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CAROL ANN DUFFY
BIOGRAPHY
Born on 23 December 1955 in Glasgow, Carol Ann Duffy read philosophy at Liverpool University. She is a
former editor of the poetry magazine Ambit and is a regular reviewer and broadcaster. She moved from
London to Manchester in 1996 and began to lecture in poetry at Manchester Metropolitan University. Her
papers were acquired by the Robert W. Woodruff Library of Emory University in 1999 and in October
2000 she was awarded a grant of £75,000 over a five-year period by the National Endowment for Science,
Technology and the Arts (NESTA).
Her poetry collections include Standing Female Nude (1985), winner of a Scottish Arts Council Award;
Selling Manhattan (1987), which won a Somerset Maugham Award; The Other Country (1990); Mean
Time (1993), which won the Whitbread Poetry Award and the Forward Poetry Prize (Best Poetry
Collection of the Year); and The World’s Wife (1999). Feminine Gospels (2002) moved away from the
dramatic monologues of its predecessor (save for one poem, Sub) and instead consisted of a series of
narrative poems exploring a variety of women’s lives and stories.
Carol Ann Duffy has also gained acclaim as an editor. In Out of Fashion (2004) she created what the
British Council Contemporary Writers webpage about her describes as ‘a vital dialogue between classic
and contemporary poets over the two arts of poetry and fashion’. She has also had plays performed at the
Liverpool Playhouse and the Almeida Theatre in London. Her plays include Take My Husband (1982),
Cavern of Dreams (1984), Little Women, Big Boys (1986) and Loss (1986), a radio play. She received an
Eric Gregory Award in 1984 and a Cholmondeley Award in 1992 from the Society of Authors, the Dylan
Thomas Award from the Poetry Society in 1989 and a Lannan Literary Award from the Lannan Foundation
(USA) in 1995. She was awarded an OBE in 1995, a CBE in 2001 and became a Fellow of the Royal
Society of Literature in 1999.
Overview
Carol Ann Duffy is a poet whose concerns are many, and presented using a wide range of techniques but
always with an eye for the commonality of human experience. While hugely accessible, this is not to say
her poetry lacks complexity – far from it. Her ability to engage with important philosophical and political
issues of the day, her use of humour and wit, her responsiveness to the lives of the isolated and the
oppressed, all clearly point to a poet willing to cover topics at times discomforting and disturbing while
also proving herself able to write entertaining and very moving dramatic monologues and narration in verse
form. Proving herself compassionately left-wing throughout her body of work, Duffy is no establishment
poet; the furore over the appointment of the Poet Laureate saw a number of tabloid newspapers presenting
her as a dangerously deviant revolutionary working against authority, which some might argue to be hugely
complementary as statements go, and definitely in her favour if change had been sought after in terms of
how the role of Poet Laureate was operated.
The turn-of-the-century controversy did nothing to undermine Duffy’s position as one of the most popular
poets writing today. Part of the reason for this is her use of the dramatic monologue in particular,
demonstrating time and time again that she has an acute ear for the voices of the people (and, sometimes,
animals) she represents in her work, be they child murderers or painters’ models, famous figures from
antiquity such as Helen of Troy or the anonymous and lonely. And then there are the (apparently)
reincarnating cats and the entrapped dolphins.
Although Duffy’s poetic voice is decidedly modern and distinctive, she seems very much aware of the
heritage of English, American and European poetry. She owes a debt to Robert Browning (1812-89) and
his use of the dramatic monologue, while she has acknowledged John Keats (1795-1821) as an early
interest who she consciously tried to imitate when she was very young. It is in her sensualism that we can
see an affinity with him. Sylvia Plath’s control of language and use of imagery made a lasting impact,
while Adrienne Rich’s radicalism led by example when it came to Duffy’s own emerging feminist position.
