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Animal People

Carol Rumens
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Wednesday, May 25, 2016
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‘The most striking thing about the collection is its range, its adventurousness, its willingness to go almost anywhere in the quest for a different slant on poetry’ – The North

‘This is a confronting collection, offering many challenges and no easy comforts, but it's all the better for that. Rumens's voice gets ever stronger, ever more arresting, and we'd do well to listen.’ – The Poetry Review

Animal People is a striking and powerful collection which should appeal to anyone who loves thoughtful, well-crafted poetry.’ – Orbis

 

Animal People is the new book of poetry from the renowned writer Carol Rumens. As the author says in her brief introduction, ‘the vertebrae of this collection are the seasons of a sometimes Welsh and sometimes English year.’ Her poems are frequently inspired by places, either wild landscapes as in ‘Fire, Stone, Snowdonia’ or urban scenes as in ‘March Morning, Pearson Park’. But just as often a setting will be a pretext for a theme that has a political, sociological, aesthetic, philosophical or even metaphysical focus.

The author is unafraid to introduce potentially controversial topics and is intrigued as much by science as history. Rumens can also effectively reach back into the past and recall vivid moments from childhood, such as ‘Austerity, 1949’. She can also produce character portraits as in ‘Happy Christmas, Sister Dympna’ and her lively ballad to Bob Dylan, ‘Happy 70th Birthday Blues, Mr Zimmerman’. Other poems start with a mythological premise and turn out to be modern morality (or immorality) tales as in ‘Her to Apollo’. Translations and/or versions inspired by other famous authors also abound as in her ‘translator’s note’ from Dante’s Divine Comedy,  ‘The Red-ish Wheel-Barrow’, a borrowing from William Carlos Williams and ‘A Marshalsea Quadrille for Mr. Dickens’. 

The striking final sequence, ‘On the Spectrum’, explores some of the effects and affects of Autistic Spectrum Disorder (ASD), focusing particularly on Asperger’s Syndrome and how it may be experienced by young women. Rumens opens up this topic with all her characteristic energy, empathy and curiosity. From recent research which suggests that some of these ‘autistic’ qualities may have come from the Neanderthal culture to the debatable hypothesis that AS individuals have unusual affinities with animals, there is much here that is provocative as well as lyrical. ‘We’re all animal people in the broader sense’, says the author. This beautifully intelligent collection of poetry will delight and inspire the reader.

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Review by Ross Cogan, Orbis

Saturday, April 1, 2017

Isobel Armstrong, writing in the TLS, described Carol Rumens as ‘a European poet whose imagination goes beyond Europe, a poet of borders and transit, and of movement across frontiers’. I can see why someone would think that. Rumens has taught in many places, including Belfast, Cork and Stockholm, and her poems are alive to trends in European poetry. Here, in her 16th full length collection, you will find poems inspired by, or loose versions of work by, Attila József, Pasternak, Brodsky, Catalan poet Joan Margarit and Portuguese Fado; others range freely across European history.

However, I think this is only part of the story, for there is also something very British about Rumens’ verse. It isn’t just that many of the best poems describe the landscape of Wales: ‘Fire, Stone, Snowdonia’: ‘The field has fallen castles // of dry stone wall, dim mines, / velodromes, auditoria / slate-veined, fluvial, plosive // with fern drips.’, but she also seems most at home in the small, slightly shabby, passed over places; the suburban lounges of ‘All Souls Saturday Night’ or the faded municipal grandeur of ‘March Morning, Pearson Park’ where

In early spring the trees’ wrung hands implore
winter to stop it; the forsythia’s tiny
oilskins drip, and the bedding-plants are sat
in rows in railed-off, graveyard rectangles,
dim-eyed as board school children.

Where Rumens really reveals herself as outstanding and original is when she melds these influences into something new, strange and subtle. Take, for example, ‘A Few Study-Notes’, which for my money, is the best poem in the whole collection. If you had told me that these lines:

The Prefecture, some four li north of here
has pizzerias and happy hours and nail-bars,

and stacks of broiler-boxes. New translators
work on the tongue of this year’s press release.

The Prefect-Scribbler writes, You will enjoy the mountains.
Here, we feel free
. His eloquence delights him.

came from a new translation of some compatriot of Holub, Milosz or Enzensberger, I would not have turned a hair. Yet this clever meditation on freedom takes its cue from Lovelace’s ‘To Althea, from Prison’, and its bureaucratic setting (‘I couldn’t sleep. I’d got back late from the Ministry, / bruised by linen-board and letterpress’) is unmistakably British.

