David Pollard

patricides (2006)


This is poetry at the margins, even beyond the margins; an extraordinary debut by a late starter. Intense and compact certainly, but taking pains to follow Oppen’s dictum “I have not and never did have and motive of poetry / But to achieve clarity”. Shades hover around these margins: Oppen of course, Celan, Blanchot, Mallarmé, Neruda.

Here is poetry influenced by modern European thought and fuelled by ontological insights. The result is a series of initimate meditations on the intrinsic failure at the heart of creative writing denying the source which fathers it.

It ends with a profound series on the death of his father and of all fathers. This is poetry pared down to its essential core but still lyrical and obsesses with the music of the language.

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Praise and Poems

Pollard’s intensive, ontological meditations on loss, language and ‘the death of God’, creativity and the failure of writing, are quite wonderful and wholly unexpected. So we end up with a professional philosopher who lectures in both philosophy and literature and produces his first book of poetry in his sixties – a pretty heady late flowering – there’s nobody remotely like him.
Simon Jenner

What the critics said about The Poetry of Keats:

It would not be easy to say just how fine this book is – It is precisely such intense poetical thinking that is practiced in the very finest way by Pollard’s reading of Keats

John Sallis, Man of World

What I have found emerging most clearly from this fascinating book is a sense of the author’s genuine reverence for his subject – something which Keats himself would have recognised and approved

Colin Murry, The British Journal of Aesthetics

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