Jane Clarke

Jane Clarke

Jane Clarke's first collection, The River (Bloodaxe Books, 2015) was shortlisted for the Royal Society of Literature’s Ondaatje Prize. She also won the 2016 Hennessy Literary Award for Emerging Poetry and the inaugural Listowel Writers’ Week Poem of the Year Award 2016. She holds a BA in English & Philosophy from Trinity College, Dublin and an MPhil in Writing from the University of South Wales. Jane works as a creative writing tutor and group facilitator. She lives with her wife in Glenmalure, Co. Wicklow.

 

Jane Clarke – On All the Way Home

Our kind thanks to Skylight47poetry magazine for kindly allowing us to share this article. 

 

Jane Clarke reflects on the process of writing a sequence of poems in response to a family archive of World War I letters and photographs.

 

All the Way Home (Smith|Doorstop, 2019)

 

Against barbarity, poetry can resist only by cultivating an attachment to human fragility, like a blade of grass growing on a wall as armies march by. – Mahmoud Darwish (1942-2008)

 

In April 2017 Gill Stoker in the Mary Evans Picture Library, London, asked me if I’d be interested in writing a sequence of poems in response to a First World War archive. I was hesitant initially. What if the letters and photographs didn’t ignite the spark that gets a poem going? What if this project took me away from the work on my second collection? I was anxious not to write poems that would in any way glorify or romanticize war.

 

But the brother and sister won me over; their letters and photographs told the story of the impact of war on one family amongst so many others. Albert Auerbach joined the British army on September first 1914 and died on the Somme four years later to the day. His sister, Lucy, survived the war and lived on into the early 1970’s. Learning that Albert and Lucy’s paternal grandparents were German underlined for me the absurdity and tragedy of war. I replied to the invitation with a cautious yes.

 

Soon I realised the difficulty of finding fresh ways to write about the experience of the First World War. I had to abandon poems because they were too clichéd or using over-statement and worn out imagery. Perhaps the voices of Owens, Sassoon and Rosenberg were echoing too loudly. I had to search for a more allusive approach.

 

As the poems accumulated I saw a story emerging in the voices of the brother and the sister. I wanted each poem to stand on its own whilst gaining meaning and resonance when read alongside the photographs and the other poems. Neither the Mary Evans Picture Library nor Albert and Lucy’s niece, Patricia Aubrey, tried to influence my work in any way, giving me creative freedom that was essential. An Arts Council bursary bought me time for both research and writing. I read novels of the war and read widely among the First World War poets, discovering many women. I visited museums and exhibitions, the most striking of which was the In Flanders Fields Museum in Ypres and the surrounding cemeteries. I looked at paintings, read history books, listened to recordings of soldiers and returned to the letters and photographs.

 

I felt a strong sense of empathy with Lucy because of my own recent experience of the illness of my close friend, the poet Shirley McClure and my father. I knew what it was like to wake up worrying about someone you love, to carry them in your heart every day, to wait for news of them and to feel a terrible sense of powerlessness. The experience of accompanying both Shirley and my father in illness and death and my subsequent mourning was part of what fueled this sequence.

 

Poems came in response to details in the letters and photographs. ‘Milk’ was set going by a photo of Lucy standing with a Jersey cow at her side.  I imagined this young woman from London learning to milk a cow during her time in the Land Army on a farm near Malvern. Albert was invalided home with shell shock before returning to the front in June 1918. Knowing that Lucy was a pianist, I wrote a poem imagining her wish that she could ease his suffering with music.

 

‘Ling’ was inspired by a letter from Albert to Lucy in which he thanks her for sending him a sprig of heather. He wrote this letter from the Somme on the 18th August 1918, just two weeks before he was killed. Another poem came in response to a photograph of Lucy walking on her own through trenches at Bouchavesnes when she went to search for her brother’s grave a few years after the war had ended. Three poems acknowledge the role of Irish men and women in the war. The numbers of displaced people resonated with contemporary experience and led to a poem about a young Belgian refugee. The last poem I wrote was ‘Snow’, inspired by a paragraph in Vera Brittain’s memoir, Testament of Youth, where she describes opening her fiancé’s kit, returned by the army after his death.

