I have come across How to Pour Madness into a Teacup by Abegail Morley, her first collection of poems. I first read excerpts in 2011 Forward Prize anthology. I immediately bought her book, a Cinnamon Press collection with a gorgeous cover.
Short poems are little glimpses into worlds filled with pain, mystery, ambivalence and madness. There is so much to unravel. I especially loved the book because each poem reaches beyond expectation, beyond the strange, and leaves you with a vast vision to play with. You feel as though all of the poems are toying with your comprehension with their curious phrases and imaginative worlds whose inhabitants are unusual creatures. This work is mature, the poems are sure of what they are. The book appealed to me, at my age and with my experiences. It is a real treat and one which I shall read again and again.
My favourite poem in the book, Yellow Trousers, gives so much in such a short, clipped poem about an absent-minded man. You have to invest some imagination in some of the poems, you make up your own versions about characters and situations. There is colour and texture and life; the poems are human, and there is always a tinge of sadness, but not self indulgence or misery. Poems are never in the first person, just distanced from the poet, just that little bit off kilter. Sometimes they feel numb, but they all deliver in terms of language, which is piercing and never in excess.
Some of my other favourite things of the moment are:
Re-reading The Master and Margarita
virtually no drowsiness
kind and thoughtful emails
watching the kids enjoy ice cream
cobalt blue sky
no more cheap teabags
to do lists
Cold Comfort Farm
Tears in the Fence (need subscriptions)
watching Waterloo Road with Lil
waking up with the alarm not five am
homemade leek and potato soup
haircuts with Jess
no more anxiety meds
Thanks for dropping by! xx