Runswick: Smart Songs
Eight songs of Elizabeth Smart
Alison Truefitt |
Elizabeth Smart: a note by Alison Even as a teenager Elizabeth Smart (1913-1986) rebelled against the highlife of her wealthy Canadian family. She built herself a hideout in the wilderness of her father's huge estate which she named 'The Pulley' after a poem by George Herbert that links wealth and weariness. In her 20s, avidly reading and writing poetry, she chanced on a volume by George Barker, then a young Turk on the UK literary scene, and then and there fell in love with the man and his poems, vowing to marry him. She arranged a visit for him and his wife to California, and had a wild and passionate affair with him, recorded in her first book, By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept, 1945, which Brigid Brophy described as 'a masterpiece of poetic prose'. She never married George, but followed him to the UK where they continued a hectic and erratic affair for decades, during which she bore him four children — a socially stigmatized single mother, struggling on the 'dress allowance' she still received from her family. But she used her skills to make ends meet, becoming one of London's top advertising copywriters, and later editor of Queen magazine. She had other lovers now, men and women, and a fairly alcoholic social life in Soho. She did not really return to her own writing for 20 years, retiring to a Suffolk cottage in 1966 to write and garden — her other great passion — though she was getting old and felt pretty certain it was too late. But she was wrong. Four more volumes of hers were published and her posthumous fame is still growing. Several of the poems in Daryl's Smart Songs concern her experience of this late-life re-birth: the difficulty of starting again so late, the challenge of age and of love which she began to see as an 'irrelevancy' that had kept her from her true calling. She died of a heart attack aged 72 alone in her London flat. |
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1 A Bell
There’s a new bell on my door There’s a new fish on my hook Unconscious says it’s good to eat. Wily fishermen must be prepared The new bell’s up. It’s ready to ring. No sound. It must be Early Closing Day. Maybe I got confused. Most ways are hard. Don’t come. Don’t ring. Unless you’re the real McCoy I’ll wait (the greater part of wisdom, life But I’ll get my greeting ready and I’ll cook my fish 2 Trying To Write
Why am I so frightened 3 There Are Two Movements In A Woman's Life
Rock rock 4 Old Woman Flying
Why shouldn’t an old woman fly? Old Mr Yeats So, pale and pendulous on my shaky bough A hello, a hooray, 5 Interlude
Words, my horses, roam unbroken in my head Here I sit who am no wizard What serene land is offered to my eye? The castles of grain Words, my horses, roam unbroken in my head As near as the centre of the world lies my bird But I swim like a swan not much caring. On my mountain a house is Words, my horses, roam unbroken in my head Time leaps! Time bounds! My love my love when will you be here? Only O only. 6 The Muse, His And Hers
His pampered Muse When his Muse cried Her Muse screamed Neither. Either Clashed, rebuked: Kettles boiling! Her Muse called Guilt drove him on. Can women do? Those gaps! It’s decades Is it too late Eschew, true woman, Useful in the dark See lucky man This test-case woman 7 In My Shattered Garden
In my shattered garden 8 Treacherous Surfaces
I said: ‘All surfaces are treacherous But he was lecherous I see: all art is unnatural.
Recorded at the DReam Room 3-4 April 2013. All these compositions and recordings are covered by copyright. |
Smart Songs: a note by Daryl I discovered Elizabeth Smart (before I discovered George Barker, Elizabeth Smart’s poems suit Alison very well: most of them were
The texts of the fifth song, ‘Interlude’, are taken from Poems
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