Poetry Thursday: Kate Miller

At the Dew Pond, West Dale

from Kate Miller’s first collection, The Observances (Oxford, Carcanet Press)

The boys have caught the sun
and cross the field with their loot
striding barefoot on cropped grass,
surf-boards like shields held triumphal
four crowns laurelled by the cliff-edge light.
The sea’s a wily dog who tugs them back:
swinging to face its pull they stall, lose all
sense of being watched.
A tiny snake
weaves through the cool purée of pond,
black-buttoned in its shift of greenness.
First time we’ve ever seen one
here, long evenings waiting for our young —
who happen on us suddenly as men.

Kate Miller grew up in Hampshire and now lives in London. She studied Art History at King’s College, Cambridge, and Fine Art at Central St. Martin’s College of Art and Design, London.

First Causes: Quarterly West # 89

Self’s stories have this predictive quality.

Excerpt from First Causes:

There’s a bluish-green shadow on Big’s back, right between his shoulder blades. I see it when he disrobes for inspection.

What is the cause, I think? Is it Tumor? Is it Plague? Is it Virus?


The Run Of His Life: The People vs O. J. Simpson, p. 11

Self didn’t think this book would be as fleet as it is. But, props to Jeff Toobin for getting The Big Question out of the way quickly: Yes, O. J. Simpson was guilty. Moving ON!

Because of the overwhelming evidence of Simpson’s guilt, his lawyers could not undertake a defense aimed at proving his innocence — one that sought to establish, say, that some other person had committed the murders. Instead, in an astonishing act of legal bravado, they sought to create for the client — a man they believed to be a killer — the mantle of victimhood. Almost from the day of Simpson’s arrest, his lawyers sought to invent a separate narrative, an alternative reality, for the events of June 12, 1944. This fictional version was both elegant and dramatic. It posited that Simpson was the victim of a wide-ranging conspiracy of racist law enforcement officials who had fabricated and planted evidence in order to frame him for a crime he did not commit. It was also, of course, an obscene parody of an authentic civil rights struggle, for this one pitted a guilty ‘victim’ against innocent ‘perpetrators.’

Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.

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