RINGShout
Splash!
A little book of Poems about life, death & coffee machines. Book One, comprising a selection of poems from the collection 'Ringshout' by jjhudsson.
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None of the poems in this short collection were written for publication. They exist, with one or two exceptions, in the marginalia of the autograph manuscripts of jjhudsson: that is; the various stories concerning Professor Summanus Horthólary - the eighteenth century Gallic sleuth whose escapades with giants, witches and early flight can be read in The Lays of Maladie series; the intergalactic and philosophical wanderings of Menlo, in the novel Other Places Which Also Are the World’s End; and in an emerging work that seems to revolve around an improbable combination of vikings and modern defence espionage.
The subject of jjhudsson’s marginalia is examined in more detail in the Tricky Genre Blog Nea-ly, but not Quite. Here, we need only observe that there is scarcely a page of autograph MS that does not have on its margins or, more frequently, verso, a handwritten note-to-self, plot idea, character name or, as in the case here, a few lines of verse.
In fact, when you know what to look for, there is quite a lot of verse. Thus far, we have discovered at least fifty complete poems among the archive, and hundreds of orphaned lines which must surely relate to some poetic thought or other in the mind of jjhudsson.
If these jottings were not written for publication, why publish them now? Indeed, why publish them at all?
Two reasons. First, as a corpus, they provide a rare glimpse into the mind of jjhudsson. As anyone who has read his obscure and self-written biography on the Tricky Genre Press website will appreciate, this is not a man who cares to share his persona with the world. In these poems, perhaps, we can gain insight into the mind that creates planets, dragons, religious cults and a whole Department of France.
Secondly, jjhudsson has allowed us to do so. Well, perhaps ‘allow’ is overstating things: he has not forbidden their publication. When we showed him the galleys for this first e-booklet, they came back with a few notes which we have included at the end of each booklet, and some minor edits. We take this to be sanction enough.
A poem, wrote Horthólary at the end of the eighteenth century, is a feeling lost in time and space. There is nothing concrete about it. If that is true, no poem can be said to have universal meaning. Our feelings, our time and our space are unique to us, and the words scratched out on a winter’s evening by a woman when the harvest has been bad and the children are hungry cannot mean the same to the man reading them on the 7.48 to London two hundred years later - even is he is moved to tears. There is an eternal mystery about a poem so charged.
In his book The White Goddess, Robert Graves goes further. To him the poet was a shaman, a mystic, a magician; someone in whom the accumulated spiritual knowledge of the tribe had been vested. And the poems were that knowledge - rhymed, riddled, symbolised and metaphored into something recognisable only to the initiated. To recite a poem like The Battle of the Trees (Cad Giddeu), was, to Graves, to be uttering aloud the inner feelings, emotions, beliefs and histories of our ancient ancestors, if only we knew how to decode them.
Graves’ book was given a wide berth by contemporary scholars. Even the great poetic mystic, T.S. Eliot professed himself dumbfounded by it (see notes). But there is something powerful in the idea of the poet as mystic; in daring to suppose that the jumbled words on the page before you are not merely artistic or contorted grammar, but that there is a meaning in them.
We make no such claim for the poems of jjhudsson. These are not the works of a palaeolithic shaman, no matter how primitive his personal habits. They are, however, feelings outside their time and space, as Horthólary expressed it. Therefore, they are - or ought to be - mystical to us, who are not him, and who did not experience that feeling; who were not present in that time, who did not occupy that space. To us, they might seem magical in the mind, if not beautiful on the lips.
The poems in this slim volume cover an array of experiences and the writer’s reaction to them: from the challenges of growing up and finding one’s place in the world (or learning how to manage when we can’t), to the disconnection and banality of loss; from the knowledge of how we came to be, to the passions that created us. And the simple wonder of something extraordinary. There may be magical meanings in them, but if there are, they are known only to jjhudsson.
What we find in reading them - we who were not there - is sometimes resonant, sometimes familiar; often touching and sympathetic, perhaps, on occasion, insightful, even beautiful; and yes, maybe - in certain places - a little mystical. We think these reasons enough to publish these poems. We hope that you enjoy them - or at least are as intrigued by them, as we have been.
Notes
Robert Graves, The White Goddess: A historical grammar of poetic myth. Faber & Faber (1948).
For the views of T.S. Eliot on The White Goddess, see Judith Kroll, Chapters in a Mythology; The poetry of Sylvia Plath. Harper Colphon Edition (1978 cf. pp. 50).
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Disgorged
To the lacy street
Still ravenous for rain
This is the moment
To slip away
To find our face
Umapped and chattered
From grown-up mouths
Still unconvinced by the comfort
Of their unlynched shrouds
This is the moment
To point to north
To discover the wonder
Rickety unwinding
Nowhere right
Of clouds
Unwhole
Fathomed of the granite-shore
And far too unimpressed by omnibus
For anyone but him
To notice us
This is the moment
To break the glaze
For us to imagine
The machined heaving of the sea
The electric leaping of unhorsed Time
And in that fright
To lose one's face again
To douse desire
To run for home
Drenched
With utter delight
Further down the
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Book One: Splash!
Preface
I. Moonshot
II. Fake Muse
III. Closer to Bethlehem
IV. Splash!
V. Gombrich Between the lines
VI. Conjugation (past tense)
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Ringshout is the collected poetry of jjhudsson. The completed work will comprise seven booklets, each of six to eight poems. The EPUB booklets will be released over the coming year.
Book 3 - Second Hand
Book 4 - On Somerton Beach
Book 5 - Last Supper
Book 6 - Unbedded Again
Book 7 - Ringshout