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Poems and Notes - N.S.A. Parsons
Poems and Notes
N.S.A. Parsons
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Preface
My birth was traumatic: for I was premature; and my mother, with a lack of confidence and ambivalence that was my own inheritance, bled dangerously. I was born by caesarean section; livid, and dying for breath as she was for blood. Her own mother (whose memory was vague) had died when she was a girl; and her father, a veterinary surgeon, in the year that I was born. It was said we were deeply alike, turbulent and intense; but my grandfather was violent, while my violence was always contained. What he denied my mother she gave to me. My father, also a surgeon, was an orphan; though without bereavement, for he never knew his parents. His qualities were equanimity and independence: a foil for my mother’s emotionality. His detachment was something I always admired, and my mother said that there was something about him of the Edwardian schoolboy; ‘like a child playing alone on the seashore …’ A childlikeness that is the most endearing of human qualities, with its carelessness and preoccupation; which makes the life of Newton, for me, the most affecting of all stories.
Of my early life I remember little; and my school days I left without regret: my only acquirement a reputation for buffoonery and underachievement. It was after leaving school that I felt, for the first time, the absence of identity whose fear constrains me still. It was then that I began to read in earnest. And in the summer of that year I was offered, by chance, the opportunity of a holiday: an art tour to Italy. Of art or Italy I knew little; but it was to be an encounter which initiated in me, through the revelation of unimagined sensations, a new and larger existence. An experience that lives more vividly for me than any other; so formative of what I love that it calls to me still, like a longing for myself.
University was the beginning of a long and bitter trial, of alienation and emptiness; precipitated by my own behaviour: the beginning of a search for identity through the working out of my unhappiness - a preoccupation that has never left me. For four years thereafter I drifted; in a state of indetermination; pathetically unable, or unready, to decide on a course of life. I was galvanised, finally, to join the Metropolitan police: a career I continue to regard with both gratitude and regret. Later, during a typical period of disillusion, I obtained special leave, and lived for a short time in Rome. Attending a language school, I discovered another life, amongst foreign students; travellers and flotsam like myself. But I was disciplined to explore, and followed an exceptional guidebook through hours of walks and study, alone. In quiet streets, around silent churches, along lonely walls, my individual history dissolved, and I forgot myself in the deep stillness of Time. Eighteen months after my return I married.
Beyond my father and mother, no one has influenced me as the authors I have read. F.L. Lucas, with whom my grandfather corresponded, and the late, modern British school of psychoanalysis; Donald Winnicott, Charles Rycroft and Anthony Storr: who, with their humanity, and feeling for art and ethics, have so shaped and refined me that I will be always indebted to them for their example as men. With these I wish to include a list of the artists that have meant most to me. For this reason: that I have been created through my contact with them; as touchstones, against whom I have discovered my reality; particularly during the unhappier periods of my life: Nietzsche (‘Ecce Homo’ and ‘The Twilight of the Idols’); Shelley and Byron (in Italy); G. M. Hopkins; Shakespeare (‘Othello’, ‘Anthony and Cleopatra’ and (Burton’s) ‘Coriolanus’); and on Shakespeare, Harold Bloom. Constable and Turner; Claude and Van Ruisdael; Velasquez and Caravaggio. Beethoven (the violin concerto and piano music); Brahms; and Schubert (the late works). Although I have come to desire, like Nietzsche, what is lighter and