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I'm not sure. I was thinking I'll go with Death of a Naturalist because most of the poems in there are familiar to me and then pick something new for my 2014 challenge.
I'm going to check my local bookstore or the library sometime this week as they always stocked a lot of Heaney.


I will check out my library but I'm undecided at the moment. I might see if there is a book that has more members reading it and pick that!

You would think that would be true around here too with Harvard not so far away but sadly no.
I might just read some of his poems online.

You would think that would be true around here too with Harvard not..."
Nothing at all?
Having browsed his collections, I want to read Death of a Naturalist but my library doesn't have it. Trying to decide if I should get it on kindle or not.

You would think that would be true around here too w..."
Nothing at all?"
Oh, I am sure that the bookstores in Harvard Square have some but out here in the suburbs there isn't much poetry of any kind for sale. I could get something from the library but for now I will stick to the poems online.

I'm just using the links I posted in the Poetry Chat thread (message #2)

Leslie wrote: "Alannah wrote: "Do you have any links Leslie?"
I'm just using the links I posted in the Poetry Chat thread (message #2)"
Thanks.
I'm just using the links I posted in the Poetry Chat thread (message #2)"
Thanks.


I just read the poem Death of a Naturalist - hilarious!

edit: this podcast seems to have been taken off the website in the meantime, however there is another one from 2010 here

I'll see if I can find it online.


All my Seamus Heaney stuff is back home in Ireland but I've managed to pick up another copy of Death of a Naturalist so I'll be reading that this time around.
Hoping to start reading mid month.
Elaine
I feel like I should point out that my accent is nowhere near that strong, haha! That accent is typical of County Londonderry/Derry.
It is a great recording though.
It is a great recording though.

Hahaha - that happens to me too!

It is a great recording though."
I really shouldn't be caught saying this but: I prefer it to the Fermanagh accent where I spend most of my time in Northern Ireland. (and now let's just pray my friend Sally never visits this thread ;)
I had a lot of people wondering why my accent wasn't like Nadine Coyle's when I went to university.

It is a great recording though."
I really shou..."
CAUGHT!!! Lol. Did you get a chance to read any in the collection I 'borrowed' from school. I'm going to dip in there.

It is a great recording though."
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Darn it, well, I should have known ;) I didn't really, but I got The Spirit Level from my library and am now slowly reading my way through it. What was that collection called again?

A Sofa in the Forties
All of us on the sofa in a line, kneeling
Behind each other, eldest down to youngest,
Elbows going like pistons, for this was a train
And between the jamb-wall and the bedroom door
Our speed and distance were inestimable,
First we shunted, then we whistled, then
Somebody collected the invisible
For tickets and very gravely punched it
As carriage after carriage under us
Moved faster, chooka-chook, the sofa legs
Went giddy and the unreachable ones
Far out on the kitchen floor began to wave.
*
Ghost-train? Death-gondola? The carved, curved ends,
Black leatherette and ornate gauntness of it
Made it seem the sofa had achieved
Flotation. Its castors on tiptoe,
Its braid and fluent backboard gave it airs
Of superannuated pageantry:
When visitors endured it, straight-backed,
When it stood off in its own remoteness,
When the insufficient toys appeared on it
On Christmas mornings, it held out as itself,
Potentially heavenbound, earthbound for sure,
Among things that might add up or let you down
*
We entered history and ignorance
Under the wireless shelf. Yippee-i-ay,
Sang 'The Riders of the Range'. HERE IS THE NEWS,
Said the absolute speaker. Between him and us
A great gulf was fixed where pronunciation
Reigned tyrannically. The aerial wire
Swept from a treetop down in through a hole
Bored in the windowframe. When it moved in wind,
The sway of language and its furtherings
Swept and swayed in us like nets in water
Or the abstract, lonely curve of distant trains
As we entered history and ignorance.
*
We occupied our seats with all our might,
Fit for the uncomfortableness.
Constancy was its own reward already.
Out in front, on the big upholstered arm,
Somebody craned to the side, driver or
Fireman, wiping his dry brow with the air
Of one who had run the gauntlet. We were
The last thing on his mind, it seemed; we sensed
A tunnel coming up where we'd pour through
Like unlit carriages through fields at night,
Our only job to sit, eyes straight ahead,
And be transported and make engine noise.
The reason why I came back to this is because eventhough it starts so playful and innocent it then slowly changes and grows darker, heavier and I for a while wasn't really sure what I was reading anymore.
Doing some research on it today I came across interpretations that simply regard it as childhood nostalgie and others that thought it juxtaposes the make-believe play of the children with the terror of Jewish people being transported to their death. (Hence, A Sofa in the Forties)
Any thoughts?

More specifically, I've taken the reference to 'the gulf where pronunciation reigned tyrannically' as relating to the troubles in Ireland,and how your accent defines you.
I've always found it an unsettling poem.

That's exactly how I read it Gill, yet the forties were strongly defined by World War II, so eventhough the reference to the deportation trains had escaped me, I guess a society shaped by WWII along with the inner conflict Northern Ireland was facing, is the reality that sofa was traveling towards.

Anyway I read "Digging" yesterday evening and it took me right back to studying Heaney in school and I still love it.
Looking forward to spending some time with the other poems.
My copy of Death of a Naturalist arrived this morning as well. It is teeny tiny, going to read some this afternoon with a cup of tea

Sounds like the perfect combination Heather.
Heather wrote: "My copy of Death of a Naturalist arrived this morning as well. It is teeny tiny, going to read some this afternoon with a cup of tea"
Sounds lovely, enjoy!
Sounds lovely, enjoy!



I'm enjoying flicking through my boom. I didn't get to sit with my tea as suddenly a pile of errands appeared. I fade read a few. My favourite so far is Mid-Term Break. I can't link as on app but this is an outstanding poem and I'd urge you to look it up and read it. So powerful!

I remembered somebody had posted it because I read it then and thought it was amazing. I showed it to my boyfriend and he was impressed as well
Also, thanks for the links. Will listen to that audio later. I do love hearing poets read their work aloud. It helps with knowing where the intonation and pauses should be which I think aids the understanding of the poem

That's correct, Jenny. I've had it on my Kindle for many months now, but keep getting diverted by other reads.


Heaney wrote it for Osip Mandelstam a poet that had deeply influenced him and whom he admired. Mandelstam, who died in one of Stalins Siberian work camps where he was sent due to his 'counterrevolutonary' activities, was simply called 'M.' by his wife Nadezhda Mandelstam which is also the title of Seamus Heaney's poem.
M.
When the deaf phonetician spread his hand
Over the dome of a speaker’s skull
He could tell which dipthhong and which vowel
By the bone vibrating to the sound.
A globe stops spinning. I set my palm
On a contour cold as permafrost
And imagine axle-hum and the steadfast
Russian of Osip Mandelstam.
Books mentioned in this topic
Agamemnon (other topics)District and Circle (other topics)
North (other topics)
The Spirit Level (other topics)
Death of a Naturalist (other topics)
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Authors mentioned in this topic
Osip Mandelstam (other topics)Nadezhda Mandelstam (other topics)
Which book did you pick?