- Hardcover: 192 pages
- Publisher: Salt Publishing (25 Nov. 2010)
- Language: English
- ISBN-10: 1907773010
- ISBN-13: 978-1907773013
- Product Dimensions: 12.7 x 1.1 x 19.8 cm
- Average Customer Review: 4.0 out of 5 stars See all reviews (4 customer reviews)
- Amazon Bestsellers Rank: 876,899 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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The Night Post: A New Selection (Salt Modern Poets) Hardcover – 25 Nov 2010
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Ambitious and troubling, linking Ireland to the Black Sea and madness to history, grim as death and very funny, Black Moon insists that the worst is yet to come, which may in turn bring out the best in Sweeney. -- Sean O'Brien If one had to draw the co-ordinates for Matthew Sweeney they might intersect about the point where Flann O'Brien met Marin Sorescu, though without the latter's more intimate knowledge of bloodiness and tyranny. And there might be the ghost of a flute or pennywhistle there too, because it is impossible to read his poetry without hearing its apparently simple but sophisticated cadences as music. -- George Szirtes In Matthew Sweeney's freshly selected volume, The Night Post we get the sense from the opening pages of an edgier habit of speech: sharply knowing, well informed, brimming with opinions. "I have seen through all. / I am excess": Sweeney's early work, especially, is marked by a kind of inspired overkill, the speedtalk of a monologist made verbally and imaginatively uneasy by the world... With its landscapes of desolate isolations, his is often an evocatively noirish world of contemporary angst (the spooky title poem places a loaded Mercedes hearse - containing a body or "dozens of Armalites" - at a roadblock in the North). The persona of the poems is a troubled, self-aware consciousness taking in but never quite making sense of a contemporary world of fragments, a consciousness stretched and strained, but untouched by self-indulgence, self-pity or self-regard. -- Eamon Grennan The Irish Times We're lucky to have this book. It opens with a striking sequence from the 70s, "The Moonpoems", full of urban paranoia and gothic meanderings held in check by a sense of musicality and dark humour. Gradually, as the selection progresses through the 80s and 90s, Sweeney's style takes on a greater clarity and restraint. There are brooding vignettes of domestic life shimmering in the half-light, caught between the need for safety and a sense of claustrophobia. There are haunting parables, such as "The Stone Ship" or "The Queue", and children's poems such as "Night Boy" or "Johnjoe's Snowman" that simmer with disquiet. "Wild Garlic" is a triumph of an elegy. But the best writing is to be found in pieces such as "The Haunt of the Night-Owl" and its companion "Omelettes", both of which confront poverty and loss. Or take the wonderfully achieved simplicity of "The Hill", whose effortless, conversational tone explores the book's tensions with fine understatement - "but it's quiet now / in every room, and I go upstairs / to stare out at the sea instead, past / a flurry of starlings, heading somewhere." -- Charles Bainbridge The Guardian
About the Author
Matthew Sweeney was born in Donegal, Ireland in 1952. He moved to London in 1973 and studied at the Polytechnic of North London and the University of Freiburg. His poetry collections include Blue Shoes (1989), Cacti (1992), The Bridal Suite (1997), A Smell of Fish (2000), Selected Poems (2002), Sanctuary (2004) and Black Moon (2004). He won a Cholmondeley Award in 1987 and an Arts Council Writers Award in 1999.
Top Customer Reviews
In these days of instant gratification and "no time to read", I would suggest that this volume is slim enough to fit in your jacket pocket, or your bag, ready to be taken out and dipped into in those spare few moments. This isn't the poetry of the classroom, but poetry for now, poetry that makes you think.