Rumen also makes skilled and thoughtful use of traditional verse forms, for example, her free translation of Pasternak’s 16 line ‘Hamlet’ into a sonnet. She works with such dexterity that the original’s ‘O Abba Father’ almost becomes a wry reference to the rhyme scheme – and through it the process of creating art:

The deepening dusk’s thousand binoculars
Take aim at me, point-blank along the one
Axis. Not a blink. If it can be done,
Father, Abba, I beg – let my cup pass.

Animal People is a striking and powerful collection which should appeal to anyone who loves thoughtful, well-crafted poetry. 

Review by Jon Sayers, Magma

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

"To be an obsessional," wrote Lacan, "means to find oneself caught in a mechanism, in a trap increasingly demanding and endless." All three of these authors seem to be caught in a different  kind of trap as they look at the world through the  lens of their  respective obsessions: language, birds, and numbers.

Carol Rumens's Animal People draws its title from the theory that people on the autistic spectrum have an unusual affinity with animals. 'Judging from the behaviour of my family and friends "on the spectrum,"' Rumens writes in a note, 'I find this credible.'

Her inspiration for the book was her own grandson's autism diagnosis, which she describes in a blog: '[it was] as if a stone had been hurled into a quiet pool. The ripples spread through his immediate family...' On learning that autistic spectrum condition is genetic, Rumens and her daughter both felt implicated: 'At first I was very uncomfortable with the idea that I had Asperger's Syndrome.'

And so the ripples seem to spread on through the pages of Rumens's sixteenth col lection, as she explores this often misunderstood condition - particularly in the extended sequence On the Spectrum. She argues that 'personal testimony - even a poet's - has a place in enlarging the view.'

Animal People is not an easy collection - not because of its difficult subject matter (aside from autism and Asperger's, it tackles, variousl y, schizophrenia, homelessness, war, ageing, loss and death). The real challenge for the reader is linguistic.

On her website, Rumens muses: "Am I a poet? I'm not sure. I am someone who loves language." Elsewhere, she quotes Brodsky's description of a poet as a person who "falls into dependency, the way others fall into dependency on drugs or alcohol." There is such a quantity of almost compulsive delight in splashing about in language that it almost becomes a barrier to communication.  I felt as excluded at times as a teetotaller at a booze-up.

There are poems in every kind of form and register. There are words and expressions borrowed from Yorkshire dialect, Welsh, Greek, Ukrainian and Russian (including Slavic owl hoots). The tone varies from intimate to wry, direct to circumlocutory. The whole gamut of language is run, from the demotic to the obscure, homely slang to the lexicon of vertiginously educated erudition. It requires much Googling by the reader despite much glossing by the writer.

But what of all this obsessive linguistic variety and effervescence? Could it be we are seeing a dramatisation of Asperger's , conscious or unconscious, not just in On the Spectrum but throughout  the collection? When the language-fest gives way to plainer fare, there is plenty of simple beauty and clarity to be enjoyed. Take, for example, the touching Laundry Blue, in which a line of poetic prose comes singing out of the poetic: "That's how poor women love - / with pegged lips and an ounce of indigo". Or "Coastline of caravans, neat as graves, but quieter" (The Homeless Ship).