WH Auden’s (1907-73) versatile use of poetic forms appealed to her greatly, while Gerard Manley
Hopkins (1844-89) was admired for his technical mastery and acute observations. TS Eliot is remarked
upon by many critics as being perhaps the most powerful poetic influence upon Duffy, particularly through
his use of vers libre (free verse) combined with dramatic monologue.
Duffy’s work at times deals with the limitations as well as the possibilities of language, which at first
consideration may be expected in a poet but she frequently draws attention to the inability of language to
convey what people want to express. She is preoccupied with truth, also. Her inclusion in anthologies
devoted to twentieth century poets seems somewhat premature when you consider the impact she continues
to have, as evidenced by her winning the TS Eliot Prize for Rapture (2005) only this week. Time will tell
whether Duffy is to be classed as belonging primarily to this century, or the last, but one thing is certain:
she has already earned her place in English literature.
These are just a few which crop up time and time again in discursive essays, critical guides, and so on: The
Grammar of Light, Small Female Skull, Standing Female Nude, Anne Hathaway, Psychopath, Warming
Her Pearls. There are many, many more. As Peter Forbes wrote in his critique of Duffy’s work for The
British Council, ‘any poet who can write six poems that lodge in the collective memory is going to last as a
poet, and Carol Ann Duffy has already achieved that’.
Much is made of Carol Ann Duffy’s ability to use traditional forms, especially the sonnet and she makes
use of the dramatic monologue to adopt a multitude of personas to great effect. Themes covered in her
poetry (and which often overlap) include childhood, memory, love, relationships, sexuality, time, politics,
and language itself.
1.
Originally
Here.
It will blind you with tears
like a lover.
It will make your reflection
a wobbling photo of grief.
I am trying to be truthful.
Take it.
Its platinum loops shrink to a wedding-ring,
if you like.
Lethal.
Its scent will cling to your fingers,
cling to your knife.
(from Mean Time (1993))
4.
Like Earning a Living
5.
Head of English
Today we have a poet in the class.
A real live poet with a published book.
Notice the inkstained fingers girls. Perhaps
we’re going to witness verse hot from the press.
Who knows. Please show your appreciation
by clapping. Not too loud. Now
6.
Before You Were Mine
I’m ten years away from the corner you laugh on
With your pals, Maggie McGeeny and Jean Duff
The three of you bend from the waist, holding
Each other, or your knees, and shriek at the pavement.
Your polka-dot dress blows round your legs. Marilyn.
The decade ahead of my loud, possessive yell was the best one, eh?
I remember my hands in those high-heeled red shoes, relics
And now your ghost clatters toward me over George Square
Till I see you, clear as scent, under the tree,
With its lights and whose small bites on your neck, sweetheart?
Cha Cha Cha! You’d teach me the steps on the way home from Mass
Stamping stars from the wrong pavement. Even then
I wanted the bold girl winking in Portobello, somewhere
In Scotland, before I was born. That glamorous love lasts
Where you sparkle and waltz and laugh before you were mine.
7.
A Healthy Meal
The gourmet tastes the secret dreams of cows
tossed lightly in garlic. Behind the green door, swish
of oxtails languish on an earthen dish. Here are
wishbones and pinkies; fingerbowls will absolve guilt.
8.
Selling Manhattan
9.
Weasel Words
10.
Mean Time
11.
Miles Away
12.
Prayer
13.
War Photographer
14.
Stealing (Selling Manhattan)
15.
16.
The Ex-Ministers
17.
Empty Nest
18.
19.
Little Red-Cap (World’s Wife)
but got there, wolf’s lair, better beware. Lesson one that night,
breath of the wolf in my ear, was the love poem.
I clung till dawn to his thrashing fur, for
what little girl doesn’t dearly love a wolf?1
Then I slid from between his heavy matted paws
and went in search of a living bird – white dove –
20.
grew in my mind,
which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes
as though my thoughts
Be terrified.
It’s you I love,
perfect man, Greek God, my own;
but I know you’ll go, betray me, stray
from home.
So better by for me if you were stone.
Look at me now.