buy that Phil Whalen biog.

      • Good to know… I’ll let the brother know… not sure he sees the Tears site… Book Depository, ay? Now, everyone knows them. The Whalen mention poem, yes, and indication of the books ambit: Whalen in one corner, Gurney in another! Thus, i’m Neo-Georgian meets New American! as per qip to John Kinsella a year or two ago!
        Cheers, K H

  2. Good on ya Kris. No gum tree poems but do you have an elm one? Glad the backlog wasn’t abandoned and look forward to Topographies coming out. Cheers Ray.


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