Until Before After



Carson is a poet of sustained authority and resourcefulness, arguably the best writing in English to have emerged in the past twenty-five years.
— Michael Hinds, The Irish Times

A mere nine months since the publication of On the Night Watch (and that book appeared within a year of his acclaimed For All We Know and Collected Poems), Until Before After accumulates as an intriguing meditation on the passage of time and the persistence of love. Miraculously, this ever-shapeshifting author distils form to a new austerity while comprehending the ‘imponderable / toll time // takes’. Acts of recreation and creation, of forgetting and remembering, fathom ‘the mine-shaft // of until’ and relate how the present moment is constantly threatened — and, by definition, defeated. ‘Otherwise / is where we are,’ he writes, following a series of heart-rending hospital scenes, before ‘both took that step / over a threshold’ in an instance of recovery and return, a haunting presence and continuing present, that prevails in a shared intimacy of feeling and the single notes that become a music that is made and played together.

Lingering on the threshold

In recent years Ciaran Carson has written books of poetry that are determinedly books rather than collections. Each has its own sound and rhythm, and each has an intricate coherence. Until Before After . . . is a tender, sometimes melancholy book, and it is one of Carson’s most brilliant. The deliberate hesitancy of these poems takes them again and again to the ‘threshold’ of enlightenment, or the possibility of hearing something that language cannot say. Until Before After never crosses that threshold, but it reaches its own summit. It is a book constructed with an intelligent complexity that leads to the purest of poetic simplicity. Even by Carson’s high standards, it is a wonderful achievement.

— Colin Graham, The Irish Times

The poems here are made up of short couplets
dominated by a haunting use of monosyllables, so that sentences are slowed right down and the gradual unfolding of syntax allows possible meanings to emerge and flicker past: “Through swing // door after swing / door I follow // him until / where he is to // leave me as I leave / well after midnight // it is so quiet in / the hospital . . .” Here familiar phrases become disjointed and individual words are carefully foregrounded before their place in the sentence becomes apparent. An extraordinarily prolific writer, Carson has always been fascinated by form, each book adopting a fresh architecture, a fresh way of shaping and arranging his material; this new collection is divided into three impressively crafted sections, each consisting of 17 groups of three poems.The opening group establishes the central theme of death and grieving — “His last words // were the story is not / over” — and the book is full of an obsession with minute shifts in time and memory, the rhythms of forgetting and recalling, with calibrating the quiet processes of loss, “that without you / I still see // you as hooked / to the life- // supporting apparatus / you looked at / me as I looked at / you as you // smiled . . .”

— Charles Bainbridge, The Guardian

Year Published: 2010
Details: 128pp
ISBN PBK: 978 1 85235 490 9
ISBN HBK: 978 1 85235 491 6

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