Launching Something so wild and new in this feeling

 

V. Press is very very delighted to announce the publication of Something so wild and new in this feeling  by Sarah Doyle.

“In these inventive and adventurous collage poems, Sarah Doyle presents Dorothy Wordsworth’s exuberant feeling for life and language in a fresh fabric of her own making. Sympathetic and insightful, tactful, and imaginative, Doyle’s compositions refract the energies of Dorothy’s writings through the subtle medium of her own sensibility, and the result is at once daring and illuminating.”

Gregory Leadbetter

 

“In Something so wild and new in this feeling, Sarah Doyle has taken Dorothy Wordsworth’s journals and developed excerpts into poems, finding felicities of phrasing, musicality, and ideas. Doyle’s skills in pacing, use of the line, and the possibilities of form help us appreciate anew Wordsworth’s habits of thought and close attention to the natural world. With Wordsworth and Doyle, the reader hears the birds singing in the mist.”

Carrie Etter

 

Something so wild and new in this feeling is very composite and very metamorphic. 

ISBN: 978-1-8380488-1-5

36 pages

R.R.P. £6.50

A sample poem from the pamphlet can be found below.

All the Heavens

Venus first showing herself between the struggling

clouds; afterwards Jupiter appeared. The crescent 

moon, Jupiter, and Venus. Jupiter was very glorious,

and one large star hung over the corner of the hills.

Many stars were out. The clouds were moveless,

and the sky soft purple, the lake of Rydale calm,

Jupiter behind. Jupiter at least we call him –

we always call the largest star Jupiter.

The moon was a good height above the mountains.

She seemed far distant in the sky. There were two

stars beside her, that twinkled in and out, and seemed

almost like butterflies in motion and lightness.

Three solitary stars in the middle of the blue vault,

one or two on the points of the high hills. I had 

time to look at the moon while I was thinking my

own thoughts. The moon travelled through the clouds.

The evening star and the glory of the sky: the reflections

in the water were more beautiful than the sky itself,

brighter than precious stones, for ever melting away.

The evening star sunk down, colours faded away.

Jupiter over the hilltops, the only star, like a sun,

flashed out at intervals from behind a black cloud.

The moon appearing now half veiled, the stars

sometimes hiding themselves behind greying clouds.

A very bright moonlight night. Venus almost like 

another moon, lost to us long before she goes 

down the large white sea. The horned moon was set.

A beautiful evening, very starry, the horned moon.

The moon shone like herrings in the water, a silver

boat. The moon had the old moon in her arms

in a black-blue vault. She sailed along, followed

by multitudes of stars, small, and bright, and sharp.

A very mild moonlight night. Glow-worms everywhere.

Attended by Jupiter and Venus in their palest hues,

the crescent moon, a silvery line, a thready bow.

The moonlight lay upon the hills like snow.