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The
Singing by C.K.Williams
72pp., £7.95, Bloodaxe Books
This latest collection typically features the usual long-lined
stanzas
by C. K. Williams:
when reading his work, it’s difficult at first to spot
the
music in his lines,
but (and his lines often begin thus, with patterns of conjunctions),
stick
with it, and ultimately,
the somewhat casually-planned ruminations gather force,
even,
at times, becoming witty.
It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly the attractiveness of
the
loose syntax of C. K. Williams,
but this volume, for instance, reminisces about Brodkey, celebrates
several
dead friends and contemporaries
when more conventional, shorter-lined poetry finds it difficult,
yes,
difficult to pace
the often conversational rhythms of bittersweet
modern
piety.
There are some
short-line poems
but the same relaxed
tenor still applies. They
are, however, generally
weaker, I thought.
So if you enjoy the lateral, slightly repetitive technique familiar
to
readers of C. K. Williams,
when even the careful placing of the line-breaks seems random,
until
you realise it works by degrees,
the latest collection will please you, yes please you, in
an
American kind of way,
but be warned, I didn’t find this latest quite as powerful
as
Repair,
his 1999 volume.
©
Martin Caseley 2003
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