Review by Noel Williams, The North

Friday, February 10, 2017

In Carol Rumens’ collection there are testing poems, too. This is her sixteenth collection, and one would imagine that she was perhaps beginning to run out of ideas by now. Not so. The most striking thing about the collection is its range, its adventurousness, its willingness to go almost anywhere in the quest for a different slant on poetry, whether it’s to stretch in form or concept, in language or feeling, in tone or physical arrangement.
This results in some poems whose approach is ideational, others whose grounds are obscure. It means that sometimes she stretches well beyond English in several instances (‘Owls of the Ukraine’ contains transliterated Russian and Ukrainian; ‘Remote Bermudas’ employs Yorkshire dialect; ‘Spring Forward, Fall Back – a Gwynedd Skein’ is built around Welsh vocabulary; ‘The Reddish Wheel-Barrow’ uses Greek and Russian) which results in footnoted poems, which are not everyone’s cup of tea.
Almost every one of the forty-two poems and short sequences explores a different form. In ‘Easter Snow’ she relies on a simple ABAB scheme of single syllable masculine rhymes, which she them breaks down towards the end of the poem in line with the ‘smoke-haze of a dream’ which becomes the poem’s topic. In ‘The Big Bang Year’ she uses couplet rhyming on the final syllable, but varies between strong (stressed) rhymes and unstressed ones, using full rhymes or pararhymes, sometimes rhyming within the couplet, sometimes across adjacent couplets, to create a sort of ‘rhythm of rhyming’. In ‘Her to Apollo’ octets are used with varying rhyme schemes. ‘Happy Seventieth Birthday Blues, Mr Zimmerman’ uses rhyming tercets in which she’s happy to use full or royal rhymes. I could fill the whole review simply with descriptions of the formal variations Rumens employs throughout the book.
Does this mean that the book is uneven or disjointed? I guess there’s a sense in which I began to read it wondering ‘what will she try next?’ And this, of course, means that I was increasingly paying less attention to what was being said, or why, and more to the manner of its saying, her consummate manipulation of the craft, her superb control and subtlety of inflexion. This is like enjoying the brushstrokes of Van Gogh and failing to notice the sunflowers. So one might consider this volume a collection of brilliance whose dazzle obscures reading somewhat. But this would only apply in reading the collection as a whole thing, which perhaps it isn’t to be read that way. Rather, it’s a bringing together of many different things – collected together but not unified –  and if one takes the individual poems on their own, or in samples, they seem to me more effective than in trying to come to judgement about the totality of the collection. Individual poems are doing different jobs, coming from different directions and whilst a literary analysis might unearth common threads and themes, this seems to me a misreading of what’s on offer here.
Which also perhaps means that different readers will appreciate different things in this collection. Some poems seemed to me interesting experiments, but perhaps not that powerful in their effects – a poem like ‘Pyramid Text’, for example, which adopts an archaic, gnomic tone for its device and thereby distances itself from the reader: ‘When the king wants the war, / The soldier wants the war.’ It’s unlikely a reader will be powerfully affected by such a poem but instead nod sagely in passive agreement. Other poems seem intensely personal, driven by emotional need – perhaps they’re simply well imagined, but, if so, their emotional content feels authentic.
I’ll finish with an example that particularly struck me: ‘All Souls’ Saturday Night’. It’s an interesting comparison to McKie’s ‘The Second Coming’ as it uses the mundanity of Strictly Come Dancing to evoke a poignant personal visitation, which might be ghost or perhaps merely the resonance of powerful memory in a similar way:

and in my living-room, her quick-step quickens,
lightest among them, and the glance
over her shoulder knows I’m watching her
somewhere, on television.

Here’s the strongest of contrasts with work like Wainwright’s: the language is simple, everyday, and the syntax, though a little complex is easily read. What is said is precisely said, yet at least three interpretations are available, and the delicacy with which no explanation is offered creates a space for the reader to enter and feel their own emotional frisson.

Review by Chloe Stopa-Hunt, The Poetry Review

Monday, September 26, 2016

Animal People, the new collection from Carol Rumens, takes its title from the hypothesis that autistic people have a hightened affinity with animals. The collection's defining poem is 'On the Spectrum', a meditation on autism which is both exceptionally lyrical and in places, wrenchingly painful. Rumens's new work deserves to take a foremost place in the literature of neurodivergance: too little has been written about the experience of autistic women, which 'On the Spectrum' investigates through a charged lyricism that is by turns sparse, sprawling and fractured. With dark and economic wit, Rumens observes, "If we had money / there'd be days we'd blow the lot on party selves". But later the speaker turns to self-criticism, even self-erasure: 

There could never have been a lover-
my love is not fitting.

Nor a child for my Poundland cradle-
my love is not fitting. 

Nor a mother-and-father for my Judas kiss. 

They had True Love. My love was never fitting. 

The poem is full of love, full of the precise, luminous tenderness that characterises Rumens's mature poetry, yet here the echoing anxiety about 'fitting' jangles through each couplet and creates a rhythm that feels unsettled and distressful. 'On the Spectrum', achieves a masterly balance between charting such alienation and exploring the richness of a neurodivergent life. This poem is no tragedy. Rumens has scoured the English word-hoard and successfully fused multiple lyric forms into a single creation in order to evolve this exuberant tribute to both intense sensory responsiveness and linguistic elation. It should be required reading for all who still hold reductionist medicalised perspectives on autism. 
      The rest of Animal People is also outstanding, presenting us with a telescoped view of time in which Rumens's speakers acknowledge that in some ways "We're only ever twenty, we're only ever at the start " ('Happy Seventieth Birthday Blues, Mr Zimmerman'), but also grieve lost chances, opportunities missed, and above all, the dead. One of the finest poems is 'Home Thoughts from the Cow-Shed', a dazzling and intelligent elegy which takes on Robert Browning's version of 'home' and reforges it. Rumens is more interested in grief, foreignness, and racination: "Both of us were blow-ins / but you, by dying here, became a native". This is a confronting collection, offering many challenges and no easy comforts, but it's all the better for that. Rumens's voice gets ever stronger, ever more arresting, and we'd do well to listen.

