Saturday, December 21, 2019

American poet Hélène Cardona reviews Irish poet Anne Fitzgerald’s recent collection, "Vacant Possession"


  

Soul retrieval, deep healing 



Anne Fitzgerald’s recent collection Vacant Possession (Salmon Poetry) is exquisitely crafted, a beautiful, heartbreaking and haunting read, which begs revisiting time and again. It opens with a stunning, hypnotic love poem which casts a spell and sets the tone, for this is, above else, a book about love: From afar it comes like the smell of rain;

Anticipation

From afar it comes like the smell of rain
in off the sea, with an urgency of waves
breaking, you weaken at the thought
of it happening again, as naturally as heat
making its presence felt on the globe
of your palms, you spread your fingers
wide as water between two bodies
of land, trace boundaries, sea stacks ‘n’ coves
on the bend of where paradise might
be your judgement clouds like a compass
that’s let moisture in, devoid of magnetic
field you falter, give way to the rhythm
of waves as though sirens in pursuit of kelp
and driftwood like lovers on a beach.

In poems about redemption and a love that transcends all, Fitzgerald works to reconcile the world she knew with the world she lives in. She writes about finding her compass, her mother, her identity. From “Finding Myself in Werburgh Street”:

Theseus thread of Adriane, nurse Gallagher

cuts the chord, registers me by her own hand,
every slope and ink incline a natural fabrication

of this twenty-six year old’s maiden name, who
didn’t comfort me as my first tooth breaks through,

hold me at night as my breath is given over to
coughing for the loss of you, or watch me not fall

down as one foot follows the other in a gait you’d
half recognise disappearing into a crowd years later.

Instead you commend me into the geometry of a life
you’d not foresee, all the while, wondering from a distance.

And from “Bellybutton”:

my first breath-cry

clouds windows,
lines my lungs

with a dampness
my breathing

will carry like
the pain of arrival

and your departure
into thin air

born like the memory
of mist falling

on bracken,
suspending disbelief,

myinnie pit
our belly to belly
chord leaves,
is all that

remains
of our attachment.

When witnessing her mother’s death, she mourns, “When whiteness does hold / the world as I know it is no more.” … “a blizzard / of disbelief / whitens my / world as / I knew it.”


The triumph of Vacant Possession is that Fitzgerald, against all odds, deftly and with unparalleled grace, rediscovers and repossesses the lost parts of herself.For this is poetry as shamanic work, soul retrieval, deep healing and testimony, as well as a searing indictment of a society where mothers and their children born out of wedlock have been prey at the hands of the Catholic Church.

For this is poetry as shamanic work, soul retrieval, deep healing and testimony, as well as a searing indictment of a society where mothers and their children born out of wedlock have been prey at the hands of the Catholic Church.

Fitzgerald conducted astounding research. To quote her postscript, “From engagement with various State and Church agencies together with research conducted I can confirm that Éire’s Architecture of Containment thrives in matters pertaining to the release of Adoption Records in Twenty-First Century Ireland. A trinity of control and culpability pervades within the Catholic Church, the Irish Free State and its Religious Institutions specifically established to contain, to profit from and to manage the lives of those who bore children outside marriage and the little lives born outside of the bands of holy matrimony.”

At once lyrical and precise, Vacant Possession stands as witness, a heartfelt tribute to her mother and to all who underwent such fates. This is a powerful and necessary collection on the human condition that everyone needs to read.


Vacant Possession
by Anne Fitzgerald
Salmon Poetry, 2017
ISBN-13: 978-1910669976
€12; 146 pages
           

















Hélène Cardona’s seven award-winning books include Life in Suspension and Dreaming My Animal Selves, and the translations Birnam Wood, Beyond Elsewhere, Ceque nous portons, and Walt Whitman’s Civil War Writings for WhitmanWeb.. Her work has been translated into 16 languages. The recipient of numerous honors, she holds an MA (American Literature, Sorbonne), received fellowships (Goethe-Institut, Andalucía International University) and taught at Hamilton College and Loyola Marymount University.  




Amazon Link

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