The Biplane Houses
A Welsh poet beloved for his appreciation of nature in all its forms as well as the history imbued in place, Murray creates streams of images prompted by the past in league with the present:
“Greeks camped out there in lean timesUninhibited by style or genre, Murray samples everything that life has to offer, without exception, what he inhales and experiences, tossing out impressions that startle and attract, a facility of language and a love of place that is both extraordinary and compelling:
fishing. Their Greek islands lived in town>br?
with their families. Now it is a National Park.”
(The Offshore Island)
“But tears underlie every country. Nowhere do theyIn “The Cool Green,” Murray writes of money, its power to influence behavior, the fact that “millions eat garbage without it,” the facile misuse of those in need and money’s irrelevance to life’s grand design:
discharge the past, which is the live dark matter
that flows undismissably with us, and impends
unseen over every point we reach.”
“Our waking dreams feature money everywhereContrasting with the poetry that explores the sensory world, a celebration of out natural environment and a caution toward preservation, the poet displays a sharp and canny wit, undeterred from humorous musings, a subtle provocateur:
but in our sleeping dreams
it is strange and rare.
How did money capture life
away from poetry, ideology, religion?
“Fragrance stays measuredMurray renders landscapes tangible as fresh as the bright landscape that so inspires his musings, images that seduce with subtlety, yet paint a stunning portrait grounded in reality:
stench bloats out of proportion:
even a rat-size death…
a house-evacuating metal gas
in our sinuses…
give it a Viking funeral.”
(The Nostril Songs)
“Haze went from smoke blue to beigeThe treasure of New South Wales, Les Murray captures the spirit of language in poetry that assails, provokes and haunts, his love of place rich with memory and image. Evoking our finer instincts in the face of catastrophe, the poet cautions an appreciation for the diminishing bounty of a fertile and precious earth.
gradually, after midday.
The Inland was passing over
High up, and between the trees.
The north hills and the south hills
Lost focus and faded away.”
(A Levitation of Land)
Originally published on Curled Up With A Good Book at www.curledup.com. © Luan Gaines, 2007