June 2011. 40 pp. ISBN-13 978-3-901993-35-0 (= PSPS 5)
In Furious Resonance, an ominous grand piano plays itself, a sleeping mother-to-be "wanders through a charreddictionary / as large as a house", and the mummified body of an Egyptian princess recounts how the rituals of death andburial have left her stranded in the "droning world" of the twenty-first century. In other poems we hear birds"singing about war and sex", see red and white ants engaged in murderous classical warfare, and find a meditation on"the ghosts of the self / closed in books we read somewhere."
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"These poems register the strangeness of things with skill, delight, and verbal aplomb. A collection to savour."Peter Bennet, co-editor, Other Poetry 4.4 (2011)
Excerpts from Furious Resonance
You dropped your black cardigan right by the bay window:
it lies with its sleeves wrapped, a shadow hugging itself
or headless black swan where you stepped out of one thing
into another. It is a clue I should be able to read:
unillumined, I gather inklings and omens like kindling ...
But you are on the move - shifting between rooms,
ducking under doors, through walls, as if the house were a forest.
Now it looks like a bat - its ears, little teeth. It might crawl
deliberately towards the kitchen, look for somewhere to hang
the ink reflection of itself, its pall of smoke. Listen.
I won't pick it up. If you are going to shed your skin, take off
to the dark, I'll follow suit, shrug off this white shirt,
arrange it carefully by like an echo.
Lovers by the Ice Age Tarn
Lovers by the ice-age tarn
locked within the season's frame
tender to the ancient sun
all their urgent naked claim:
'Until the climate takes my eyes,
sun is darkened with its spores,
and pre-historic butterflies
turn to brittle amber tears,
bend me by the golden ice,
tip me to reflected stars;
here where winter's snowy lace,
Venus whitened, red with Mars,
cusps the cuddled frozen eye
grip me like infinity.'
He, curled above her effortlessly
melts upon the purity.
'Where the snow-thrilled continent,
all its queuing blinded hills,
skips the white hare to its heart
flashes burning icicles,
glacier-prisoned, iced in light,
I instance the blue weight,
valley-pinioned, through the least
curvings of landscape burst.'
Held in untemperatured January,
their ages warming embryo,
the two are liquid eye to eye:
one is tarn and one is sky.
"It is the familiar suddenly perceived, and the sharpness of that perception, found somehow in language, that characterisesFurious Resonance. Jones's eye, pressed against the glass, is a keen one."
"He does not shy away from tackling some of the big themes: mortality ('Spuds', 'Shadow', 'Archaeopteryx'), thesometimes brutal struggle for existence ('Formicidae', 'Christmas Turkey') and the role and limitations of language itself('Sleep-Talking', 'Spinning', 'A Posy for Heidegger'). All of these are handled with an impressive control over voice andform. [...] At his best, Jones has a metaphysical wit that allows for occasionally breath-taking leaps of associative power."
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