{"id":2654,"date":"2012-06-08T11:20:18","date_gmt":"2012-06-08T11:20:18","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ink.verticalplus.co.uk\/archive\/?p=2654"},"modified":"2020-12-09T14:36:58","modified_gmt":"2020-12-09T14:36:58","slug":"philippe-blenkiron-reviews-chris-emerys-the-departure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/philippe-blenkiron-reviews-chris-emerys-the-departure\/","title":{"rendered":"Philippe Blenkiron Reviews Chris Emery&#8217;s &#8216;The Departure&#8217;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/emery2.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-full wp-image-2655\" title=\"The Departure\" src=\"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-content\/uploads\/2012\/06\/emery2.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"200\" height=\"229\" \/><\/a><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>When reading Chris Emery\u2019s latest work, I am struck by the nostalgia of loading suitcases into a 5am taxi taking me to Gatwick airport; setting-out before most have even risen. There is a <em>dawn-ness<\/em> to his work; while there is darkness, the dark qualities of the pieces show remnisence and hindsight, bringing lightness to the load &#8211; this is not an abandoning, but an intrepid <em>departure<\/em>. But from what? Oneself? Reality? Or is it where the departure is <em>to<\/em> that really matters?<\/p>\n<p>I am unfortunate in that I have not read Emery\u2019s previous work. Duhig states that this apt title speaks of a shift in direction and range; however <em>departure<\/em> seems too strong a word to refer solely to Emery\u2019s former writing style. For example, a quick bit of internet research reveals that Emery has always had a penchant for the long-line, and that this almost always pays off thanks to the colour and captivating imagery of the language present: \u2018You\u2019re often sat next to a dog turd with lots of beetles caring.\u2019 (\u2018Dandelions\u2019) \u2018Up the pissy steps we find nostalgia\u2019s vein-blue glamour. (\u2018M1 3LA\u2019)<strong><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>There are moments of great lucidity and philosophical insight in Emery&#8217;s poetry, and a vocabulary born from experience that doesn\u2019t cry pretentious. There is grit, but not for its own sake, and a clean intelligence lies beneath \u201cthe dirt the dirt the dirt\u201d of <em>The Bukowskis<\/em> that makes way for the brave political admonitions (\u2018The Destroyers Convention\u2019 and \u2018Guest Starring\u2019). It is also nice to see a dialogue poem in the form of \u2018Carl\u2019s Job\u2019; these are rare and, to me, pave a way forward in poetry. Emery\u2019s excellent execution of this form delivers a haunting exchange of movie-talk, and shows the range of his literary prowess:<em>\u201c\u2018I\u2019ve no further plans on killing\u2019 <\/em>I said<em>. \u2018Those days are done.\u2019 \/ <\/em>\u2018Let me tell you, Bud,\u2019 said Carl. \u2018Those days are sitting here now.\u2019\u201d<strong><br \/>\n<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Reading <em>The Departure<\/em> is to trespass on the cognitive acres of an astute mind. However, here in lies the departure from reality; some pieces suffer from perhaps too much ambiguity and leave the reader feeling as though they are surveying a dreamscape too immaterial to grasp. But I would hasten to add that I feel Emery earns the right to this as the rest of the collection contains a great deal of concrete &#8211; albeit fragmented as times. \u2018Why bother pouring such weather \/ under the goose moon.\u2019<\/p>\n<p>So what is left once the departing has departed? <em>The Departure<\/em> also offers moments of <em>journey <\/em>and <em>arrival<\/em>, but they strike me more as re-imaginings and mental time travel; no true movement is made from the initial <em>departing <\/em>position. The final poem of the collection, a haiku entitled \u2018Promenading\u2019, tells of a show on the end of a pier. Whether the perspective is meant to be of looking out to the end of the pier, or of gazing out to sea from the end, is unclear. Whatever the case, <em>The Departure <\/em>leaves us as it greeted us, staring into the distance, into the water; a [SPOILER ALERT!] Capricornic sea-goat perpetually traversing into a new era. We only have one way to go, and it&#8217;s wet.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><strong><em>The Departure<\/em><\/strong><strong> by Chris Emery, 2012, Salt Publishing. ISBN 978-1-907773-15-0. \u00a312.99\u00a0 <\/strong>Click <a href=\"http:\/\/www.saltpublishing.com\/books\/smp\/9781907773150.htm\" target=\"_blank\" rel=\"noopener noreferrer\">here<\/a> for more information.<\/p>\n<p><strong>\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; When reading Chris Emery\u2019s latest work, I am struck by the nostalgia of loading suitcases into a 5am taxi taking me to Gatwick airport; setting-out before most have even risen. 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