The Asylum Dance

by John Burnside

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A Whitbread Prize-winning collection of poems that are 'lyrical, tough, often oddly sinister... and can up-end your mood like a drug or a dream' (Gordon Burn, Independent). Lucid, tender, and strangely troubling, the poems in The Asylum Dance - which won the Whitbread Prize for Poetry - are hymns to the tension between the sanctuary of home and the lure of escape. This is territory that Burnside has made his own- a domestic world threaded through with myth and longing, beyond which lies a no show more man's land - the 'somewhere in between' - of dusk or dawn, of mists or sudden light, where the epiphanies are. Using the framework of four long poems, 'Ports', 'Settlements', 'Fields' and 'Roads', the poet balances presence with absence; we are shown the homing instinct - felt in the blood and marrow - as a pull to refuge, simplicity, and a safe haven, while at the same time hearing the siren call from the world beyond- the thrilling expectancy of fairground or dancehall, the possibilities of the open road. With a confident open line and complete command of the language, John Burnside writes with grace, agility and profound philosophical purpose, confirming his position in the front rank of contemporary poetry. show less

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John Burnside is a poet, novelist, and memoirist whose many books include Still Life with Feeding Snake and On Henry Miller (Princeton). He is professor of English at the University of St Andrews and a regular contributor to the London Review of Books.

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Canonical title
The Asylum Dance
Dedication
for Robin Robertson
First words
PORTS


‘Pas de port. Ports inconnus.’
Henri Michaux

I HAVEN


Our dwelling place:

the light above the firth

shipping forecasts
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theorems


his choice of a single word to describe

the gun-metal grey of the sky

as the gulls

flicker between the roofs

on Tolbooth Wynd.
Last words
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forgive me

being not the man I seem

not lost or found
but somewhere in between.

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Genres
Poetry, Fiction and Literature, Literature Studies and Criticism
DDC/MDS
821.914Literature & rhetoricEnglish & Old English literaturesBritish Poetry1900-1900-19991945-1999
LCC
PR6052 .U6683 .A94Language and LiteratureEnglishEnglish Literature1961-2000
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