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Guest Review: Mayhew On Chapman



A Promiscuity of Spines 



Newly arrived in London, I was struck by the constant chatter that stole through the previous occupant’s grey curtains and into my room. Lovers’ tiffs, actual tiffs, drunken revellers tossed from the night buses, all punctuated by the call-to-prayer. Reading ‘Night on 109th Street’ by Irish poet Patrick Chapman, I was gripped by his keen observation of the enforced intimacies of city life. “Forbidden to smoke in the apartment,” the speaker of the poem sits on the roof and watches aeroplanes and fire hydrants, and all the debris of the streets. However, the speaker’s attention soon switches, until he is spying on the neighbours. The activities begin seemingly innocent; the reader hears the “sudden creak of cello” or a football game, but curiosity soon uncovers a driver asking a girl “Baby, how much for a suck?” This penetration of privacy continues, and the speaker watches:

A man in an adjacent building – cooking supper in the nude –
Will later masturbate into his window box nasturtiums.
(‘Night on 109th Street’)

The speaker of the poem sees through the communal/private dichotomy of apartments. The assonance of “masturbate” and “nasturtiums” creates a false kind of smoothness, making the image even more jarring. However, this discomforting voyeurism is reversed in the final stanza:

After I have smoked enough I walk towards the stairs
And climb across the walls by which someone from down below
Found me asleep this morning, in the sunshine, getting burnt.
(‘Night on 109th Street’)  

Here, the visual focus of the poem is reflected back to the speaker. Through sleep, and exposure to the city and the unknown watcher, the speaker of the poem is found to be as vulnerable to the gaze as the neighbours of 109th Street.

Chapman’s poetry is marked by this close observation, which often has a disturbing undertone. The fragmentation of the body is one such reoccurring theme in A Promiscuity of Spines. The collection opens with ‘Love,’ which could be the story of a murder, or simply the removal of an ex-love interest’s possessions from a person’s flat. The speaker relates:

I tucked you underneath my bed:
The closest you had even been
To sleeping with me
(‘Love’)

The familiar comfort in the juxtaposition of “tucked” and “bed” is made sinister by the preposition “underneath.” This domestic setting is marked by fear:

I find you in my headphones
When I listen to the symphony
That used to terrify you.
The silence between movements is like you,
Holding your breath.
(‘Love’)

The ex-object of desire is deconstructed through the poem, ending with silence and the potent suspense of held breath, which seems to also demonstrate the way that language can be used to take things apart. This sense of being unmade is also clear in ‘Backward Child.’ In this poem, the speaker imagines his birth and conception in reverse, ending with the italicised possibility of his coming into being. He describes:

Waters, unbroken again, swirl.
I curl and close my eyes, an embryo.
(‘Backward Child’)

Sound-patterning is very effective here, with the rhyme between “swirl” and “curl” drawing the phrases into themselves, mirroring the reduction of the poem.

            A Promiscuity of Spines is a collection speckled with “you,” exploring the nature of contemporary love. In ‘Easter Comet,’ a woman contracts poison ivy. She is aligned with a comet in the sky:

...seems to call: ‘My jaundiced skin!’
As though the sky has run off with some luminous
            new stranger.
(‘Easter Comet’)

The fact that the comet was a “portent of the plague in other ages” suggests that the woman herself is dangerous, as well as fearless. However, the final stanza is touched with gentle regret:
The tide is rolling out. The sea goes on into the dark
Beyond lighthouses.
(‘Easter Comet’)

The tide suggests a pull across a growing distance, whilst the woman herself is linked to the night through the comet and her “night-dress.” Chapman is skilled at expressing the ways in which people touch each other’s lives. ‘Cicatrice’ reveals how imprints can be left by others. The speaker notes:

Bleeding your wrist on invisible shards
As you opened the frame just a crack for some air,
Letting autumn leaves in from the fingers of trees.
(‘Cicatrice’)

The poet uses the sonnet form effectively, using regular rhythm and internal rhyme, which lulls the reader along. The traditional volta reveals a turn in the sonnet and the lover departs:

You tried often to show me how two falling leaves
Might collide in the rain, on a current, and sail
As one leaf. In the end, Winter rattled us loose.
(‘Cicatrice’) 

These poems often appear to revolve around an absence, whether it’s the lack of truth, “that you left more in me than I ever let on” (‘Cicatrice’), or the presence-as-absence of former lovers, as in the title poem ‘A Promiscuity of spines.’ In a way these poems appear to stand as records, and are coloured by a fear of forgetting. ‘The Forest’ explores the notion of suicide and natural death, personified as a “sniper:”

One day you observe yourself alone
Walking that cold forest in your head.
You never hear the shot. The weapon is not found.
Everything you ever were is buried under the snow.
(‘The Forest’)

This stylised scene betrays a fear of death as the great eraser. The image of the snow acts as an annihilation of the self. However, the act of poetry goes some way towards sustaining the identity of “what’s forgotten by the ones/ Who do not know they have forgotten.”

A Promiscuity of Spines spans six collections, and yet the poetry flows to make a coherent whole. It is a very human collection, and Chapman is skilled at confronting the complexity of emotions through simple scenes, and immortalising them before the fall of numbing snow. 

Jessica Mayhew is a young British poet and reviews for Eyewear.

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