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- Herausgeber: The Poetry Business
- Kategorie: Poesie und Drama
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022
One Language is a remarkable debut collection. From the perspective of a female photojournalist, these concise but complex and insightful poems draw on first-hand experience of war to explore how damage is generated and perpetuated. The book's title expresses the contradiction between the lingua franca of photography and the equally universal language of violence. One Language comes to an understanding of personal history and global conflict in poetry that is as immediate and evocative as the most urgent of dispatches.
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One Language
Published 2022 by The Poetry Business
Campo House,
54 Campo Lane,
Sheffield S1 2EG
www.poetrybusiness.co.uk
Copyright © Anastasia Taylor-Lind 2022
The moral rights of the author have been asserted.
ISBN 978-1-914914-10-2
eBook ISBN 978-1-914914-11-9
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Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise), without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book.
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The Poetry Business gratefully acknowledges the support of Arts Council England.
For my heroic and brilliant Mum
Contents
Rewind
1st Nat Geo Assignment
Editing
Field Notes
October 27th 2020, 7am
09.05
11.36
14.15
16.00
16.57
17.21
17.45
18.10
22.30
Stories
Ajdabiya
Al Hikma Hospital
Welcome to Donetsk
In a town recently re-taken by the army
Translating Cause of Death
Shooting
Stories No One Wants To Hear
i–xii
Spring 1941
Spring 2011
Acknowledgements
Captions
Rewind
It’s 9/11 the first time you stay.
In the morning you bring Taliban poems back to bed.
I drink cardamom coffee and you read their tender lines
‘May you not be hungry in the desert, my dear’.
Their loving as ordinary as ours.
I see wilding men shouldering RPGs by the swimming pool
of a warlord’s compound and think they’re beautiful,
watch a dentist fall to Earth from an aeroplane undercarriage
rising over Kabul.
Human payload slipping from the landing gear,
falling through swipes, scrolls and clicks.
Rewind the tapes, see the little man flying upwards,
returning to his life,
rewind the tapes.
Like Bruegel’s Icarus, he touches down with a splash
in a rooftop water tank 4km away,
his suffering unnoticed
except for a casual cell phone recording.
Twenty years ago, the twin towers man fell too,
twisting and turning, tie fluttering,
past flames and smoke, for a moment head first over Manhattan.
Rewind the tapes, see the little men flying upwards,
returning to their lives,
rewind the tapes.
We lie under a marigold-embroidered bedspread
bought in Afghanistan.
I’m afraid of you,
not you exactly, but of falling for you.
My old friend Tom took me on that shopping trip
in an armoured vehicle with his bodyguard
and I remembered the summer before the end of uni,
how he and I sat up late, drinking Jameson,
listening to Johnny Cash
and imagining our own deaths,
together, somewhere in a dusty alley,
all golden light, slow motion and elevated camera angles.
We took it in turns who was doing the dying
and who was doing the cradling.
1st Nat Geo Assignment
Where the rivers meet, I watch two policemen
prod a baby with sticks,
its plump white body bobbing face down in the cold water,
swimmers crawling past a few metres away.
Another woman looks on from the flood barrier
with crossed arms.
Probably a girl, she says as the men continue to fish,
