I remember reading Rumi and thinking how very much akin it was to white water rafting. Great poetry is like that, leaving you breathless. There are astonishments, surprises that transform to deeply felt truths, playfulness that you surrender to, insights that the mind revels in, and repeats to itself for pleasure. But while I have read poetry that made me want to instantly relay it to everyone I knew, there have been few books about poetry and poets, except for some haiku ones, which have had the same impact. Enter Josephine Hart’s, “Catching Life by the Throat”. You may know Josephine Hart as the author of “Damage”, that slight, taut, dark, twisted and brilliant tale of want and betrayal. That’s how I knew her. But this book, with the byline, “How to read a poem and why”, is something else. Eight poets are selected, W.H. Auden, Emily Dickinson, T.S. Eliot, Rudyard Kipling, Philip Larkin, Marianne Moore, Sylvia Plath and William Butler Yeats. For each, there is an introductory essay of a couple of pages or so, and then a couple more introducing the poems selected. But you are in the hands of a master. This is cogent prose at its best; you are spellbound. Josephine Hart knows her subject, and has just the telling anecdote or quote placed so as to be both insightful and delectable. Take, for example, her opening lines to her essay on T.S. Eliot:
Virginia Woolf to T.S. Eliot: ‘We are not as good as Keats”. T.S. Eliot to Virginia Woolf: ‘Oh yes, we are. We are trying something harder.’ Checkmate!
Hooked? I was. And then on to being treated to how The Wasteland came to be:
It was to have as editor one of the great literary midwives in the history of poetry – the amazing Ezra Pound. When he read it for the first time he wrote to Eliot, ‘Complimenti, you bitch. I am wracked by the seven jealousies.’ What poet wouldn’t be?
Such gems abound. For Sylvia Plath, a man saying, after a reading, “This is the first time I’ve ever been frightened by poetry.” But let me stop. The point is made. Read the book.
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