John Levett\u2019s poems present themselves in armatures of assertive rhyme and metre. To my taste, this can become oppressive, but Levett rhymes with great skill and verbal resource, and often to powerful effect. For example, in \u201cTourniquets\u201d, commended in the 2005 National Poetry Competition, the way he weaves long, complex sentences through a demanding rhyme pattern powerfully builds and controls the imaginative pressure. Still more impressive in this way was \u201cFive Barred Gate\u201d, with its virtuoso handling of a complex metrical and stanzaic form. In \u201cSalix Contorta\u201d what the poet calls his \u201ctrellised song\u201d is paralleled to the willow\u2019s twisting round a wire frame, and the sting in the poem\u2019s tale – a reference to the poet\u2019s own death – is both lightened and sharpened by the wit of this conceit and by the dancing metre.<\/p>\n
Wit is a recurrent pleasure in the volume, reflecting the unsentimentality and the sharp intelligence with which Levett confronts the world. In poems about pain and death, drug addiction or suicide, it becomes stoical or mordant; in others it is light, as in \u201ctides in salt-white ankle-socks \/ Step daintily among the rocks\u201d. Wit in this example takes the form of a visual image, and the element of Levett\u2019s writing that gave me most sustained pleasure was the almost photographic sharpness of the imagery in poem after poem. The volume is full of vivid impressions of the objects among and by which we live. Levett suggests whole lives by meditating on humble things like a pair of old canvas shoes, or a harmonica, or on an oddity like a philandering shoemaker uncle\u2019s iron last, but he is equally at home with contemporary motorbike technology and pharmacology. Perhaps there is a link between the emphasis on craft in his own writing and this responsiveness to the things people make and use. \u201cTaking Pains\u201d, perhaps the finest poem in the book, rejoices in a painting by the poet\u2019s son: \u201cmy eyes adore what his hands have done\u201d. Wonder at the way the painting simultaneously takes wing from and breaks free of the labour of its composition becomes a metaphor for the miracle of the son\u2019s own rising on and flying free of his upbringing:<\/p>\n
.<\/span> \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 nothing can prepare us for the man I would like to thank\u00a0Acumen for permission to reprint this review, which I wrote for issue 68.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" John Levett\u2019s poems present themselves in armatures of assertive rhyme and metre. To my taste, this can become oppressive, but Levett rhymes with great skill and verbal resource, and often to powerful effect. For example, in \u201cTourniquets\u201d, commended in the 2005 National Poetry Competition, the way he weaves long, complex sentences through a demanding rhyme […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[71],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-431","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-john-levett"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/431"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=431"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/431\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1402,"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/431\/revisions\/1402"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=431"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=431"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/edmundprestwich.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=431"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWho comes as only revelation can
\nAnd shrugs out of this canvas to assume
\nThe coat of light that fills our living room.<\/p>\n