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Ruth Fainlight
Nacionalidad:
Reino Unido
E-mail:
ruth.fainlight@gmail.com
Biografia

RUTH FAINLIGHT

Ruth Fainlight was born in New York City in 1931. She was educated in the United States and England, and studied for two years at the Birmingham and Brighton Colleges of Arts and Crafts. She has lived in England since the age of 15. Her first poetry collection, Cages, was published in 1966. She was Poet in Residence at Vanderbilt University, Nashville, Tennessee, in 1985 and 1990. She was Writing Tutor (for libretti) at the Performing Arts Labs, International Opera and Music Theatre Labs in the UK in 1997-9.

Her collections of poetry include To See the Matter Clearly (1968), Sibyls and Others (1980), The Knot (1990), Selected Poems (1995) and Sugar-Paper Blue (1997), which was shortlisted for the Whitbread Poetry Award. Her most recent collection of poetry is Moon Wheels (2006).

As a poet, short-story writer and translator, Ruth Fainlight is a contributor to many anthologies. Her own work has been translated into Portuguese, French, Spanish and, most recently, Italian, and she has herself published translations from the Portuguese of the poetry of Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen. She has also written three libretti: The Dancer Hotoke (1991), a chamber opera with music by Erika Fox, performed as part of the Royal Opera's 'Garden Venture' in 1991 and shortlisted for the Laurence Olivier Award for Outstanding Achievement in Opera; The European Story (based on Fainlight's poem of the same title, 1993), also commissioned by the Royal Opera House; and Bedlam Britannica, which was commissioned by Channel 4 Television for the series 'War Cries' in 1995.

Ruth Fainlight has recently complete a new translation of Sophocles' Theban plays, which will be published in the US. She lives in London and is married to the writer Alan Sillitoe.

 

THE PLAYGROUND                                                                                                                     

 

One September morning

under the willow tree`s green-tasselled tent

that straddled dripping bushes and puddled paths

we sheltered from an equinoctial storm

dragging heaps of  yellow leaves across the grass

 

then in the empty playground

saw abandoned toys: trucks, buckets and spades,

their primary colours glistening from the sandpit,

jaunty wooden snails to ride like magic horses

and two square swings like small security cages.

 

The slick shine of rain

streaked the bed of a river down the metal slide.

Only the roundabout, its bright red struts and

central hub a science-fiction spaceship, hinted

that above the cloud stretched endless blue sky.

 

THE MOTORWAY

 

I was born in the motorway era:

we both were. He used to say it made him

happy to see me writing in the car,

in the passenger seat.

 

We drove the motorways – going north on

the M1, all the routes through France heading south,

west from Nashville to San Diego, then

east again across the continent

to Montauk Point before returning the car:

you driving, me writing.

 

Sometimes I`d be aware you`d quickly turned

your head sideways, only for a moment

shifting your gaze from the road – one flick

of your eyes, to watch me making notes. 

I laughed and said: ‘It`s perfect – you driving,

me writing, let`s go on like this forever',

and you laughed and agreed.

 

But we didn`t. There were other things to do.

And now it`s impossible. You`re dead.

And I`m driving with another person,

with someone else.

 

I stare through the windscreen into the distance

as the pylons draw their lines of power

across the green and brown and yellow fields,

the landscape of small hills, hedges and streams

you taught me to understand -- stare into

the distance -- as if by looking hard enough

I`ll find that place where the two sides of the road

merge and unite.
NUMINOUS                                                                                   

 

The earth is turning on its axis:

all day long I feel the room,

the house, the street, slide slowly

sideways, right not left

clockwise

north to south

east to west:

as dignified as a Cunard liner

released into its element,

a keel parting foaming water

a hawk breasting the arctic wind.

 

Almost impossible to ignore

once I sense the planet`s movement

that unstoppable gyration.

The thought is dizzying

makes me primitive

my fingers

want to dig into the earth

clutch at every pebble

anything solid

not to be spun off

this suddenly unstable surface.

 

Then daily life`s confidence                           

and limitation reassert.

Gone, that total

immediate

bodily

yet numinous

realisation (soon forgotten)

of the universal rhythm.

Now, once more, the sun moves

obedient from window to window.

The ground is solid under my feet.

