Launch
speech:
Jane Williams' Begging
the Question
(Ginninderra Press 2008)
10 April 2008, Hobart
Bookshop
When Jane asked me if I would
launch this wonderful little book, I felt that I owed her one. I was feeling guilty for
having knocked back her request that Cornford Press publish her Crying in Public Places
in 2004. This decision had nothing to do with the quality of the poems, which were
excellent, but it was merely an unfortunate matter of timing, as I had made the decision
not to publish any more books, just before her request arrived. Had I kept going for
another year, there is no doubt that Jane’s would have been one of those collections
chosen. I had not been aware of her first book, which won the Anne Elder award for a first
volume, and so the manuscript of Crying in Public Places came out of the blue, as
it were. I was very impressed with it, certainly more than I have been with any other
manuscript submitted to Cornford Press by a writer whose work I had not been familiar
with. Of course, having met Jane, having heard her read at the Tasmanian Poetry Festival,
and being therefore sufficiently aware of her work to keep an eye open for her name in
journals, I soon remedied my ignorance.
So it is certainly not out of a
sense of guilt alone that I am here before you, but primarily because I have become even
more of a fan of Jane’s poetry each time I encounter some. Hers is an important
voice, a voice which chronicles, explores and celebrates the world we live in not only by
what it says but more significantly by how it says it. She has a wonderful capacity for
catching the precise, telling detail and presenting it in the perfect nuance of tone.
Examples of this facility abound in Begging the Question, but here are a few: from
“Some Towns”:
- and neighbours who know enough
to know timing changes eveything
- when to call the cops when to
mind your own and when exactly when
- to put the kettle on
and then there’s the
“lolly pink backpack” in “Groupie”, the “red lace curtains”
in “Deviations on Home” and lots more.
Actually, the title of that
last poem also tells us a great deal about Jane’s approach to poetry. Most writers
would have been content to call the piece “Variations on Home”, but Jane
squeezes the language just that bit further to get the tastier juice out of it. At times
she does this in a playful mood, as when she says that the right poem can “bring a
dogma to heel”, or when in “Churches of the Developed World” she refers to
“salivation” in a context in which we might be expecting “salvation”.
At other times the felicitous choice of words reinforces the emotional strength of an
image, as, for example, when the young couple in the bottle shop (in “Days of
Hope”) converse in “silver-lined whispers”.
If I could, without sounding
too pompous, make a general observation on the state of poetry in Australia today, there
are far too many “good” poems. What I mean is that too many poems are written
within the acceptable boundaries of what poems are supposed to be like. There is an
insidious and politely ignored suffocation implicit in this phenomenon. Whilst I am not
advocating complete anarchy, I scan the pages of anthologies and journals, often in vain,
for those poems which break out of the constraints of what I would call “meritorious
mediocrity”.
Jane Williams’s poems do
break out, and for this we should all be grateful. They break out, first of all, from the
confines of the ego. This is one of the most life-threatening forces working against
contemporary poetry. If I read another poem which concerns itself primarily with the
poet’s feelings, I’ll track down the perpetrator and inflict some sort of
appropriate punishment. That is not to say, of course, that there is no place for the
presence of the poet in the poem. Jane is very strongly a presence in her poems and they
are the more interesting for that. She is, however, their cause without being their
reason. These poems are always reaching out: out to other strongly delineated individuals,
to friends and family, to history, to the physical and social worlds she inhabits.
They also break out, as I
indicated before, from the confines imposed by safe, politely understated diction. Her
tone, while always spot-on, is variously modulated. This allows her to go beyond the sort
of writing where (to quote a line from “The Land of Just Right”) “nothing
is too big small hot cold high or low.” Because she has the ability to pitch her
language so accurately (in other words, she writes with her ear — by far the most
important organ for a poet) she can tackle the poetic presentation of a variety of
situations, characters, events and settings. So these poems also break out from the
constraints imposed by what sometimes appears to me to be a consensus, even a conspiracy,
as to what constitutes proper raw material for poetry.
To say that this book is
published by Ginninderra Press means not having to spell out that it is stylishly designed
and handsomely presented. I congratulate Ginninderra for having the sense and good
judgement to go where I was unable to go four years ago, and, more importantly, I
congratulate Jane Williams on a remarkable collection which I am pleased to launch and to
commend to you wholeheartedly.