Coracle, my first full-length poetry collection. 94 of my readers’ and audiences’ favourite poems in a sequence that is in itself a poem. Read from front to back it will surely mess with your mind.
from Celtic Knots
(St Audoen’s Church, Dublin, 2005)
Temple of history, temple
of short lives long
gone, temple of hundreds
of souls… trod
on me hard as I trod
on its layers
of graves. Quiet
spirits whispered hundreds
from the eleventh-
If I ever go to church in Dublin this is where.
Not in St Patrick’s with its souvenir stalls.
If I go back to Dublin,
if I take you there,
let me take you to St Audoen’s…
If words were chemicals, the potency packed into Coracle would need a stronger container than paper and ink, page and stanza. Jackson’s voice is immediate, the sensations intense, the experiences intelligently informed by free association, by her sense of the absurd and a poignant sensibility. To paraphrase her, this is speech stripped to the waist; imagination which played it scary when aroused by the urge to taste life fully. Her expression is as contemporary, individual and vivid as a digital video and, like an online broadcast, it seeks to straddle the divide between personal and public worldviews. This collection should carry a warning: Your perception will be altered. — Annamaria Weldon