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The
Interior Act is
a movement from terror to a kind of interior place, interspersed
with praise, obsession, memory, rant, death, love. Unusual in a
poetry collection, Frank Golden explores at length the fracturing
actions and memories of an imagined life (JJ) and the fragmented
witness of an alter life (Xavier). The landscape of the mind is
a central theme in Golden's work and in this gripping collection
he negotiates a narrow path through poems and fragments which attempt
to declare their truth; be it brutal, glorious, desperate, solacing.
Frank
Golden was born in Dublin but has been living in the Burren,
Co. Clare, for over a decade. His books include In Partial
Settlement, On Route to Leameneh and his novel The
Two Women of Aganatz. In recent years he has worked on TV
and film projects and is currently writing a new novel. He has
received awards from the Arts Council of Ireland and the Irish
Film Board.
A
Poem from
The Interior Act
by FRANK GOLDEN
Death
the Invisible Accomplishment
i.m. D.F. Golden
From
within a cream-ultramarine
kiosk overlooking Aughinish island,
I saw the water between shore & shore
churn dark, the sky bleed greyly,
the land winter its mortal green.
The black mouthpiece like a dark body
part
bobbed in the slim chamber
echoing my mother's whispered words;
The news is bad
The deep scan of my father's body
had pictured lesions on his stomach wall,
shoals of growths which devoured
his appetite & fed death's dream.
My eyes trawled out to sea
through middle currents & uncharted banks
to seals on the misting rock of Deer
island
to boats & the carriage of a wish
to the tidal sea taking & offering.
On
the storm road by the Flaggy Shore
I walked in witness to your end,
loosening the line linked
to your migrating self.
On the shores of Loch Muiri
a swan for each of your years
clustered the terrible blue water,
their sometimes whirring wings
a chorus to your vanishing.
Through the pores of soft stone walls
a south wind blew inordinate & warm,
High over Black Head
a sudden cloudswell broke,
a page of rain fell seaward
shedding the memory of a life -
a life inscribed upon a filamental sheet,
decoded to the sea,
subsumed in the eternal afternoon.
(©
Copyright Frank Golden 1999)
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