Fleur Adcock

ANZL Fellow

Photo credit: Jemimah Kuhfeld

 

Sarah Quigley on Fleur Adcock:

It’s hard to sum up a writer whose reputation is as large, whose oeuvre is as substantial and whose creative talent is as magical as Fleur Adcock’s. Perhaps her name is a good place to start? Somehow, I’ve always connected her last name with the qualities of an ADze: the integrity and hardness of stone, a poetic vision with a sharp cutting edge, able to slice through all layers of artifice to reach the heart of the matter.

And then there’s the first name: the delicacy of a flower, the lightness of touch that seems so natural, one can only wonder: How did she do that? Yes, somehow her dual-natured name, the balancing of opposites, symbolises all that she is as an artist.

When I visited Fleur Adcock in her North London house, we drank tea, chatted about New Zealand poetry and wandered in the nearby woods. For someone like me who’s always in a hurry, that crisp sunny afternoon felt miraculously sealed off from the bustle of ordinary life. Adcock has the ability to live completely in the moment. Yet far from losing herself in it, she encourages it to approach: absorbs it (nothing escapes her curious interest, from the pattern on a bone-china teacup to the blazing grandeur of an English oak) – and then, with a kind of poetic alchemy, transforms it with a deceptive casualness that never eschews elegance.

Adcock was born in New Zealand to English parents, who took her back to wartime England when she was a child. Her adolescence was spent in New Zealand, but when she finally returned to England in the 1960s, it seems to have been a homecoming of sorts: she’s been based in London ever since. More than twenty books later, with an OBE (1996) and a Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry (2006), she’s become a well-respected and much-admired institution in the world of British poetry.

Poetically, she often draws on memories of her English childhood:

And what was the happiest day I remember? It was when we went to the Mill Stream –

my sister and I and the Morris kids. We wore our bathing-suits under our dresses (subterfuge), crossed the live railway lines (forbidden), and tramped through bluebell woods.

Yet as recently as 2014, she based an entire collection around her New Zealand ancestry. The Land Ballot was a poetic sequence recounting the story of her grandparents, immigrants from Manchester, who won a hundred and fifty acres of ‘unbroached bush’ at Te Rauamoa. In a compelling mix of fact – ‘things turn folkloric if you wait too long’ – and conjecture, Adcock recreates one of the most fascinating and strange periods of colonial history: small isolated communities establishing determined pockets of Europeanness in an alien environment.

It can be difficult for New Zealand-born writers living away to avoid the tag of ‘writer in exile’, but Adcock has always transcended national pigeonholing. Like Mansfield, she displays an intense attachment to, and a sharp-eyed detachment from, the country of her birth. Themes of identity and cultural rootedness are important in her poetry – but no more so than the preoccupations central to ‘humanness’: love, sex, dreams, ambition, illness, cruelty, kindness. Who can forget the lines from ‘For a Five-Year-Old’, in which the poet helps her son rescue a snail:

… your gentleness is moulded still by words from me, who have trapped mice and shot wild birds, from me, who drowned your kittens, who betrayed your closest relatives and who purveyed the harshest kind of truth to many another, But that is how things are: I am your mother, And we are kind to snails.

This is pure Adcock: the unsentimentality yoked with deep emotion; the seemingly casual tone countered by the finely wrought rhyme and form – and then the searingly understated, undeniable denouement, which has the finality and force of a blow or a kiss. This is surely what Carol Ann Duffy referred to when she described Adcock’s talent as being encountered like ‘a razor blade in a peach’.

 

Accolades

Queen’s Gold Medal for Poetry (2006)

Companion of the New Zealand Order of Merit for services to literature (2008)

OBE (1996)

Arts Council Writers’ Award (1988)

New Zealand Book Award for Poetry (1984)

Buckland Award (1979)

Cholmondeley Award (1976)

Jessie Mackay Prize (1972)

Buckland Award (1968)

Jessie Mackay Prize (1968)

New Zealand State Literary Fund Award (1964)

Festival of Wellington Poetry Award (1961)

 

Links

New Zealand Book Council profile page

Poetry Archive poet page

Poetry Foundation poet page

Victoria University Press author page

Bloodaxe Books author page

Wikipedia

Sunday Star Times interview (May, 2013)

NZ Listener article (May, 2013)

Bibliography: Fleur Adcock

 

Poetry

Collected Poems (Victoria UP, 2019)

The Land Ballot (Victoria UP, 2014)

Glass Wings (Victoria UP, 2013)

Dragon Talk (Bloodaxe Books, 2010)

Poems 1960–2000 (Bloodaxe Books, 2000)

Looking Back (Oxford UP, 1997)

Time-Zones (Oxford UP, 1991)

Meeting the Comet (Bloodaxe Books, 1988)

The Incident Book (Oxford UP, 1986)

Hotspur: A Ballad (Bloodaxe Books, 1986)

Selected Poems (Oxford UP, 1983)

Below Loughrigg (Bloodaxe Books, 1979)

The Inner Harbour (Oxford UP, 1979)

The Scenic Route (Oxford UP, 1974)

High Tide in the Garden (Oxford UP, 1971)

Tigers (Oxford UP, 1967)

The Eye of the Hurricane (Reed, 1964)

 

Creative Nonfiction

Cherries on a Plate: New Zealand Writers Talk about their Sisters (Memoir ed. Marilyn Duckworth: Random House, 1996)

 

Anthologies

A small selection:

Jubilee Lines: 60 Poets for 60 Years (ed. Carol Ann Duffy: Faber, 2012)

The Best of Best New Zealand Poems (ed. Bill Manhire & Damien Wilkins: Victoria UP, 2011)

99 Ways into New Zealand Poetry (ed. Paula Green & Harry Ricketts: Vintage, 2010)

A Good Handful: Great New Zealand Poems about Sex (Auckland UP, 2008)

The New Faber Book of Love Poems (ed. James Fenton: Faber, 2006)

The 2nd Wellington International Poetry Festival Anthology (ed. & compiled by Mark Pirie, Ron Riddell & Saray Torres: HeadworX, 2004)

The Bloodaxe Book of 20th Century Poetry (ed. Edna Longley: Bloodaxe Books, 2000)

The Oxford Companion to New Zealand Literature (ed. Roger Robinson & Nelson Wattie, Oxford UP, 1998)

Five Modern Poets: Fleur Adcock, UA Fanthorpe, Tony Harrison, Anne StevensonDerek Walcott (ed. Barbara Bleiman: Longman, 1993)

An Anthology of Twentieth-Century New Zealand Poetry (ed. Vincent O’Sullivan: Oxford UP, 1970, rev. 1987)

 

Editor

The Oxford Book of Creatures (with Jacqueline Simms, verse & prose anthology: Oxford UP, 1995)

Hugh Primas and the Archpoet (Trans. & ed.: Cambridge UP, 1994)

Letters from Darkness: Poems by Daniela Crasnaru (Trans.: Oxford UP, 1992)

Orient Express: Poems by Grete Tartler (Trans.: Oxford UP, 1989)

The Faber Book of 20th Century Women’s Poetry (Faber, 1987)

The Virgin and the Nightingale: Medieval Latin poems (Trans.: Bloodaxe Books, 1983)

The Oxford Book of Contemporary New Zealand Poetry (Oxford UP, 1982)

 

'One of writing’s greatest magics is to allow us – to use Kiri Piahana-Wong’s phrase – to slide outside the trap of time.' - David Taylor

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