 

 

Genres (in alphabetical order)

Fiction, Libretto, Poetry, Short stories, Translation

 

Bibliography

A Forecast, A Fable   (pamphlet)   Outposts, 1958

Cages   Macmillan, 1966

To See the Matter Clearly   Macmillan, 1968

All Citizens Are Soldiers   (adaptation with Alan Sillitoe of Fuente Ovejuna/Lope de Vega)   Macmillan, 1969

Daylife and Nightlife: Stories   André Deutsch, 1971

Penguin Modern Stories   (contributor)   Penguin, 1971

Poems   (with Ted Hughes and Alan Sillitoe)   Rainbow Press, 1971

The Region's Violence   Hutchinson, 1973

Twenty-One Poems   Turret Books, 1973

Another Full Moon   Hutchinson, 1976

Two Fire Poems   Sceptre, 1977

The Function of Tears   Sceptre, 1979

Sibyls and Others   Hutchinson, 1980

Two Wind Poems   Martin Booth, 1980

Climates   Bloodaxe, 1983

Fifteen to Infinity   Hutchinson, 1983

Navigations/Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen   (translator)   Casa da Moeda (Lisbon), 1983

Marine Rose: Selected Poems/Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen   (translator)   Black Swan Books (US), 1986

Selected Poems   Hutchinson, 1987

Three Poems   (limited edition)   Words Press, 1988

The Knot   Hutchinson, 1990

This Time of Year   Sinclair-Stevenson, 1993

Dr Clock's Last Case and Other Stories   Virago, 1994

Selected Poems   Sinclair-Stevenson, 1995

Sugar-Paper Blue   Bloodaxe, 1997

Burning Wire   Bloodaxe, 2002

Moon Wheels   Bloodaxe, 2006

 

Prizes and awards

1992   Laurence Olivier Award for Outstanding Achievement in Opera   (shortlist)   The Dancer Hotoke

1994   Cholmondeley Award

1997   Whitbread Poetry Award   (shortlist)   Sugar-Paper Blue

 

Critical Perspective

The hallmark of Ruth Fainlight's Poetry is its intense self-scrutiny. By focussing on life's seeming minutiae, it finds a quasi-religious sense of the numinous, even the mystical, within the everyday. Her wish is 'to see the matter clearly'; a brooding, restrained and cerebral sensibility measured changes in the scenes around her, subtle shifts in relationships, and heightened awareness of the natural world. In such ways her poetry has grown ever more distinctive as she herself has got older, appropriating the Sibyl as her own ambiguous female figure of agonised wisdom: 'I am the seer who reads her own entrails/… My cries of pain are heard as prophecies' ('Hand-out before the Show'). Fainlight's transplanted identity is surely significant. Born in New York to European Jewish parentage, she came to Britain at the age of 15, and the heritage of her mother's family has become an increasingly urgent concern. Indeed, consciousness of the Jewish historical experience, especially the Holocaust, forms the subtext to much of her work; 'At first it seemed a swaying field of flowers / windblown beside a railway track, but then / I saw it was the turning heads of men / unloaded from the cattle trucks at Auschwitz' ('Archive Film Material').

Ruth Fainlight had a friendship with Sylvia Plath in the late 1950s - like her, an expatriate American married to an already well known English writer (Fainlight's husband is Alan Sillitoe). Plath in fact dedicated a rather menacing 1962 poem 'Elm' to her and at least some of her work takes up Plath's intense manner, though far less histrionically. Her poems similarly exhibit a sense of psychological pressure, with subjects both domestic and mythic; dream versions of parents or children, and habitual invocations of the moon. For Fainlight it is an object of life-long fascination, 'from thinnest crescent into ripeness', though it also serves as a symbol of depressive femaleness: 'My moon shines obdurate as scar tissue, / A circle cut from steel sheeting … / In the hollow of a dead black sky' ('One Phase of the Moon'). Fainlight's Selected Poems (1987, revised 1995) illustrates a very particular body of work. 'Her voice can be cutting as well as lyrical' observed Helen Dunmore when reviewing the book, especially when examining 'the apparatus of femininity'. 'The crescent' looks at her mother's lipstick, worn away to a crescent, finding her own lipsalve taking the same shape: 'the eternal smile / of her survival through me'. As Dunmore notes, Fainlight is terrific on the subject of ageing. 'Divination by Hair', for example, finds a woman pulling out white hairs before the mirror that becomes 'a superseded altar, / the secret place of panic, rage, and grief'.

