Tony Harrison reconciled me with what poetry can (& is supposed to) do in the last decades of the 20th century and into the 21st. A poet with a proletarian background from industrial Leeds, a city where I myself have lived, writing about hooligans and crushed beer cans, using news lines and graffiti for rhymes. Writing marvelously, passionately and without an ounce of self-complacency about suburban life.
"V." and his earlier compositions proved that poetry is, even today, significant, poignant, and perfectly fit to write about everyday life, rather than Waste Lands and Ancyent Marineres.
These later poems are no longer a young man's but rather an aged bard's. The bitter edge is still there. The quality too.
The poems about members of his family, such as "Gaps", "11 September 2001" (about his niece in Cyprus) and the title piece are quite touching....Continua