The Cartographer Tries
to Map a Way to Zion,
won the Forward prize for the best poetry collection in 2014, also in this year
the writer Kei Miller’s name was amongst the 20 "Next Generation
Poets", a prestigious list compiled every ten years by the Poetry Book
Society with the aim of recognising the poets most likely to go on to greater
success. Past receivers of this recognition have been writers of calibre such
as Seamus
Heaney, Jamie McKendrick, Jean Sprackland, Pascale Petit, Michael Hofmann, Carol Ann
Duffy, Simon Armitage, Alice Oswald and Owen Sheers.
Establishing
the Metre
Like
tailors who must know their client’s girth
two men set out to find the sprawling measure
of the earth.
They walked the curve from Rodez to
Barcelona,
and Barcelona to Dunkirk. Such a
pilgrimage!
They did not call it inches, miles or
chains –
this distance which as yet had no
clear name.
Between France and Spain they
dared to stretch
uncalibrated measuring tapes.
And foot
by weary foot, they found a
rhythm
the measure that exists in
everything.
In
this collection Kei Miller pits one system of knowledge, one ideology of
understanding a place or territory against a totally different method, one that
comes complete with its own terminology and ways of communicating such ideas.
Through the characters of the Cartographer and the Rasta man, we follow a
journey as the cartographer armed with all the weaponry of Cartesian logic
attempts to assume control over a place by mapping and naming it in a
scientific unbiased way. The Rasta man puts forward the notion that such a mechanistic
interpretation of physical nature can never truly name a place as every place
name comes freighted with its own history, its own surfeit of bias and
prejudices, making a totally nonpartisan approach likely to fail before the
first line scores the blank sheet. As the book unfolds we follow the dialogue
of these two characters, with the cartographer finally conceding that his
approach would not lead to him mapping a route to Zion. The book also through
this dialogue highlights the struggle between the idea of Zion as a utopian
place of unity, peace and freedom and its opposition “Babylon", the
oppressing and exploiting system of the materialistic modern world.
The Cartographer Tries
to Map a Way to Zion
I. in which the Cartographer explains himself
You might say
my job is not
to lose myself exactly
but to imagine
what loss might feel like –
the sudden creeping pace,
the consultation with trees and blue
fences and whatever else
might prove a landmark.
My job is to imagine the widening
of the unfamiliar and also
the widening ache of it;
to anticipate the ironic
question: how did we find
ourselves here? My job is
to untangle the tangled,
to unworry the concerned
to guide you out from cul-de-sacs
into which you may have wrongly turned.
II. in which the rastaman disagrees
The rastaman has another reasoning.
He says – now that man’s job is never straight-
forward or easy. Him work is to make thin and crushable
all that is big and as real as ourselves: is to make flat
all that is high and rolling: is to make invisible and
wutliss
plenty things that poor people cyaa do without – like board
houses, and the corner shop from which Miss Katie sell
her famous peanut porridge. And then again
the mapmaker’s work is to make visible
all them things that shoulda never exist in the first place
like the conquest of pirates, like borders,
like the viral spread of governments
Whilst researching for this collection of poetry I realised
that Kei Miller was the third poet I had posted on from the Next Generation
Poets 2014, the other two being Helen Mort and Kate Tempest, also I had posted
on another poet shortlisted for this award (Liz Berry) and came to realise how
much the idea of identity/names play a part in these works. Sometimes they are
specific individuals or regions and sometimes it’s more of an idea of a place
whether this is the past (mythical or historic) or related to some ideology. It
would appear that this theme is prevalent at this moment, as though it was part
of the zeitgeist – I guess this kind of makes sense as with the current world
situation and the idea of borders being in a constant flux, also with the idea
of a nation’s identity being constantly redefined as immigrants add their own
identities into how a nation perceives itself, although this flow has always
happened it does seem that at this moment in time, the pace has quickened
causing people to question who and what they are, and also leads to some
individuals trying to set a definitive classification of what represents one
nations persona and those who do not fit that image are deemed unwelcome -
making this a very relevant collection. This collection like some of the others
mentioned above is also not afraid to use dialect or patois, to identify itself
and its characters, making it another method of mapping the somewhere with all
the meaning, all the weight that the language used carries.
xx. in which the cartographer tells of the
rastaman
The cartographer sucks his teeth
and says – every language, even yours,
is a partial map of the world – it is
the man who never learnt the word
“scrupe” – sound of silk or chiffon moving
against a floor – such a man would not know
how to listen for the scrape of a bride’s dress.
And how much life is land to which
we have no access? How much
have we not seen or felt or heard
because there was no word
for it – at least no word we knew?
We speak to navigate ourselves
away from dark corners and we become,
each one of us, cartographers.
Kei Miller was born and raised in Kingston, Jamaica. He
read English at the University of the West Indies, but dropped out short of
graduation. However, while studying there, he befriended Mervyn Morris, who
encouraged his writing. Afterward, Miller began publishing widely throughout
the Caribbean. In 2004, he left for England to study for an MA in Creative
Writing (The Novel) at Manchester Metropolitan University under the tutelage of
poet and scholar Michael Schmidt. Miller later completed a PhD in English
Literature at the University of Glasgow. In 2006, his first book of poetry was
released, Kingdom of Empty Bellies (Heaventree Press). It was shortly followed
by a collection of short stories, The Fear of Stones, (which partly explores
issues of Jamaican homophobia). The collection was shortlisted in 2007 for a
Commonwealth Writers' Prize in the category of Best First Book (Canada or
Caribbean). His second collection of poetry, There Is an Anger That Moves, was
published in 2007 by Carcanet Pressing. In the years since his first collection
was published he has produced two novels, a short story collection, three more
poetry collections and a book of “essays and prophecies”- he is also a prolific
blogger and tweeter. He attributes his
productivity partly to his recently diagnosed attention deficit hyperactivity
disorder (ADHD). (Wiki)
Kei Miller was born and raised in Kingston, Jamaica. He
read English at the University of the West Indies, but dropped out short of
graduation. However, while studying there, he befriended Mervyn Morris, who
encouraged his writing. Afterward, Miller began publishing widely throughout
the Caribbean. In 2004, he left for England to study for an MA in Creative
Writing (The Novel) at Manchester Metropolitan University under the tutelage of
poet and scholar Michael Schmidt. Miller later completed a PhD in English
Literature at the University of Glasgow. In 2006, his first book of poetry was
released, Kingdom of Empty Bellies (Heaventree Press). It was shortly followed
by a collection of short stories, The Fear of Stones, (which partly explores
issues of Jamaican homophobia). The collection was shortlisted in 2007 for a
Commonwealth Writers' Prize in the category of Best First Book (Canada or
Caribbean). His second collection of poetry, There Is an Anger That Moves, was
published in 2007 by Carcanet Pressing. In the years since his first collection
was published he has produced two novels, a short story collection, three more
poetry collections and a book of “essays and prophecies”- he is also a prolific
blogger and tweeter. He attributes his
productivity partly to his recently diagnosed attention deficit hyperactivity
disorder (ADHD). (Wiki)
Distance
Distance is always reduced at night
The drive from Kingston to Montego Bay is not so far
Nor the distance between ourselves and the stars
And at night there is almost nothing between
The things we say, and the things we mean,
2 comments:
This is really neat verse.
I like the themes that the poetry tackles. Approaching this from the direction of maps and place names verses genuine human feeling seems very creative.
Hi Brian I thought so to
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