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Eleanor Rees
Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice (Salt, 2019) and her fifth collection Tam Lin of the Winter Park, in which these poems will appear, is forthcoming from Guillemot Press in May, 2022. Eleanor is senior lecturer in creative writing at Liverpool Hope University and lives in Liverpool.

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Three Poems

Poetry

April 2022

Eleanor Rees

Poetry

April 2022

ESCAPE AT RED ROCKS   I am the colour of the outside, a stillness moving like a winter tide, a new shoreline in formation,...

poetry

September 2012

Mainline Rail

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

Back-to-backs, some of the last, and always just below the view   a sunken tide of regular sound west...

Two hundred names are inscribed in a totemic list that opens Alice Oswald’s Memorial The deaths of the Greek heroes, recounted over 400 pages in the Iliad, are stunningly compressed across four double pages Their deaths are a foregone conclusion; but their capitalised names, framed by the blankness of the page, carry the hefty weight of each man’s life The second part of the poem, which recounts the heroes’ often unheroic traits, lays bare the insanity of war; the blind momentum that turns a man into ‘a terrible numbness / Turned inside-out and taking over everything’ In the Homeric myth, war is second nature, a duty assumed by the warrior, undeterred by the destruction reaped Soldiers ‘hurried to darkness’, race into the arms of death, the noble seal of defending one’s country For Simone Weil, writing on the eve of the Second World War, there was no terrible beauty to be born of combat War, that supposed leveller of class and race, is seen as a systematic machine that levels interiority and petrifies everyone in its midst In Oswald’s poem each forsaken soldier is given their due, which is to say, their doomed leave-taking In the Greek myths death is the unflinching end, the future for the soldier born under its sign The Greeks conducted wars, Weil writes, as ‘geometricians of virtue We are only geometricians of matter,’ or as Marco Roth writes in a recent essay, ‘drone philosophers’   In modern times, peace is seen as the ultimate, if unrealistic, goal; warfare is, if inescapable, an aberration Just as the notion of heroism died a collective death in the wake of that grand misnomer, the Great War, the horror of combat has become such a worn truism that it seems to carry little more traction that the jarring jingoism of Glory, Sacrifice and Patriotism excoriated by the First World War poets who saw that the unknown soldier would reap ‘no dividends from time’s tomorrow’ There had been military catastrophes in the past – the Charge of the Light Brigade – but these were seen as indictments of military strategy, rather than a

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees

Contributor

August 2014

Eleanor Rees is the author of four collections of poetry. Her most recent is The Well at Winter Solstice...

Crossing Over

poetry

September 2012

Eleanor Rees

poetry

September 2012

As he sails the coracle of willow and skins his bird eyes mirror the moon behind cloud. Spring tide drags west but he paddles...

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fiction

April 2013

How to be an Astronaut

J. D. A. Winslow

fiction

April 2013

I am standing in front of a room full of people reading out a story. The room is dark....

poetry

July 2012

Fig-tree

John Clegg

poetry

July 2012

He trepans with the blunt screwdriver on his penknife: unripe figs require the touch of air on flesh to...

poetry

March 2013

The Humming Lady

James Byrne

poetry

March 2013

The humming lady arrives in a smiling orange smock and orders from the waiter a plate of overripe oranges,...

 

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