A collection such as This Time of Year (1993) is typical in its autobiographical lyrics, but they contrast with an entirely cerebral poem such as 'The Fish' which contains an image for thought itself, that 'makes my brain convulse and twist in my / skull like a fish in a net, with a fish's vigour'. Fainlight's guarded homage is to religion as 'the few surviving rituals / of a lost tradition'. 'New-born', the most remarkable poem in the book, takes up imagery of ancient Egyptian tombs to describe the self-sacrificing life-cycle of the Pacific octopus, its eggs in the circling current, 'like souls departing for eternity / or new-born gods'. A sardonic sequence of 'Twelve Sibyls', accompanied by the artist Leonard Baskin's woodcuts, revisits Sibyls and Others (1980). Fainlight has written dozens of poems about these ambiguous figures, bridging religion, classical and Biblical settings, femininity and modernity. One of them concludes: 'I am no more conscious of the prophecies / than I can understand the language of birds /…let the simple folk praise you, / keep you safe as a caged bird, / and call you a sibyl'.

Sugar-Paper Blue (1997) was short-listed for the Whitbread Poetry Award. Its title refers to the colour of the walls in the room below the Leningrad flat occupied by the Russian poet Anna Akhmatova, who Fainlight met there in 1965. Memory takes an ever-increasing prominence, reaching back to flowers recalled from a wartime childhood, 'the long wicks of white pith packed inside / the clumped hard green stems of rushes' ('Evacuee'), and adult observation of 'Anomalous bright blossom / in late afternoon shadow' ('Autumn Crocus'). For Fainlight, the other side of memory is mortality: 'I have passed the gate / of flesh. Now, the wait - how long? - / to learn the final task, before / I am let through the gate of earth' ('The Gates'). Her latest collection is Burning Wire (2002); the title image seems to stand for mental illumination, its tension and release: 'Rein back from thought until / you are its medium - or / force mind forward like / a burning wire into the core / of question …'. Whether reflecting on transience or the passage of time, it is deeply sunk in memories. A girl hears 'La Traviata' on the radio at her aunt's house in New York during the war' a mature woman recalls her mother and father, and she pores over a group family photograph in 1920s Montevideo. The lunar imagery remains: 'a full moon could still keep me awake, / restless, excited, / all through a summer's night, like the old days…/ my role and fate: to be / a watchful, solitary sister of the moon' ('Insistence'). The lengthy sequence 'Solomon and Sheba' incorporates Jewish tradition and Biblical myth within her own - Sheba is seen as a Sibyl, prophesying the coming of Christ.

Fainlight's short stories are excellent, and are generally undervalued. They range from strict realism to folklore or feminist fables such as 'The Fish-Scale Shirt', and even erotic fantasy. The title story of Dr Clock's Last Case (1994), in which a confused young woman has sex with her psychiatrist, was actually first published in Penthouse magazine. A young girl's social embarrassments in wartime America are symbolised in her party dress made out of a curtain; subsequent stories depict her different sexual maturing, and the disturbing attentions of men. There are more contemporary settings. Some concern the feckless lives of hard-drinking expatriates; and terrorists hold a professor and his wife captive in their own home. Several stories revolve around disturbed psychological states, eating disorders and sexual tensions within the family. In 'June and Nelly', for example, a glamorous domineering mother takes over her daughter's fiancée. 'My Little Sister' is a sinister tale of voyeurism and sexual control between two siblings. Perhaps the most memorable story is 'Another Survivor', in which a middle-aged accountant has an apparition of his mother, a victim of the Holocaust. He starts to reassemble the family home as it was in 1933 - and dresses his daughter in his mother's clothes. Like her poetry, Fainlight's fiction is precisely observed, often poignant, full of passions below its intellectual surface, and at times genuinely disturbing.


Dr. Jules Smith, 2003

 

Author statement

'I try to keep the words of a poem close to the feelings and sensations that inspired it, in the hope that it will inspire the same sense of recognition, feelings and memories in its reader. In this way, he or she becomes involved in its reality, even a participant in its creation - because reading is an active relationship between reader and writer.

But writing is a relationship between writer and language. A poem develops organically from the first inspiring phrase. That phrase, or cluster of words, includes every essential element of the poem, and the poet's work is to allow all its potential of sound and meaning to realise itself. And like every other living organism, its development is a unique combination of unassailable laws and the entirely unexpected.'

 

 

 

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