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We're all ageing, all of the time. As a society we're getting even older, but we seldom seem to stop and think about the huge mental and physical changes that happen to us as we get old, or what it's like to live as an old person. The Emma Press Anthology of Age is a collection of poems which challenge, celebrate and give age a voice, finding humour amidst the heartbreak and comfort within the pain.
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The Emma Press Anthology of Age
Poems about Ageing
Edited by Sarah Hesketh
With poems from Sophie F Baker, Aileen Ballantyne, Clare Best, Julia Bird, Sharon Black, Alison Brackenbury, Jo Brandon, Gavin Bryce, Jane Burn, Oliver Comins, Nathan Curnow, Isobel Dixon, Hugh Dunkerley, Robert Hamberger, Rachel Heimowitz, Hilaire, Lynn Hoffman, Holly Hopkins, Sandra Horn, Emma-Jane Hughes, Russell Jones, Melinda Kallasmae, Anja Konig, Joan Lennon, Harry Man, Amy McCauley, Bridget McKenzie, Rob Miles, Cheryl Moskowitz, Jed Myers, Doireann Ní Ghríofa, Susan Taylor and Edward Venning.
Illustrated by Emma Wright.
The Emma Press
Copyright
First published in Great Britain in 2015 by the Emma Press Ltd
Poems copyright © individual copyright holders 2015
Selection and introduction copyright © Sarah Hesketh 2015
Illustrations copyright © Emma Wright 2015
All rights reserved.
The right of Sarah Hesketh to be identified as the editor of this work has been asserted by her in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
Print ISBN978-1-910139-31-8
e-ISBN 978-1-910139-25-7
A CIP catalogue record of this book is available from the British Library.
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Contents
Cover
Title page
Copyright
Introduction by Sarah Hesketh
Nel Mezzo, by Anja Konig
Holding a Stranger’s Hand, by Doireann Ní Ghríofa
Long After Dad Was Grey, by Melinda Kallasmae
I’ve heard of age : how it gobbles the time, by Amy McCauley
Outside the Pub, Hurricane Bawbag, by Russell Jones
The Concert, by Sharon Black
Remembrance, by Russell Jones
Epigenesis, by Edward Venning
Saying My Name, by Robert Hamberger
Kennings, by Bridget McKenzie
The Storm, by Hugh Dunkerley
Last Rites, by Rachel Heimowitz
Knowing the Prognosis, by Clare Best
In the Wars, by Isobel Dixon
Tipping Point, by Holly Hopkins
All Change, by Susan Taylor
Lethe and the Nightingale, by Julia Bird
My Camel, by Emma-Jane Hughes
Hands, by Robert Hamberger
Wood I Gather, by Jed Myers
A Woman Counts Alone in Flat 33, by Sophie F Baker
Waltz, by Hugh Dunkerley
Christmas Lunch at the Nursing Home, by Hilaire
Watching, by Jane Burn
8 a.m., by Alison Brackenbury
Raised Beds, by Rob Miles
Bride, by Gavin Bryce
Survivor, by Isobel Dixon
In the Garden, by Aileen Ballantyne
Soon, by Harry Man
First It’s Just a Couple of Bricks, by Anja Konig
Last Lights, by Lynn Hoffman
Swan Song, by Oliver Comins
Drought, by Cheryl Moskowitz
Dead Penguins, by Nathan Curnow
On the Ferry, by Sandra Horn
To Dust, by Jo Brandon
Later, by Joan Lennon
Acknowledgements, about the editor and illustrator and about the poets
About the Emma Press
Introduction
We’re all ageing, all of the time. You’re doing it right now. Ageing might be said to be the only truly universal experience, and yet most of us live out our lives in denial of it really happening. We privilege the experiences of youth, its appearances and its values, whilst age remains something of a quiet taboo.
In poetry, ageing has proved a difficult topic to tackle without resorting to extremes. Larkin looms large, his Old Fools dribbling and ‘crouching below/Extinction’s alp’. At the other end there’s Dylan Thomas, urging us to rage at the horrid injustice of age. Or Jenny Joseph’s rallying cry for absolute freedom from care or judgement in ‘Warning’. The truth, as ever, is a lot more prosaic: ageing can be fun, and it also can be awful. Experience can bring a kind of freedom, but new responsibilities can emerge at this time of life, both for us and the people around us. More often than not, it’s a mixture of all these things, and being truthful about that difficult mix can make ageing all the easier to enjoy, to endure, to experience.
It was this complex, messy, multi-faceted view of age that I wanted to try and explore when I first pitched the idea of this anthology to Emma Wright. I had a feeling that there would be a strong interest in the subject, that perhaps there weren’t so many outlets for writing about a topic which affects so many of us, in so many different ways. But I don’t think either Emma or I had anticipated the volume of submissions that we would receive, nor how oddly wonderful it would be to see so many people wanting to articulate the same worries and the same experiences. Reading the submitted poems, I felt wrapped in an immense outpouring of solidarity and shared feeling about ageing.
I think this shared sense of ‘It’s ok – me too’ is about as close as I can get to a mission statement for this book. Many of the poems we read showed the speaker trying to deal with the ageing of a loved one. We could have published a whole anthology of poems simply about dementia and care homes, but I think the poems we have here, such as Sharon Black’s ‘The Concert’ and Hilaire’s ‘Christmas Lunch at the Nursing Home’ illuminate this kind of experience with real detail and honesty. Memory loss and the subsequent breakdowns in communication that can happen also appeared again and again. Perhaps it’s not surprising to find that poets are particularly concerned with how our relationship with language can change as we get older. Bridget McKenzie’s ‘Kennings’ and Julia Bird’s dizzying, fragmented rearrangement of Keats’ ‘Ode to a Nightingale’ both explore how language can become something physical, something to be worked and moulded anew.
