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Anna Jackson - Catullus for Children

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Caught between the two cities of Hamilton and Wellington, poet Anna Jackson returns to her favourite themes of domestic life, her children and the Russian poet she loves in Catullus for Children. In the first part of Catullus for Children, Anna Jackson adapts some of Catulluss famous verse to the playground, sharply noting the obsessions and the preoccupations of her children in poems with titles like War and Party. The Treehouse is a further selection of poems on family life: affectionate, amused and wistful. In The Happiness of Poets, the Russians talk and sing and play games with words, and finally in Stow Stay, the family moves south, packs up and gets ready for a new life, every step an arrival. The poems in Catullus are full of tenderness and delight in the childs world, but they also suggest fear and anxiety at its fragility and a knowledge that children soon grow up and take on the burdens of adulthood.

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catullus for children
for Simon, Johnny and Elvira and for Cam and Larissa, with love and cutlery A quotation is like a cicada. Its natural state is that of unceasing sound. Having once seized hold of the air, it will not let go. Osip Mandelstam
Some of these poems have previously appeared in Brief, Landfall, Heat, JAAM, Poetry NZ, NZ Listener, Trout and Sport. Thank you more than anything to Tracey Williams, whose necklace imagery was hanging at my back when I started writing stow stay, and who has made the cover images especially for this book.
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Who am I writing this poetry for For the unacknowledged poets of the world you - photo 1
Who am I writing this poetry for? For the unacknowledged poets of the world you geniuses who speak poetry before prose, whose narratives incorporate vast geographies, whose plots can turn and stop like no earthly vehicle.
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Who am I writing this poetry for For the unacknowledged poets of the world you - photo 1
Who am I writing this poetry for? For the unacknowledged poets of the world you geniuses who speak poetry before prose, whose narratives incorporate vast geographies, whose plots can turn and stop like no earthly vehicle.

How can I think it is good enough for you? Its just fuel to pack up for the future with your mandarins and yoghurt there is poetry in the peel you toss aside, you have your own Catulluses already inside.

I found a couple of some feathers from a bird. I pretended it was a real bird. But we saw it was a pretend bird. It looked like a real bird but it was a pretend bird. So we put it in my breadbin.

It looked like it was a real bird. It was by the grass near the hole that we put the tadpoles in. So we put the breadbin somewhere else by the wall out on the front deck. And the breadbin was on the wood that was far up. It wasnt low down, it was up. Under the other deck, it wasnt on there, it was on the front deck, not the back deck.

We had two decks. Thats the end of the story.

Your mum and dad had to marry, to make you but did they at the threshold look back do you think, did they wish just a bit not to leave their childhoods behind? You would. Though youd throw yourself into your marriage, just as they did your mums great long dress trailing a silver trail, your dads face shaven like an egg, no a jewel And then home, where they get to work making each other happy till theyre worn out, and ready to wheel in your life.
Look at you, home from Hamilton like a god! All the children of the cul-de-sac come running, as if you were bringing back dust from the moon, or had at least travelled by aeroplane and eaten off plastic trays. In your vivid narratives, Hamilton might as well be the moon, or a comic-book Mars where anything might happen.

And the sun has come out! And the tui is singing! And even the grass is rolling about in waves and waves of laughter! How glorious to be you, home from Hamilton like a god! Though Id rather be Theresa, Jason, Punam and Aman, falling down laughing into the laughing grass, limbs sprawled out to soak up the celebrating sun, ears roaring with rapture and eyes gazing on you, dazzled

You tell them everything they want to know about Hamilton the sparrows that ate from our fingertips and nestled on our shoulders, the house we lived in, full of temples and flaming torches and bronze busts, all held up by marble pillars, and the yacht we had to sail about on the Waikato river in. You tell them everything they want to know about the yacht how she sailed swifter than the wind, her ropes and boom and sails and things talking with creaks and flaps and that sort of thing in a language only you could understand. You sailed home in her, in fact, up the Waikato to Auckland, into the harbour and right up into the culvert behind our cul-de-sac, shes moored there now! Oh why do they have to ruin everything, asking to go for a sail? Why turn glory into dust? Have they no sense of occasion? They dont deserve to come even on your flights of fancy; as for sailing on your yacht, theyd be seasick the minute they left solid ground. Tell them that.
Look at you! As soon as we touch the school grounds, you start to change your legs lengthen, your whole body quivers, are you turning into a deer? You flee from me, who some time did me seek wait just a minute! I only want a thousand kisses and then a hundred more, and then just one more thousand and a hundred added to that, and if we add some thousands more, who would be able to count? We could kiss a million times and no one could tell! A billion and the whirl of mouths would make such a force field it would propel you into class invisible, but on arrival, such a star.
Theres this boy Rufus in your class and he is so cool, everyone wants to play with him.
Theres this boy Rufus in your class and he is so cool, everyone wants to play with him.

But half the time, he is writing poetry, not just on scraps of paper but in handmade books all bound together with bits of leather and ribbon. Ribbon! Everyone wants to play with him, but he is writing poetry. And the poems are so bad, a new entrant could do better. But he is never happy, unless he is writing poetry. And you should see him then, the sun shines on him, his eyes go all cloudy, his ears are all deaf, he chews pencils into shreds, stares through walls, through the teacher, and when he writes, his hand whirls across the page like a swarm of locusts, he breathes in great gusts of air, his hair flops over the page, hes like some sort of god! Who cares about the poetry, you all want to be poets.

Look at you, on your bed, listening to the Beatles.

Yesterday, the sun shone on you you knocked on Theresas door and she came running it was a good game you made up, and she wanted to be Bomber Stars assistant, yesterday. Today, she wants to play with this boy Rufus, and you wouldnt beg to join in for all the Pokemon figures ever catalogued, your tears wouldnt wet a bacterium, youre not playing with her till every grain of iron sand on Karekare beach has been washed away to America and back. Shell be sorry. It was a good game, Bomber Star. Shell be begging to play it with you.

Who is this boy, Rufus, anyway, and why is he always smiling? Here you are ready for war and what does he do but smile at you with his nice white teeth.

And Theresa and Jason and Punam and Aman are all smiling too, as if they were in some dumb photograph! But theres no photographer and no happy occasion, just some dumb boy Rufus, calling out hello as if you too were going to run over, lick his boots and play with him. Would he smile at a funeral? Probably if it was your one.

Look at you, waging so fierce a war on this foe youd do anything to befriend. Out you march, iambics bristling! I cant print the things youre calling him, this quiet cul-de-sac has never known such a storm, you are thunder and lightning all rolled into one. No wonder Rufus is slow to launch himself forth, a lost and shaky barque to be broken on an angry ocean. Will he come out, or escape days storms by choosing everlasting night? Come out, Rufus, and fight!
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