Dan Wyke

Waiting for the Sky to Fall (2010)

£10.00

Poetry that is attuned to the everyday so as to transcend it. …a fully formed, individual voice in control of its material. Wyke’s delicate use of ‘previously disguised’ serves just this purpose, transforming the words around it into something special, forcing us to reassess the stanza. This is the sort of work that would be ensured popularity among those who feel poetry can and should be a comprehensible yet challenging art.
Matthew Stewart, Rogue Strands

Wyke… can create pathos that sidesteps the bathetic
Will Daunt, New Hope International

Lyrical narrative unity
Mario Petrucci

ISBN: ISBN 978-1-906742-18-8 Category:

Praise and Poems

Since Scattering Ashes (2004), Dan Wyke — a poet of an increasingly rare breed who prize the privacy of craftsmanship over the publicity of live-lit — has continued writing and publishing through magazines and supplements. This long-anticipated first full volume, Waiting for the Sky to Fall, combines a choice selection of Wyke’s earlier oeuvre with a more protean post-2004 body of work that marks a new tonal variation to an already well-developed voice. Poems such as the lyric-triptych ‘In Verona’ echo formative Italian influences – Montale, Quasimodo, Ungaretti et al. – more intimately, while revealing another fermented quality: poetic humility: ‘There are no words for how I feel./ There still aren’t./ And I still keep trying to find them’. Wyke’s limpid prosody is matched by an ability to tug the heart strings without plunging into sentimentality; momentary frustrations and impasses take on Tulpa-like shapes of their own: ‘My words unravel like thread, snag on the wind’ (‘Father & Son’); ‘Silence sits between us, insect-still’ (the masterly ‘In the Dark’).

Wyke’s humanistic impulse to plumb the nuances of emotion — bereavement, or more inexplicable sadnesses — has a healing spirit, ring-fenced in its own holistic purpose: a reflective voice in a frenetic age. Aspects of contemporary poetics are distilled into something more authentic: prose- inflections are corniced with lyricism; domestic meditations are more Buddhist than quotidian (‘The day…/ …is extraordinary/ for its ordinariness’); and epiphanies feel serendipitous rather than contrived. An emotional maturation of tones adumbrated in earlier pieces, expressionistic in timbre, fluted with leitmotifs — ‘moons’, ‘stars’, ‘blackbirds’ — is allied with a ripening of trope: ‘heaving its battered shell/ like an old man carrying a bath-tub’ (‘Tortoise’). One could go on, but that would be to spoil the surprises nestled throughout this affecting, moving and highly accomplished collection.

Read reviews:

Eyewear blogspot: Guest Review: Jivani On Wyke, 9th April 2011, by Maureen Jivani

The Guardian review, 5th February 2011 by Ben Wilkinson

Rogue Strands review, 10th July 2010 by Matthew Stewart

Ink Sweat & Tears blogsite review, 07/09/2010 by Ken Head 

Additional information

Writer

Reviews

There are no reviews yet.

Only logged in customers who have purchased this product may leave a review.