with an afterword by W. N. Herbert
Isbn 9782919582334 – June 2023 – 110 pages – 15 € / £14
In this long poem, David Spittle seeks to mirror the decomposition of the human body with the decomposition and syntactical entropy of language itself, in the same way Wittgenstein’s early philosophy attempted to mirror the structure of reality with the structure of language. Interspersing fragments from Robert Browning’s own poetry into his own and seemingly interweaving his visions with those of the Victorian poet, Spittle ingeniously exhumes not just the meaning of Browning’s own life and writing, but also the remains of that life’s meaning for us today – poetry helping record, like an involuntary seismograph, the thoughts and actions of any one life on earth. Thus, the poet tackles the problem of how a human lifespan can be both mentally and linguistically deconstructed within the very body that housed that existence in the first place.
as though dissolving mortar to gurn brick,
inviting selective disappearance
that finds again what it was that ‘a recording chief inquisitor’ felt
to really matter,
what it was in ‘his old coat and up to his knees in mud’ that stirred him:
a drive to decay; to inhale fumes
as they are freed, ghosting from a body, and to see
each concession to what cannot be stopped but can be greeted,
in / as
a flourish of that decomposing body, to play out its creation
in the unintended,
& to reawaken – like the gaseous cousin of a long-buried sibling –
climbing on the limbs of others
Rub all out! well, well, there’s my life
not living unless living is the undead play of always dying
in the scrabbling breath of pretending otherwise
to be in that urgent play
is to be only in the decay of being
Text emerges from text; text devours text; dust dines on lust; the corpses of bookworm swill; the dead centipedes invent new punctuation. ‘The work: remains.’ The glorious truth this circles around is that the only recording of Browning is of Browning forgetting his own poem. As the text breaks down, there are shades of Michael McClure reading to the lions, except the lions appear to be on the other side of the bars, dressed as condottiere in half armour (…) while its protagonists lack a pulse, the verse itself has one that is indeed audible above and beyond the meter.
W. N. Herbert
Written like an ecopoetic response to the Victorian memento mori: Spittle is reminding us that we must only be willing to look, to continue looking past our squeamish limitations to find grief and grandeur in nature.
Julia Rose Lewis
David Spittle is a poet, filmmaker and essayist. Following his pamphlet, B O X (HVTN, 2018), Spittle published two poetry collections, All Particles and Waves (Black Herald Press, 2020) and Rubbles (Broken Sleep Books, 2022). He runs an ongoing series of interviews with filmmakers talking-about-poetry and poets talking-about-film: the first volume Light Glyphs (Broken Sleep Books, 2021) includes interviews with John Ashbery, Guy Maddin, Andrew Kötting, Iain Sinclair, So Mayer, Lisa Samuels and many others. Spittle's films have screened in festivals and been broadcast on the BBC, and alongside filmmaking his film criticism has appeared in Sight & Sound and as part of select Blu-ray releases. He continues independent research across film and philosophy.
by the same author
All particles and Waves (Black Herald Press, 2020)