The Claims Office
By Dai George
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The largely straightforward narrative in this remarkably assured debut poetry collection from a young Welsh poet is compellingly interlaced with often-elaborate and strange textures and imagery. The rich surface is undercut by a mix of rebellious energy and unflinching satire that manifests itself in nature poems that are often anti-nature—as in the darkly humorous “Narwhal”—in lively meditations on life in New York and London, and in skewed love poems (“Plans with the Unmet Wife”). Dai George’s pieces on his native Wales, such as the title poem, similarly display an edgy sarcasm, though intermixed with an elegiac tone; they display a deep suspicion of authority and a reluctance to conform to nationalist cliché. As a whole, this collection marks the emergence of a new, thoughtful, intriguing voice in British poetry.
Dai George
Dai George was born in Cardiff and has studied in Bristol, New York and London. His poems and criticism have appeared in The Guardian Online, The Boston Review, New Welsh Review, Poetry Review, The White Review, The Lonely Crowd, and many other magazines and anthologies. His first collection, The Claims Office (Seren, 2013) was an Evening Standard Book of the Year. He works as Reviews Editor for Poetry London and teaches widely, in universities, schools and adult education. His first novel, The Counterplot, came out as an Audible Original in 2019.
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The Claims Office - Dai George
Acknowledgements
Reclaiming the View
At her graveside I’m without walls. Safe
from the churn of claim and counterclaim,
I hand myself over to what there is:
six trim mountains overlapping,
the town below, its vest of rain.
I sit on her marble roof and hold
a census of the trees. Here flowerless,
there Nordic in their bristling green;
to her left a spritz of elderflower-white
bubbling off the boughs. Her grave
restores the land to decency. She lived
the life for which I’d fight, but knew
no other way. Eventually the rain
will send me spoiling down the valley
into the fractious theatre of claims
but on her grave top I’m unmanned.
Here there is just the fact of her
bones cuddling under me;
spring lambs the hill over
and, around me, headstones:
their small, laconic messages.
Mergers and Acquisitions
Just as two dandelions choke in the web
a spider laid to trick his evening kill,
so do I flail in the net of being born
too near technology’s final coup.
At the windiest end of August,
in a cardigan upon the well-heeled hill,
I drink with my neighbours – the girl in boots,
the book swap and the gastro pie – and just
as my kingdom fawns on summer champions,
so does a child fasten to a catalogue and cry
methodically in yearning for this toy then that before
a rival craze gazumps it and the jilted thing
goes dusty in a warehouse, boxed.
I walk back past terraced homes I’ll not
afford in a prism of Sunday springs,
and just as the pension book signifies
a grizzled sexpot where the taste prefers
a salt-and-pepper dusting on the chin,
so in some quarters does my face belong
to colour supplements and record books.
I long to be free of the lurch
to September with its milksop gifts
but, just as the river excels in its bed,
so am I bound to be locked to it.
Just as I rail against the hour that the Web
started up its racket in the Logos slums,
so does a weaver take a mallet to his loom
and spurn it with a thump to halt the clock.
Nothing alters. This life proceeds
via botched conjunctions, portmanteaux,
through acronyms and bumf. And just as
my death in the eyes of the dying
is but a fissure in a knackered edifice
so does my country deserve no song
to mourn its impending eclipse.
Yes, this is hostile. This is flowers
battering like stags to breathe. But
just as the discovered tomb resolves
our vision of the Pharaoh’s court,
so may there come a day when gold
clarifies to the flesh it masked. So may
our shareholdings melt away and leave
the bullion of our livelihoods: warm bread,
purchased homes, and money a neutral liquid.