Selected Poems from Gerry Loose’s ‘Fault Line’
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GERRY LOOSE has lived in England, Ireland, Spain, Morocco (briefly) and now Scotland. A slow-moving nomad, he is poet, writer and land artist who works primarily with subjects from the natural world, as well as the world of geo-politics. His poems and texts are as often found in built and natural settings as on the page.
He also designs and makes gardens. His poetry is as likely to appear in these (and ungardened landscapes) as on the page.
Among his most recent publications are Fault Line, Printed on Water, New and Selected Poems (Shearsman Books) and that person himself. His awards include a Creative Scotland Award, the Robert Louis Stevenson Fellowship, the Kooneen Säätiö Award and the Hermann Kesten Award. His latest collection, An Oakwoods Almanac (with Morven Gregor), is out with Shearsman Books (June 2015). www.gerryloose.com
The following poems are taken from Fault Line (Vagabond Voices, 2014). For further context, listen to Gerry guide Colin Waters (Poetry Editor at Vagabond Voices and Communications Manager for the Scottish Poetry Library) around Faslane, home of the UK’s nucelar deterrent, with this podcast from the SPL.
I
about right for these parts
mostly birch
some oak
my living room
where the white hind has
scented me
though I’m glassed in
standard class
on the halted train
through Glen Douglas
she follows my gaze
over her shoulder
to hillside bunkers
trots downwind
in the direction of
the sea’s drifting
foam specks
Faslane
while an owl
edits my sleep
an object
XXXV
a thrush is speaking
tarragon in the garden
it’s July 14th
a thrush is speaking all
are born and remain free
and equal in rights
it’d be good to be
smelling buddleia
when the time
little sister
white bone
earth sap
I name it
hidden carefully
gun cache in green
delayed deferred
broken red straw
berry
XXXVII
the President jets off
to a far black country
urges the hungry
to consume
& be his friends
the way a landowner
is friends with his fence
one of the banned
names
lus na fola
blood herb
shepherd’s purse
LVII
birches are shedding august
yellow leaves
the President says
there are solutions
geo-engineering
artificial trees
talismans & atonements
thumbprints of conscience
LXXIX
the Players
begin wakening
stretch to
immediate cafetieres
toast & mobiles
text mntns
meaning not mountains
not Beinn Chaorach
gathering frost
but munitions
the hand that targets
the army
will be cut off
the Leader says
the tree
a spruce
points the first limb
across the fence
If you wish to read the poems in page view, the following link will take you to a PDF – Gerry Loose Poems
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