 

A few weeks ago I discussed the sequence with Olivia O’Leary on the Poetry Programme, (RTE Radio 1). My uncle heard the piece and contacted me immediately, asking if I knew that my great-grandmother had lost two brothers at the Somme. I didn’t know or at least not consciously. Perhaps all along I was writing these poems for two sisters, Lucy in London and Abby in Kircubbin, Co. Down.

 

 

Jane Clarke

 

All the Way Home, an illustrated booklet of poems, will be published by Smith|Doorstop in April 2019. Jane Clarke’s second collection, When the Tree Falls, will be published by Bloodaxe in September 2019.

 

This article was originally printed in Skylight47poetry.

 


Reviews for All the Way Home (Smith|Doorstop, 2019)

 

The First World War was a violent rupture not just in families but whole communities, and in particular the rural way of life. With her fine tact and sensitivity to the physical rhythms of the countryside, Jane Clarke re-weaves the tender fabric of the memories that those on active service would have taken with them, and the lack their absence left for those at home. It is a kind of healing.

– Philip Gross

 

Jane Clarke brings emotional tact and lightness of touch to this resonant evocation of one family's experience of the First World War. The poems are earthy and transcendent, intimate yet restrained. Like the music in 'The Pianist', each poem powerfully "returns us / to quietness”. 

– Moniza Alvi

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The Yorkshire Times: Extract

Albert Auerbach and his sister Lucy are the prisms through which Clarke commemorates the bitterest of histories. Albert enlisted on the opening day of the war on 1st September, 1914 and served throughout, until he was killed by a shell exactly four years to the day after joining up; Lucy spent the war on the home front, communicating with her brother by letter. The photographs which accompany Clarke’s profoundly affecting poems are luminous transcriptions which freeze-frame lost summers in fields in rural England, lines of new recruits marching, and trains about to depart for the Front. 

The poems reflect a transition: the passing of one life into another, the infusion of one with the memory of the other, the desperate hope bound up with halcyon, embellished thoughts of home. And it is to Jane Clarke’s huge credit that her ‘pictures’ are uncannily persuasive; her evocation of a lost time yields recognition in a synaesthesia of the senses – close observation of plants, flowers and pastures wrap existential longing in the focused narcosis of the moment:

‘We sat out after dinner

and talked of how we loved
this time of year,

when hollyhocks are past their best
but still stand tall

in copper, pink and cream,
beside clematis and the last of the sweet pea.’ (‘September’)



Clarke’s ear for the musical propensity of verse honeys the exchange between brother and sister: many of the poems are framed as open letters, as indices of indirect dialogue, as though Albert and Lucy were circling wraiths unable to communicate, their charmed words transfiguring memory into exquisite pain.

The Yorkshire Times

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The Mary Evans Picture Library

Watch highights of All the Way Home's London launch as recorded by The Mary Evans Picture Library: https://youtu.be/n1bhiEfDU_E

 

The United States World War 1 Centennial Commission

 

The Irish experience of the First World War has been largely overlooked and even denied until relatively recently; now we know that 210,000 Irish soldiers fought and up to 40,000 died. When the Mary Evans Picture Library in London invited poet, Jane Clarke, the winner of the 2016 Hennessy Literary Award for Emerging Poetry, to write a sequence of poems in response to a British First World War family archive, she accepted the challenge: how to find fresh ways of writing about the First World War. This week at WWrite, read the post, "All the Way Home," Clarke's account of imagining the forgotten experience of Ireland through an account of a WWI British soldier.

Read on: https://www.worldwar1centennial.org/index.php/articles-posts/6195-all-the-way-home-by-jane-clarke.html

All the Way Home explores the experience of war for a brother at the Front and his sister at home, in response to the Auerbach family archive of World War I letters and photographs represented by the Mary Evans Picture Library. These compelling and subtle but lucid poems tell one story amongst many, a testimony to lives lost and maimed.

Snow


began to fall before dawn,
blown horizontal in easterly winds
from across the hill. By evening
it lies deep in banks and drifts;

hedges become whitewashed walls,
barrels turn into haystacks,
the wood pile disappears.
I could almost believe

that we haven’t received
your mud-caked kit, breeches ripped
from ankle to hip, bloodied tunic,
your helmet, slightly dinged,

and the watch you won at school.
I could believe you’ll be with us
for dinner, having walked in your trench boots,
all the way home through the snow.

 

from All the Way Home (Smith|Doorstop, 2019)

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