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In poems that are bold, effervescent, frequently playful, Griffiths approaches serious subjects - eating disorders, ageing, grieving - with a precise and inventive lyricism. The Attitudes compiles multitudes, with layer upon layer of counterpoints, juxtaposing and exploring the unresolvable, all the while seeking to move towards a place of deeper reflection and stillness away from the noise and distraction of the daily business of being alive. An astute and accomplished book which transforms
Katie Griffiths
Katie Griffiths grew up in Ottawa, Canada, in a family originally from Northern Ireland. In 2019 she was awarded second prize in the National Poetry Competition with ‘Do not indulge indigo’ and had the pleasure of reading her own Spanish translation of the poem at the Cosmopoética festival in Cordoba, Spain. Her pamphlet My Shrink is Pregnant (illustrated by Anna Steinberg) was a winner in the Live Canon pamphlet competition. In 2016 she was published in Primers Volume One by Nine Arches Press. A member of Malika’s Poetry Kitchen and Red Door Poets, Katie is also singer-songwriter in the band A Woman in Goggles.
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The Attitudes - Katie Griffiths
And in our idleness we compare hands
He says, exorcism
improves flexibility of the hands.
Hands clarify,
throw light.
I say, but hands are heavy-duty.
They drag their body behind.
And did he know, first cousin to a hand
is not a foot but a rake. (Let the earth prepare.)
He says, to focus the disintegrating mind
you must place two fingers
on the person’s eyes
before you raise the eyelids.
I say, my fingers
are too stiff
from questions.
He says, it’s a spiritual emergency.
He keeps a collection of items his clients
have spat out. Keys. Nails.
I say, I keep
a magnifying glass to study
my hands, their wrinkling –
a new ordinance of skin.
He says he saw four strapping men
struggle to hold down a young girl.
I say, I held my father close
those last minutes before his hands
dropped like starfish
learning the ocean.
Dough must not not enter the body
i.
One summer
she learned how to eat.
Not to swallow, just spit – crouch
with jam pastries and a paper bag.
She ate herself down to the cellar,
each night painted a portrait
of a harlot with lopsided hat
that grew with each mistake:
one botched eye had to go,
hidden by an extended brim.
Daytimes, balled against ribs
of a wooden rowboat, she’d drift
with the current, invisible
to shore, trying to occupy
less space yet at the same time
disturb it more. For wasn’t that
the communion wafer’s trick
on the tongues of the pious?
To dissolve. Disappear.
Do the holy work.
The Attitudes
Insipid are the moonbathers
for their light spills in small places.
Torrid are those who amass
for their trinkets will devour.
Vapid are the earthmongers
for their deals trample the nestfallen.
Rigid are those who embellish
for their fables will encrust.
Sordid are the soulscammers
for their workday sees no dusk.
Candid are those who lactate
for their largesse is passed on.
Rapid are the waterstabbers
for their targets leach away.
Sacred are those who clamber
for their vertigo instructs.
Intrepid are the scargazers
whose bodies weep for an end.
Moonbather
She is slink and fall.
A trespass in the orchard
that wrongfoots the trees.
Her darkness is famished.
She needs the kind of moon you
grind in your teeth
the kind of moon that never consoles.
How she wants to feel sorry for
you feeling sorry for her
and all the light you fail to exchange.
Under sombre whims
her reason is permeable.
See how readily she strips down
and becomes moonlogged –
innermost and full of retraction.
She wants the kind of moon
that saturates,
the kind that rains calamitous pieces.
Will you try to save her? Of course.
You’ll drop footholds and rungs.
You’ll call from your sill:
sister sister shake out your limbs.
Divine non-intervention
It sours your day.
Leaves a bad smell in the stairwell.
What supreme being? Unless still
lounging on Mount Olympus,
dysfunctional. Certainly mauled by all sides.
Pulled apart like moth wings.
Expanding to the required diameter.
Or none at all.
Each time you reach for the remote
you’re trapped alive. To be frank,
the headlines alarm.