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Plague Lands and other poems by Fawzi Karim
Versions by Anthony Howell after translations by Abbas Kadhim
Publisher: Carcanet Press, 160 pages
Reviewed by Denis Joe July 2012
A few years ago I came across a handful of Fawzi Karim’s poems which had been translated into English by Saadi Simawe and Melissa Brown (in Banipal No 19, 2006) and Michael Glover (in The International Literary Quarterly, May 2009). I was immediately struck by the voice of the poems. There was no attempt at protest but the works captured a feeling of a world being torn apart, much more so than Owen or Sassoon or even the works of the early Modernists. So this first collection in English of Karim’s poetry is most welcome.
The poem that seemed to capture the essence of this collection is a short poem, A Reader In Darkness:
Each line seems to call for a sharp intake of breath, as if one were reading a list of things to do. But the instruction is never clear about its intent. This could be a simple case of taking precaution about one’s work: the realisation that comes with rest; the meditation on a sudden outpouring of emotion, from the predominance of higher pitched vowels in the first stanza - seeming to emphasise panic - to the dominance of lower-pitched, brooding, vowels in the second stanza: How will others understand this?
The collection seems to expect us, not just to experience the poems, but to live through them. Letters opens with a question that seems more like a demand:
We are not invited to empathise – in fact the shrillness of the question seems to suggest that we, as readers, are guilty of rejecting the gift from the poet of his work and that the work / poet has a right to be offended. The Scent Of Mulberry also opens with a question: Which of us knows to whom we belong? - somewhat less accusatory, but making a demand on us nonetheless.
If the poetry doesn’t unsettle us with its accusations and questions, then it does so by shifting around the narration, reinforcing the statement above. In the three poems about the river Tigris, the first, The Cliff invites us to view what the poet is seeing (The waves wash back from the bank / And there’s my father’s shadow in his skiff) and then the vision is disrupted, and it is as if we are no longer allowed to watch (Villages blurred by their moss), and the scene is washed away as the waves swing back to wash against the bank.
In the second poem, A Vision, we are left to ask, yet again, if we can trust what is told:
And again in Or Because I Am Far away
These opening lines act as a riddle, but one that seems to contain the answer: it is as if the physical distance negates our, and the poet’s, presence. There are only 20 short poems in this collection but they show a great deal of inventiveness. It is as if we are dealing with a modern-day Laforgue (Au cabistan de l’incurable/POURQUOI! – Pourquoi?) although a far more travelled poet.
On the face of it, there seems to be a greater audience for poetry than at any time. Developments in technology that have led to mass publication are, perhaps, the major contribution factor. But whilst sales for ‘classic’ poetry has gradually increased, especially since the 1960s, sales for contemporary ‘serious’ poetry represent only 4% of total sales (see Popularising poetry in the UK, Tim Love). Much contemporary poetry is overlooked, not just by the public but also by critics.
As such, an important poet or poem may well get overlooked. It would be quite tragic if that were the case for this particular collection. The long sequence poem, Plague Lands, is one of the most important pieces that I have come across over the past few decades. It is no exaggeration to say that this is as important an addition to the canon as Eliot’s Wasteland, whose ambition this poem shares, but there is none of the fatalism that one finds in Eliot’s sequence.
The opening lines of Plague Lands:
invite us into a world of change. Though nothing is definite and there is a hesitant feel to this invite, it has none of the monophonic melancholy or pessimistic determinism that permeates Elliot’s poem (April is the cruellest month). Contrary to the impression one may get from the title, Plague Lands has a celebratory feel that introduces us to family, friends and places, where sometimes there is tragedy (My sufferings had me in knots. . .), humour (But now we’ve caught the world with its trousers down) or simple down-right decency (I shall come back/ To sing of those who drank with me).
Nothing in the Plague Lands sequence contains the needless referencing of the obscure, intended to confound the masses: that those early Modernists feared so much (see The Intellectuals And The Masses. John Carey). In fact the style represents that of Walt Whitman. Whilst there is no political message, Plague Lands captures a level of humanity few works have done since Drum-Taps. It’s Time to Deepen the Gulf Left by the Roots is a prime example:
So much humanity captured in so few lines. The poem ends with a farewell: No café today . . . and I will not return, whilst that very statement is contradicted in the opening lines of The Last Song, the following poem: I shall come back/ To say, ‘I’m drunk on idleness’. The poem closes with I can be drunk on hope as well . . ./ . . . once in a while. Also the final words of the sequence.
Plague Lands and other poems is an exciting collection, one that I can return to again and again. Marius Kociejowski’s Poetical Journey of Fawzi Karim, at the end of the book, is a wonderful tribute to an outstanding figure of international poetry, that reads more like a short story.
But Plague Lands and other poems also raises important questions that have dogged poetry since ancient times. It was Cicero and Horace who first cautioned against translating verbum pro verbo. But it was the great poet and translator, John Dryden, who set the debate that still continues to this day, by adopting the Ancient Greek distinction between metaphrase (literal translation) and paraphrase. For Dryden the desired approach was paraphrase: to capture the spirit of the original rather than its literal meaning:
Dryden compared this rather mechanistic approach to “dancing on ropes with fettered legs”. (An excellent dissection of Dryden’s translation of Ovid’s Metamorphoses by Thomas Bailey can be found here).
It seems that for Abbas Kadhim and Anthony Howell the process of translating and creating versions of Karim’s image-rich poetry to paraphrase is not just the easiest approach, but the most logical. Karim already states his apolitical vision, as with his painting (his painting The Swimmer, is used for the cover of this collection) we are expected to visualise the poetry rather than assimilate any message from it that we cannot conclude for ourselves.
It is to Anthony Howell’s credit that he modestly takes a back seat for the works in this volume. Working from English, presumably literal translations, by Kadhim, he has created versions of Karim’s poetry. A few years ago the poet Don Patterson published his ‘versions’ of Rilke’s Orpheus Sonnets. Though Patterson worked from English translations of the sonnets, he nevertheless claimed full authorship for them. Neither Howell nor Kadhim are so brazen.
Yet it could well be argued that in composing versions of the poems, Howell was creating original works of his own. That is a debateable point. Whilst the process of creating Plague Lands and other poems may well be of interest to poets and publishers, the end result is all that matters to the reader. Plague Lands and other poems is one of the most important and exciting collections of poetry by a living poet to be issued in a long time, and poetry lovers should be indebted to all concerned in the creation of this publication.
Purchase online by clicking on this Carcanet link.