Review by Diana Reed, Wite Out Loud

Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The cover of Animal People saysthe key to the collection is the sequence ‘On the Spectrum’, which explores what it is to be ‘on the autistic spectrum’…”. This sequence is intended by the poet to be “vignettes of a woman’s life, partly based on my own, as poetic documentary”.

‘On the Spectrum’ is a deliberately fragmented piece of work. Some sections accord with a popular understanding of what “autism” means: “A kids party is foreign languages / screamed at you as she as you as he as you run about the little island / no boats are visiting for a thousand years.”

Other sections may relate more directly to the protagonist’s own life, where in a “winter night, clear skied” one metaphorical constellation “figures bright”, as the “articulation of the best of what you were”, until the poet finds “one twisted-metal star-collision mirroring your mind”.

Finally there are sections that draw on aspects of science or religion to relate to the condition of being ‘On the Spectrum’: “But when I pray is there nothing … unseeing enough, enough / away to want no small talk?”

‘On the Spectrum’ is placed at the end of the collection. A page of discussion about it follows, but is headed “About Animal People”. Rumens puts forward some very speculative ideas about autism. She suggests that both autism and an affinity with animals “may be associated with genes which have been passed down through the intermarriage of Homo Sapiens and Neanderthal Man”, while acknowledging “we’re all animal people in a broader sense, of course.”

This is the first reference to the title ‘Animal People’. Combined with cover art showing chimeric people with animals’ heads, it gives an almost literally back-to-front impression, as if inviting the reader to start at the end of the book and work backwards. Yet if you did that, reading the rest of the collection in the light of the title and final poem, nothing is obviously directed towards the experience of autism. The poems are on a wide range of subjects, rarely developing a theme from one to the next. They are complex, sometimes playful, and often full of cultural allusions.

In ‘House Clearance’ Carol Rumens enjoys the absurdity of answering the question “Won’t it be fun to turn into our possessions! / Let’s practise.”  Word-play is the game in ‘It’s Time for the Weather’, as “Blizzle lightens to waterbud before strengthening  to pluvoria”.

‘Figurine’, starting “Heart of a calf, composed/of two mini-humans,” became approachable when I Googled “the Ain Sakhri cave, c 8000 BC.” The figurine is an ancient carved pebble, now in the British Museum and featured in the BBC Radio 4’s History of the World in 100 Objects. I had to work hard to reach the point where I was beginning to understand this poem, but when I got there it felt worthwhile.

By contrast, ‘A Few Study-Notes’ had me beaten; searching for ‘Richard Lovelace’ and ‘Carol Rumens’ took me to her Guardian Poem of the Week column on  ‘To Althea, in Prison’, which explained some elements of the poem, including why “I sleepily revolved the aesthetic question / but couldn’t solve it: is it ‘gods’ or ‘birds’ ”. Beyond this, I saw no way into her British/Oriental civil service scenario, though I did note the TS Eliot reference in “The Prefect /Scribbler writes, You will enjoy the mountains. / Here we feel free. His eloquence delights him.”

In a posting on the Seren books blog, headed “Aspie chromatics/ Carol Rumens on Asbergers [sic] ASC, and Poetry”, Rumens identifies herself as experiencing Aspergers Syndrome, one of the conditions on the Autistic Spectrum. She says: “I want to speak for a greater understanding of autism, and I choose to do it through the medium I’m best able to employ. … Rather than use poetry as propaganda, I would simply ask it to report back sometimes from the field, like a travel correspondent in the complex, many-coloured terrain of a newly discovered country.”

This seems to be authorising us to look for a relationship to Asperger’s Syndrome in the poems in this collection. It took close reading and internet research to bring me anywhere close to understanding some of these complex and individual poems. Was this amount of effort necessary because the poet was expressing her own ideas and understanding as fully as possible, without considering the reader? Could this be an indication of being “On the Spectrum?”  Does this make her an “Aspie” poet?

Psychological speculation makes me uneasy. Many highly regarded poets usher the reader into the world of their own individual cultural knowledge and experience just as uncompromisingly as Carol Rumens. Don’t read Animal People for the psychology, read it for the poetry.

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