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Ventriloquise
Ventriloquise
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Ned Denny's startling new collection recalls what Heidegger says in his essay on H lderlin about the poet, of all mortals, reaching most deeply into the abyss. In what does this abyss, the "world's night," consist? In the fact that the gods have departed, and in the rootless, heaven-proof and now worldwide technocracy forged in their absence. Yet the poet is also the one who sees, in that night, the lost gods' traces, and there are glimpses here "through a veil of names" of nature's saving radiance, of the indestructible delicacy of Claude's last landscape, of a "wild grin of insect glee" just beyond the confines of sleep. As Denny's adept voice 'throws' itself into and through other texts, forms, places, things and times including works by Heine, classical Chinese poets, Pindar, Ronsard, H lderlin, Mallarmé , Victor Hugo and Lorca it becomes clear that the fathoming of our iron age is inseparable from the coming dawn.
LanguageEnglish
Release dateSep 28, 2023
ISBN9781800173323
Ventriloquise
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Ned Denny

Ned Denny was born in London in 1975. His debut poetry collection, Unearthly Toys: Poems & Masks, was published by Carcanet in 2018 and awarded the Seamus Heaney Prize for Best First Collection the following year. B (After Dante), a version of the Divine Comedy, appeared in 2021. This is his third book.

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    Ventriloquise - Ned Denny

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    Ventriloquise

    NED DENNY

    CARCANET POETRY

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    Ventriloquism – the art or practice of speaking or producing sounds in such a manner that the voice appears to proceed from some person or object other than the speaker… (OED).

    I am crucified with Christ: nevertheless I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me… (Galatians 2:20).6

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    Contents

    Title Page

    Epigraph

    I.Mode of the Orphan/Time to Die

    Breath-Manifester

    Two Poems After Ronsard

    Chattels (Civitas Dei)

    Blaze

    Equinox

    Arrest

    Florescens

    Found Poem (Deity or Sacred Puma)

    Three Songs for the Turning Year

    Night

    Opium & Death

    Five Poems After Wang Wei

    Bycatch

    Mughal Shade

    Fone World (Civitas Diaboli)

    Ithaca

    Song

    Maker

    Heaven

    Clareaudience

    Blue Skies

    Double

    On Reading A Treatise of Civil Power

    To the Fates

    Replying to Subprefect Zhang

    Opening the Mouth

    Dusk: An Antique Song8

    II.Mode of the Flowers/Alive, Alive-O

    January

    A Dam

    Atlantis

    Minoan

    Vigil

    Two Poems After Mallarmé

    Reading

    DMT (Omphalos)

    Psilocybin

    Two Zen Poems

    Realm

    June

    Cubist Painting

    Two Poems After Neruda

    Talisman

    Lapis

    Comedy

    Full Moon in Lent

    Two Deathbed Sonnets After Ronsard

    Black and White

    Potsherds

    And the Matter of the Hour Is as a Twinkling of the Eye

    Wild Child

    Redpilled

    Twilight

    Iron Age

    Posthumous

    Notes

    About the Author

    Copyright

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    Ventriloquise

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    To use words but rarely

    is to be natural;

    abstaining from speech

    marks him who is

    obeying the spontaneity

    of his nature (this

    was an old saying,

    notes the translator, "which

    Lao-tze found and adopted");

    use words sparingly,

    and then all things

    will fall into place.

    *

    The poet writes, as I

    think Cocteau has Orpheus

    say, yet he is not

    a writer; lies talk loud

    but are weak, the truth

    seems weak but is strong;

    the secret’s revealed

    to the one who knows how

    to keep silent in song.

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    I

    Mode of the Orphan/Time to Die14

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    Breath-Manifester

    Each bared morning is a fine time to die,

    Leaving the town’s ornate maze for the level

    Expanse of those lit and flesh-eating fields, the

    Clouds that turn like ghost machines, the antic

    Tremendous woods where Pan’s breath on your heart

    Recharms a flame from its grey-furred ember.

    I’ll wear my belt blazoned with Alpha Centauri,

    For luck, whilst you’ll surely sport that Oxfam scarf

    In whose puce stitch some crone has worked G.I.

    E. (Glory To The Most High). Time to die, to be

    Disturbed by the one re-re-repeated Word

    Fanfared by each time-warping bird, each fierce leaf

    Or pimped bud that is but love’s newest halloo

    Over the heads of the dead and alive, alive-O.

    laughing, you’ll lurch and say or

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