Jenny Blackford, The Duties of a Cat (Pitt Street Poetry 2014)
This tiny book of 12 poems about cats, with seven charming ink drawings, would make an excellent gift for a cat-lover. But, dear reader, before you start thinking about cute internet kittehs, think of Christopher Smart considering his cat Jeoffry:
For he camels his back to bear the first notion of business.
For he is good to think on, if a man would express himself neatly.
For he made a great figure in Egypt for his signal services.
or, much more recently, David Malouf’s ‘Eternal Moment at Poggio Madonna’:
Miss Mischa in her cool
reclusion curls on the mat.
Has a feel for
creaturely comforts and has sniffed out
this spot, though nothing
in nature or that the eye
can see marks it as special.
Cats and fine poetry are by no means incompatible.
Pitt Street Poetry – publishers of, among others, Lesley Lebkowicz, Geoff Page, Eileen Chong, Luke Davies and Mark Tredinnick – have not lost their judgment. Jenny Blackford turns a loving, amused, admiring and sometimes unsettled eye on the creature from another species that shares her home.
It’s not irrelevant that some of these poems have been previously published in The School Magazine (though not yet in my long-ago time as editor) and in science fiction/fantasy magazines as well as literary journals for adults. The cats of these poems have eerie science-fictional qualities, as in this from ‘Their quantum toy’ (the whole poem is online here):
I’ve seen him levitate, I’ve seen him
lift, weightless,
impossible, from lawn to fence,
or rug to bed,
up from the ground without a hair
or muscle moved.
They can have great child appeal, as in ‘Soft silk sack’, which begins:
Cat puddles
against the floor
his body flat as milk
But there are poems that start cutely like that and end, for example, with the cat’s eyes as ‘ chips of blue-grey glacial ice’. Like cats themselves, the poems can be charming and dangerous in the same breath.
So yes, this would make a great present for someone who loves cats and isn’t allergic to poetry, but also for someone who loves poetry and isn’t allergic to cats.
The Duties of a Cat is the seventh book I’ve read as part of the 2014 Australian Women Writers Challenge. Added later: I should have mentioned that we did publish two of Jenny’s ghost stories when I was editor of The School Magazine, that she and I are Facebook friends, and that she gave me a copy of The Duties of a Cat as a gift.
This tribute to moggies put me in mind of a poem by an English kinsman, Rob Murray SJ: (Though all praise to Jenny BLACKFORD and your review!)
Shades of G.M.HOPKINS perhaps. (Margaret – who grieves…) GM’s Classics Prof at Oxford was Rob’s father’s god-father – Benjamin JOWETT.
The School of Compassion
By Robert Murray SJ
Clare, do you remember the child who asked me
to bless the corner where you’d buried your mouse?
And I who had unlearned the logic of childhood
gave you cold answer of book-theology:
‘mice have no need of grace or blessing,
but only humans who choose evil and good’.
But now I have learned in the school of compassion
I did not pass over the yearling squirrel
lying cold and stiff in the Wealden lane,
but lifted him gently and reverently laid him
cradled by roots of a wayside oak,
briefly his playground and now his long home.
Over his body, torn head to still tail,
I traced the sign of the world’s mending
and said ‘little brother, more innocent than I,
remember me in the peaceable kingdom’.
By Robert Murray SJ
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Lovely poem, Jim. Thanks
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Truly lovely. Thanks.
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It’s a lovely book, Jenny. And thanks for the mention on your blog, which WordPress tells me has sent traffic my way!
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