What’s in Store is Trevor Joyce’s new book from New Writers’ Press and The Gig, but if there’s a question in that title the answer, in my experience, has almost never been ‘a poetry book by Trevor Joyce’. In fact the only place I’ve ever seen his work on sale is in the ever-estimable Books Upstairs on College Green in
It has not one but two contents pages, a fact that doesn’t make initial ease of orientation twice as easy, believe me. Shorn of titles for poems and sequences, in the main text at least, it’s a difficult book to negotiate, initially. So why not just plunge in:
I will not die for you
O woman like a swan, withdrawn,
You’ve wrecked your share of fools,
Remember they weren’t me.
Equally invigorating in ‘De Iron Trote’, whose ability to get three words into the ‘Iron’ of its title let us hereby applaud (it’s a reference to
A dull but strong sound like that produced by a file on wood has something harsh in its sound. So, other boys start as heaters, then exercise as rivet-carriers, holders-up, anvil-hands, and lastly platers. Hear the whizzing sound of the left auricle.
Caution: Boys are often required to stand inside the chamber, as supporters, while the men pierce, and then hammer it outside, and deafness is apt to result. I found one who had abandoned his laborious occupation, and gained an easy place as a servant to a priest.
Work with letters may be done sitting without difficulty and is quite suitable for cripples. The trade is not a large one.