Janet Sutherland

Bone Monkey

 

 

 

This new collection from Janet Sutherland explores the deeply mischievous, but darkly malevolent figure of Bone Monkey. A trickster who has always existed, he’s one of the old gods who sprang to life fully formed. Sitting on the shoulders of men and women through the ages he is by turns perpetrator and poet, murderer and lover, gardener and carer. With sonnets, ballads and lyrical free verse Bone Monkey wanders through a series of shamanic creation myths into reveries on memory, love and loss. If he is brutal and amoral at times, he is also a dreamer rejoicing in those longings to eat the whole world, as Robert Bly has it, which are intrinsically human.

 

Bone Monkey is  available from Shearsman Books

 

Reviews of Bone Monkey:

 

'Janet Sutherland’s latest collection Bone Monkey (Shearsman) combines exquisite lyricism, wit and philosophical inquiry: “Bone Monkey sprang to life./Three strands of darkness and a streak of light/were wound inside his head. His heart/made what it could of that.” '

 

Kay Syrad, Morning Star online 11/12/2014 Poets, publishers and critics rate the collections which have impressed them over the last 12 months

 

Janet Sutherland has created an altogether different beast. Bone Monkey is full of grotesque, pungent images and an overarching concept that draws an engrossing character-based collection tightly together. Through her primordial god, Sutherland explores ideas of origin, violence, death and eternal life:

 

  Bone monkey had grown old - the time had come

  to shuck his skin, to slither out plump as a suckling pig,

  to slip home like a lord.

 

These images repeat themselves throughout the collection. They grab you, violent and ingratiating, just as Bone Monkey, rapist and murderer, does. We experience Bone Monkey's aging, decaying body again and again; eternal renewal without redemption:

 

  and slit the shrivelled leather at his throat.

 

  He put his hands inside, spread them apart

  and climbed outside himself. New tender flesh

  smelt of ambrosia and was sweetly curved.

 

  He cast his old husk on the waters, watched it sink

 

In 'As a god' we see Bone Monkey revel in his decay:

 

  Bone Monkey knows himself a God

 although his raddled arms, his ruined balls

  and buttocks seem to say he's less than that.

 

He is a god regardless:

 

  See how the light springs from his beating heart.

  Why would a god deny time's ravages?

 

Later, Sutherland gives us a new insight in 'Fire and fleet and candle-lighte'; the god that wants to die, who can never know the sweetness of release from the ruthlessness of existence:

 

  Not knowing how to die he hits the sack

   and curls in foetal pose, pretends he's dead.

 

  … What he'd give

  for silence and an end to everything.

  But still his ruthless heart beats on. He lives.

 

Sutherland's collection resists allegory and easy conclusions. It is also playful and darkly humorous; the grotesque intermingles smartly with the absurd. As in 'He adopts the position of a stool pigeon', the image flicks from amusing to hideous betrayal. Again, in 'Assemblage de Beautes', Sutherland begins with the amusing image of our ungainly god in an airing cupboard but quickly we are drawn back to something urgent and fleshly:

 

  there is blood again and a heart beating like crazy.

 

It's a strange, hauntingly prophetic piece of work.

 

Sarah Cave 2014 www.stridemagazine.co.uk

SINK OR SWIM

ISBN 978-1-84861-347-8

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