Peter Abbs

Viva la Vida

Cover of the book "Viva la Vida"










Peter Abbs' seventh volume of poetry was Viva la Vida, published in 2005.
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A poem is not an encoded message, nor is it an idea set to metre. It is a unique linguistic creation.



WHAT THE CRITICS SAY



Peter Abbs is the rarest of writers - a philosophical poet with a genuine lyric gift. His poems are equally arresting for their substance as their style. He plunders the literature of the past, but Abbs is one of the few contemporary poets sufficiently tough-minded to be able to borrow from Dante, Mandelstam, Rilke and Seferis without being bested by the inevitable comparison .

Dana Gioia


The sonnet sequence Father and Son is about the failure to communicate across the distance of the inarticulate, and in these strong, grave poems the son speaks for that dumb inheritance, the tragedy of a lack of culture that cast its shadow over so many gre y lives. These are some of the finest poems wri tten by any poet of Peter Abbs' generation .

Kathleen Raine


His genuine musicality and well-honed, distinctive voice deals with the loss of love, bereavement and re-finding of love. The controlled verse forms, most often of fourteen lines, prove him to be a consummate craftsman too, and the even, unfaltering tone ensures that all the poems inter-relate and flow together. Abbs deeply lives his poems, taking brave risks with his own raw experiences and his best work has been pressed out of him by necessity .

Patricia McCarthy in Agenda


A substantial biography of the spirit...Abbs' art is buttressed by craft. He is a gifted sonneteer, adept in both the strictures and variations of the form...Here is a poet who does not shy from the abstract...Forays into the mythic are symptoms of his range and exploration for there is plenty of hard imagistic terseness in th e poet's sensibility too....a self-interrogating, deeply serious poet .

Adrian Buckner in London Magazine


These poems offer constant raids on the inarticulate, conducted with energy and resourcefulness on a range of fronts, from the familial to the cosmic; from fraught autobiographical fragments that try to speak, posthumously, to and for the father whose ' silence spliced our mutual lives in two', through the adoptio n of a repertoire of personae: Heraclitus, Descartes, Nietzsche, V an Gogh, to the assumption of bardic and mythical roles.

Nicolas Tredell in PN Review

A real body of work .

Seamus Heaney

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Our task, then, is to adapt, not by becoming light entertainers but by forging the necessary anti-thesis - to evoke lost possibilities, to express further patterns of connection and signification, to converse with banished angels and repressed demons, to cancel and transcend.








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From Viva la Vida


Flowering Gorse

Last night I dreamt of my father's grave.
It was on the cliff-top close to the abrading sea
Now overgrown w
ith nettles and vetch and gorse

And I had no wish to cut down the scrub; I gave
Myself permission to let it all go, to let it be
What it was: prick of the spikes and coarse

Green of leave s, bent and warped by the cold
And the small flowers - and the gold. And the gold.


  

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FromViva La Vida

Ars Poetica

It will listen to the arias of whales.
It will wake to the dawn yelp of the gull.
It will affirm the blue canticle of the skylark, the black croak of the frog.
It will be schooled by the sibilance of water, be attuned to the hard consonance of rock.
It will gut dictionaries.
it will eat etymologies.
It will eavesdrop on the spontaneous ramblings of children.
It will tour fairgrounds with a microphone.
It will tremble before the glance of Beauty.
It will taste the white vinegar of death.
It will honour silence.
It will be a crucible open to stars and dust.
It will expound the laws of Quantum Mechanics and recite the proverbs of Blake.
It will aspire to the levity of the butterfly crossing nuclear zones.
It will be born in blood, rise in estrangement, climax in breath.
It will remain in quest.


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