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A Dreaming by Andrew Martin (Shoals of Starlings Press)

A Dreaming by Andrew Martin (Shoals of Starlings Press)

A Dreaming is Andrew Martin’s fourth publication and follows in the footsteps of his debut collection Shoals of Starlings, which combined beautiful fractal imagery with powerful minimalist poems, ostensibly to do with birds but also suggesting strong psychological underpinnings. It was a masterly introduction to the work of an impressive contemporary poet/artist.

     A Dreaming is a single long poem using wordplay, word-association, alliteration and rhythmic dexterity to keep the ball rolling but it’s also considered and reflective. Chance associations meet careful editing and some of the imagery here is simply astonishing. Take the following by way of example:

          angels dream in black and white

          pigeons dream of peacocks

          kingfishers dream of clown fish

          wearing crowns

          starlings murmur in their sleep

          as they dream of the choreography

          dreamt up by storms

The last three lines here are mind-blowing!

This is a poem that build and builds and bears a lot of re-reading as the reader keeps finding new thoughts to ponder, be amazed by or simply overwhelmed by the imagery. It combines a melancholy underpinning with a joyful celebration of the world (the universe even) and everything in it and takes the idea of interconnectedness to new places:

          the hadron collider

          dreams of playing roulette

          places everything on black

          dark matter dreams it matters

          to someone in particular

          quantum physics only dreams

          when you’re not watching

          dictators dream of taking dictation

There is plenty of humour too, some of it of the laugh-out-loud variety, as in:

          toilet rolls

          dream of the dead sea scrolls dream

          of swiss cream rolls

          swiss cream rolls dream of rolly-pollies

          rolly-pollies dream of rope

          rope dreams of tapestries

Obviously the rhyme dictates the forward-flow here before swerving into the unpredictable ‘rope’ which takes us elsewhere yet again:

          central heating dreams of convection currents

          at the core of planets

          fractal dreams of jigsaw puzzles

          jigsaw puzzles dream of fitting in

As indicated above this is also a publication which combines words with images, in this case 14 landscape photographs which appear to have been digitally overlaid and which via this combination of construction are in tune with the writing processes involved in the production of the poem. Andrew Martin is a rare talent in being able to combine artforms in this manner as in many cases ‘illustrated poetry books’ appear to be just that and the disconnect between the forms is often a problem.

     There is a further dimension in Martin’s current explorations in that a live performance of A Dreaming, which I was fortunate enough to have experienced recently (a world premiere in Plymouth!), included an ambient soundscape by composer/producer Mark Allin (aka Riigs) with a reading of the poem together with stills of the images which follow on and gradually fade into the next picture. This may indeed be one way forward in the evolution of the art form(s) and although not entirely novel this was an impressive occasion. It will be interesting to see where Martin’s creative juices take him next. His role as a publisher of new poetry from the Plymouth region with Shoals of Starlings Press is exemplary. Meanwhile you can enjoy A Dreaming on streaming platforms.

Steve Spence 5th June 2023          

Desire Paths by Andrew Martin (Shoals of Starlings Press)

Desire Paths by Andrew Martin (Shoals of Starlings Press)

Andrew Martin’s new collection is from the pen of a modern lyricist who tips his cap to John Clare and Edward Thomas while having a thoroughly  contemporary take on things. While ostensibly about the natural world his work is imbued with deep feeling and a sensitivity which verges on the vulnerable. His use of imagery has a minimalist precision and combines an aesthetic beauty with an approach to the world which contrasts the internal with the external in a manner that is fresh and approachable. The reader is constantly surprised and challenged into seeing the world anew and perhaps into rethinking preconceived positions. Martin also designed the cover art and book layout and he has a real flair for typography.

          walking the worn edge

          I’ve unseen things

          you believed in

          doves on fire

          wings shredding

          in the belly of Betelgeuse

          I’ve heard waves

          shadow-shimmer in daylight

          far from the desire paths

          all those memories

          will be found again

          out of time

          rain that remembers

          the crying

          drenched in dawn

There are hints here towards the lyrical passages in the film Bladerunner, a submerged S/F element which appears elsewhere in his work, while the phrase ‘desire paths’ itself refers back to the prefacing (untitled) poem which views the artistic aim as a combination of mini-Homeric exploration fused with a sense of evolutionary mission. This is heart meets head in an almost quivering tension which  an attentive reader can feel wonderfully immersed in.

     From ‘there is a hole in a tree’ we get the following:

          if I  curl inside

          would this tree

          take this man

          tired of being a man

          turn me to the soft stone

          of old sunlight

          let the dark lightning

          of new antlers

          take root into sky

This is writing which is imbued with longing and which gives a fresh take on the  pantheistic tradition while combining dramatic imagery with an underlying sense of melancholy. From what I understand these poems came about as a result of a particular set of walks which engendered the thoughts and feelings herein. There is  an overall immersion in the environment which creates a mood but not at the expense  of thought and a certain ‘distancing’ which I think relates to the precision and unusual aspects of the imagery.

          sometimes the world is so gentle

          sunset sits upon park benches

          reveals old rivers

          ribboning through the grain

          shadows pool in a paw print

          a cat whispers the piano

          pads across its keys

          breeze lifts the leaves a little

          fingers become feathers

          holding hands

          a form of flight

          skim long grass

          filaments lit low

          shadows stretch towards me

          sparrows shiver cowbells

          in their chests

          church bells

          touched by the late light

          train lines sing

          the miles between us

This is a love song to the world as well as, perhaps, to an individual. I’m not always persuaded by ‘soft lyricism’ these days and it’s hard to achieve in a modern context  but these poems are both intoxicating and immersive, even where, as there is on  occasion, a suggestion of a darker side. From ‘sea glass’ we get: ‘each step / blunts our blades / shatters our rage / the little lashes / that scar us smooth.’ Again we get an immersion in the environment, almost a shape-shift between the human and the environment, a tension between calm and beauty and something more dangerous and hurtful to the vulnerable. These poems work on you upon re-reading and their world is  one which it’s hard to ignore. Martin’s debut collection, Shoals of Starlings (Waterhare Press), is a masterpiece in my view and one of the best poetry books to have come from the Plymouth scene in a long time.

 Steve Spence 5th January 2022