Sarah James micro-reviews Beyond the Tune

In her most recent micro-review post, Sarah James says:

The vivid sensual details of the first half of the pamphlet bring a whole era to life, with subtly startling yet apt memorable lines, such as “tannin, bitter through the Tate & Lyle scree”.

Of the collection’s darker side:

Not all stories from the era are sweet though, a darker side revealed in the hauntingly beautiful poems of the second half that gradually bring us back through poems that could be then or now to the present day and then the present day looking back, linking us again to the pamphlet’s opening.

On her journey as a reader:

Each re-reading brings new connections with these evocative and atmospheric poems.

and:

From “my spine | a river of running quavers that stick | to the soles of my sensible shoes” (Sin É) back to “ re-set your body clock to seal a time line” (Grace Notes), and then immersed again in a constant invitation to “Slip beyond the tune.” (Grace Notes)

 

Sarah James has been widely published in poetry magazines and anthologies.  She has published four full-length poetry collections, most recently The Magnetic Diaries (Knives, Forks & Spoons Press) and plenty-fish (Nine Arches Press).  She co-edits poetry small press V.Press.

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Beyond the Tune review: Under the Radar

Deborah Tyler-Bennett, reviewing for issue 15 of Under the Radar magazine (Nine Arches Press):

…the volume of poems that really blew me away this time was a slender pamphlet collection from Soundswrite Press, Jayne Stanton’s Beyond the Tune.  I’d heard Stanton read a few times, but that did not prepare me for the sheer elegance and grace of her first volume.

On lines from Flown, and Suave and Debonair:

…her collection… has a musicality to it and rare lyricism

On first reading Beyond the Tune:

…a collection I’d return to time and again, as poems were economic and demonstrated that, in the poetic line, less really can mean more.

 

 

Beyond the Tune review: Hinterland journal

…these poems aren’t standard fare by a long shot. This is not the average first pamphlet. There is a layer of deep dark behind the layers of lavender and white.

Reviews are like buses, it seems!  Hot on the heels of yesterday’s London Grip review of Beyond the Tune comes Rebecca Bird’s review, on Hinterland journal.

You can read it here.  And while you’re over there, why not check out some excellent poems by Richie McCaffery, Roy Marshall, Martin Malone, Helen Mort and many more (not all with surnames beginning with M!).  And there’s a really interesting interview with Daniel Sluman about his second Nine Arches collection (forthcoming), the terrible.

Happy reading!

Beyond the Tune review: London Grip New Poetry

London Grip’s poetry editor takes an optimistic view of two first collections from a new poetry press.

I’m delighted that Michael Bartholomew-Biggs has reviewed my pamphlet, Beyond the Tune, and Caroline Cook’s Primer: both 2014 publications from Soundswrite Press:

You can read it on London Grip New Poetry, here.

Incidentally, London Grip also published Vintage, the second poem in BTT,  this summer.  You’ll find it here.

“Beyond the Tune” Jayne Stanton (Soundswrite Press) – poetry review

Beyond the Tune gets its first review:

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Beyond the Tune Jayne Stanton book cover

The title comes from the opening poem, “Grace Notes”, a journey to Ireland via ferry where the final stanza invites readers to

“Wave on your luggage, walk the only road there is
till it runs out of tarmac and the salt air draws you. Listen
for the notes between the notes. Slip beyond the tune.”

It’s an apposite title because most of the poems invite readers to look beyond the words on the page to the images and thoughts conjured within. For example in “Suave and debonair” a girl’s pride in her father glosses over but still recognises his faults:

“Daddy’s girl, my angle’s blind
to a thinning crown, the comb-over;
a weak heart under peacock swagger – and
you’re taller, somehow, out of overalls
in slacks with knife-edge creases down
to split and polish; hands in pockets
weighing small change possibilities.
You shrug your shoulders
into a hounds tooth…

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