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Ice Stylus

Ice Stylus

Anderson, Martin

Paperback

General Poetry

ISBN10: 1848615205
ISBN13: 9781848615205
Publisher: Summertime Pub
Published: Jan 21 2017
Pages: 94
Weight: 0.28
Height: 0.23 Width: 5.50 Depth: 8.50
Language: English

The sequences of meditations which comprise Anderson's last two books Interlocutors of Paradise (Skylight Press) and Obsequy for Lost Things (Shearsman Books) trace fault lines deeply inscribed within the Judeo-Christian psyche of the West. Ice Stylus is the final volume of Anderson's Unsubdued Singing trilogy. Many of the sequences in Interlocutors of Paradise and Obsequy for Lost Things begin in a geography which is both real and subliminal: the Essex Thames-side salt marsh. This is also Isaiah's parched wastes of salt here manifestation of wilderness, the condition of spiritual inanition, which has so frequently been attributed by the West to the non-West to legitimise aggression whilst masking its real objective of the expropriation of other peoples' wealth, finds objective representation. It is the aggressor himself, the sequences suggest, not the victim, who suffers from inanition. From the salt marshes his questing voyages take him in search of things he covets and dreams of, only to confront him, finally, with the reality of their non-existence. In this dark land, perhaps intimating archetypal adventure, his passage takes him through the trials and ordeals of many wastes of water. What such a journey eventually delivers to him, however, is not a sacred fire of illumination or boon of wisdom to take back to his old world to re-vivify it. Instead, he is vouchsafed the white isotope of destruction, turning everything dark and possessing the potential to annihilate the very products of time he has so violently sought to wrest from others.

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