Vuyelwa Carlin
Long Shadows

April 2016. 68 pp. ISBN-13 978-3-901993-55-8
£9.50 (+ 2.00 p&p), €12.00 (+ 2.50 p&p), US$ 16.00 (+ 3.00 p&p)
 
"Vuyelwa Carlin is one of the most unerringly original poets currently writing in British poetry. The voice, unlike many voices, sustains fidelity to itself. The poems animate a thousand ghosts. First they succeed as euphony, then as revelation, then liturgy. She is the courageous sort of poet who would take Gerard Manley Hopkins as exemplar and dip into his peculiar life-blood. Long Shadows is a memorable addition to what is an already highly distinguished oeuvre. All her means prevail in abundance: the 'muscle of music', the packed form, the Dickinsonian syntax, that rare tact in the face of difficult subject matter. It is a book which lives in its own afterlife; which strikes the note that deepens as it continues to sound."

Tim Liardet

"Vuyelwa Carlin possesses an astonishing eloquence and intellectuality in these wonderfully honed, totally achieved poems. In this wide-ranging, well-crafted collection, she is unflinching in her confrontation of a dark, often Biblical, timeless universe full of blood, bone, stone, yet with sanctuaries. Her original music never falters as she takes the reader around the world through memories of lost loved ones, deathbeds, deathsmiths, numbersmiths, landscapes, and seascapes. This is a very gifted poet who deserves proper attention."
Patricia McCarthy


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Table of Contents


Excerpts from Long Shadows

Long Shadows, and the Bright Blue Sea
For Netty, 1958-2008

Surprise photo in a friend's house -
the Parish Retreat, St. David's, that last summer: you,

smiling in late sun, pose
in a pod of kindly people; eastering shadows

stretch over greensward, and behind,
still as a pond, the sapphire sea.

Impossible not to see it as elegiac -
the long silhouettes, faces full of last light,

of consolations: do you see the saints,
their blazing crowns cast round the shining sea?
 

Road to Talisker

Over the purples, umbers, ribbon of road;
- no cars - a loneliness
of beating wind, shirred small pools:

not a sheep, not a bird - the rare eagles
nest high, by the sea - plummet,
scavenge the basalt beach.

Air buffets air, rampages on this ridge,
cross-yerks these whistling heathers.
- Talisker Bay, there? - no,

too far to see, that grey-white stony crescent,
wind-trap, the sea ever-roaring,
racing, pinnacling; rasped pebbles,

the gunmetal clouds. Flinty Skye,
its strewn stubborn rocks; endless grind
of sea, kick, pull, of wind: who, what,

will see the gritty eventual sands, Old Storr
blown thin, blown over? - pared creation
sinewed to fiercer cold?


Reviews of Long Shadows


"Carlin sees and feels with astonishing directness and is very often able to find words to articulate experience and observation with remarkable power. [...] Alongside (within?) the gritty integrity of her own language, Carlin deploys allusion / quotation very adroitly [...]. Quite apart from the peculiar delights of her intense language, one of the things that attracts me to Carlin's work is how well she designs a collection. [...] Carlin seems to me to merit more attention and praise than she has hitherto received. Long Shadows would be a good place to start for those who don't know her work."

Glyn Pursglove, "Poetry Comment". Acumen 85 (May 2016): 114-117.

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