Vol. 25 No. 5 · 6 March 2003
pages 27-28 | 2906 words

Awkward Bow
Jeremy Noel-Tod
- The Orchards of Syon by Geoffrey Hill
Penguin, 72 pp, £9.99, September 2002, ISBN 0 14 100991 8
The first poem of For the Unfallen (1958), Geoffrey Hill’s first book, was entitled ‘Genesis’. It declared:
By blood we live, the hot, the cold,
To ravage and redeem the world:
There is no bloodless myth will hold.
Hot blood is at the heart of Hill’s theological, oppositional poetics. Man’s passions may turn vicious, but without them he is unredeemable. Hence Hill’s admiration for righteous anger and blood sacrifice. Blood, in his poems, functions as a metonym for sincerity as much as savagery; and the image of fake blood (a ‘wound’ from a ‘red biro’) recurs as a metaphor for the problem that preoccupies Hill as a writer: how to be both artful and sincere. ‘Artistic men prod dead men from their stone’ in one early poem. The ambiguity – whose stone is it? – is accusatory. Hill presents himself as a writer compelled to memorialise the glorious dead in verse, even though the cold-bloodedness of the artist aestheticising the suffering of others troubles and inhibits him.
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Letters
Vol. 25 No. 6 · 20 March 2003
From Clive James
Jeremy Noel-Tod's meticulously close reading of a single stanza by Geoffrey Hill (LRB, 6 March) would have been an even better example of how these things should be done if he had spotted the provenance of the word 'superflux'. In Hill's Western Front context, it might very well be 'a word which, horribly, blends the bleeding men with the rain and mud'. But it also contains Hill's memory of King Lear. On the blasted heath, Lear admonishes himself:
Take physic, pomp;
Expose thyself to feel what wretches feel,
That thou mayst shake the superflux to them,
And show the heavens more just.
Clive James
London SE1
Vol. 25 No. 8 · 17 April 2003
From Phil Poole
Jeremy Noel-Tod askes why Marlborough is misspelled in Geoffrey Hill's poem Speech! Speech! (LRB, 6 March). 'Marlbrough s'en va-t-en guerre' was a French popular song referring with schadenfreude to rumours (exaggerated) of Marlborough's death at the Battle of Malplaquet in 1709. Lady Marlborough's page dressed in black brings her the bad news. The name was even spelled 'Malbrouk' in German versions. Hill may have been thinking of Goethe's second Roman Elegy (1790) in which he refers to English tourists being hounded by this song, immensely popular in the Revolutionary period. He compares it with his own dislike of being asked about The Sorrows of Young Werther.
Phil Poole
London N19