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5.0 out of 5 stars
Not for the Faint of Heart, 17 Aug 2006
By David Brannan - Published on Amazon.com
This review is from: Whit Lassyz Ur Inty (Paperback)
I`ve been tracking Alison Flett Sutherland and her poetry for the last ten years. In 1996, I came across the poems of Sutherland, then known as Alison Kermack, on the Rebel Inc website and was instantly hooked.
Sutherland lived in Edinburgh before moving recently to the Orkneys with her children. "Whit Lassyz Ur Inty" ("What Lassies Are Into") includes work published in two earlier books, "Restricted Vocabulary" by Clocktower Press and "Writing Like a Bastard" by Rebel Inc, and in various anthologies and magazines beside the work of other cutting-edge Scots authors such as Irvine Welsh. "Her booklet was one of Clocktower's fastest sellers," says Duncan McLean in the introduction to "Ahead of Its Time," an anthology of Clocktower pieces published between 1990 and 1996.
"What Lassyz Ur Inty," as the title suggests, is written in the Scots dialect, rendered phonetically. Indeed, these poems are not for the faint of heart. However, anyone familiar with the works of Burns or Welsh should have no trouble navigating his or her way through this book.
Sutherland is at her best when she is both humorous and topical. "An Education" and "Bemused" both address attempts by schools to homogenize and sanitize language. In the last line of "An Education," Sutherland makes it triumphantly clear that these attempts have failed. "Patriotic Pish" imagines three members of the Westminster Parliament huddled in the men's lavatory, their different colored urines gathering to form a Union Jack that poisons the whole island's water supply. In "Legal Expedition," the narrator is searching for a weapon of mass destruction, but can't find any. The solution: "jist gie thum summy ours // BANG!" Finally, in "Fat Lady Sings," a woman asserts that she is not the stereotypical thin person trapped inside a fat one, but a gigantic goddess inside a mortal: "whit yoo seez / jist / thi haffy it." This is powerful stuff!
Although at times Sutherland's poetry misses the mark, namely, in her more sober pieces or her concrete poetry, I believe that she is a better poet than the majority of her contemporaries in the English-speaking world. I have delighted in her work for the past decade, and I pray that we may all continue to do so for many decades to come.