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Christopher Logue

Christopher Logue died in 2011. The hitherto unpublished fragment of War Music, his version of the Iliad, in this issue is included in a new edition edited by Christopher Reid and coming out from Faber later this month. An exhibition of his poster poems, on display until 7 November, is reviewed by August Kleinzahler.

Poem: ‘Big Men Falling a Long Way’

Christopher Logue, 5 November 2015

Sunset.

   Greece to its ships to eat and sleep. But Achilles could not sleep Because he could not stop himself Thinking about Patroclus.    How in this war or that They saved each other’s lives a dozen times a day, Or how rash words died in him at Patroclus’ glance.    He tried this side, then that. Then he got up and went down to...

Poem: ‘Preamble’

Christopher Logue, 10 August 2000

Two limestone plates support the Aegean world. The greater Anatolian still lies flat, But half an eon past, through silent eyes:            ‘Ave!’ God watched the counterplate subside, until Only its top and mountain tops remained Above His brother, Lord Poseidon’s, sea:...

There’s a moment in this book – some time in the 1960s – when Christopher Logue and Adrian Mitchell have been asked to Hintlesham Hall in Suffolk to do a poetry reading. They...

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Homeroidal

Bernard Knox, 11 May 1995

I first came across Christopher Logue’s ‘account’ of the Iliad in 1975 at Oxford where I went to hear a vigorous reading by two young men of Patrocleia, his version of Book XVI....

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Agamemnon, Smith and Thomson

Claude Rawson, 9 April 1992

At the end of Book Two of the Iliad, in the famous catalogue of the Greek and Trojan forces, the Carians, allies of Troy, led by their chief Nastes, are referred to as barbarophonoi, literally...

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War and Pax

Claude Rawson, 2 July 1981

Christopher Logue’s War Music is not ‘a translation in the accepted sense’. It’s not clear why, having said this, he should invoke Johnson’s remark that a...

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What makes children laugh? First and foremost, disaster – other people’s disasters, naturally. My daughter, at the age of two, was so overcome by the exquisite funniness of her cousin...

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