Struggle & Radiance
Ten commentaries

by Jill Jones

Wild Honey Press, 2004

 

Struggle & radiance brings together the sharp humour of a mature (anti-)romanticism with an understanding of poetry's struggle with the boundaries between language, self and our relationships with others in the world. It is a poetry that dramatises the desire to know, to share experience, while simultaneously being acutely aware of the limitations of communication, the impasse of reference.  - Peter Minter

The title of Jill Jones new chapbook of poems, Struggle & radiance evokes a measure of transcendence in our 24/7, 7/11 times. ... This is the negative domestic, the domestic taken out onto the streets- to ironise large claims, and to emphasise the power and importance of small ones. ... [Jones] holds the world up like a fly wing to the light in a form of nationalism we can actually digest and prosper on. These are ambitious poems, if not obviously so.   - Michael Farrell

Stunning artwork on cover, a rectangle of splashes, dashes, swirls of color, which might best be described with a fragment of the poetry as "beyond the difference/ trapped in vision" ("I. A Vision"). ... This is a poet with not only ear and eye fully committed to work together in/on the poem, but the entire body of being is ever present, fully an art, then, not only committing distinctly differing parts to the whole, but of engaged commitment to the larger social body of ideas, not least of which that of self-reflective questions of temporal presence, transcendence and influenced by cultural habituation.  - Christine Murray


The striking consistency in these poems is the subtle authority of the narrator. Reading and re-reading these poems, I increasingly gained a sense of the speaker and beheld a measured, composed voice, an unwavering character amid turmoil and modern refractions. Although I personally do not subscribe to the theories of post modernism, I perceived that the speaker approaches the poeticised world in such a manner. For those who are so inclined, there will be plenty to ruminate upon and empathise with in this volume.

Still, there was something curious about this book, deceptively hidden beyond the fingernail-thin spine. Each time I opened the book, it was as though I was reading the poems for the first time. This is certainly a kaleidoscopic quality that contemporary poetry can have, though generally at not such short intervals between readings. Perhaps it was my state of mind at the time of reading, or perhaps the aforementioned silences allowed for renewed meaning. - Maria Christoforatos, Cordite Poetry Review


This book is available through Wild Honey Press.

 

One poem from Struggle & Radiance

VII
A telephone, a saxophone

Forgetting how scared
to sleep - which is
no explanation
no matter how elegant
or indirect.

Belonging with the night
the dark chatter
of which the street
is unaware.

What goes on
is not forever.
Who is on the phone?
Is it history
some kind of novel?
Anyway - a decision!

Communists, Zionists
Jacobites, Chiliasts.

They are now
no more mysterious
than a door knock
     a coup
     daughters of democrats
     farmers and bankers.

Still, I don't belong here
even if I do
everyone in hell agrees.
When the apartment block shakes
you know it's for real
and life begins
despite the facts
     a transitional stage
     an after-dinner proposal
     a departure.

Like a moon and saxophone
     candles and figures
       at bright cymbals and drums
fragile religions
still strumming
faster than the holy
carried away by the absolute
a fury of faith
in love letters
gripped by the jaws
of dogma
     a weak heart muscle
     a soft sullen beat
       from the radio upstairs.

A star fallen
past your window
into the alley.
And nothing else?

Whatever turns out
winter skims the river
of sunlight
summer fakes its tan.

Debates and monuments
     cities unconcerned
they pass into you
almost, like a refuge
where you listen.



Copyright Jill Jones

Updated 15 August 2005

 


 

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