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Biographical note: Simon Perril was born in 1968 and lives in Oakham, Rutland, with his wife Gabrielle and their daughters Erin and Holly. His poetry collections include Nitrate (Salt) and A Clutch of Odes (Oystercatcher Press). He has written widely on contemporary poetry and poetics, and edited The Salt Companion to John James (Salt). He teaches at De Montfort University, Leicester, and loves silent movies, and noisy music. And cats. Visit www.simonperril.com
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EAN13: 9781844717774 ISBN: 9781844717774 Author: Simon Perril Title: Nitrate Series: Salt Modern Poets Product class: BC Language: eng Audience: General/trade BIC subject category: CTCH1 Publisher: Salt Publishing Pub date: 01-Mar-10 Extent: 88pp Height: 216 mm Width: 140 mm Thickness: 5 mm Weight: 132 gms Supplier: Gardners Books Supplier: Ingram Book Group Supplier: Inbooks (James Bennett) Availability: NP Price: GBP 9.99 Price: USD 15.95 Rights: World
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description/annotation: Nitrate is a book of poems about cinema, named after the infamously flammable early film stock. It is meditation upon the birth of the moving picture, the allure of the film still, the aesthetics of the early horror film, and the contemporary ‘intermission’ that moors us out of time.
Main description: Cellulose nitrate was introduced in 1889, and used until the 1950s as the — frighteningly flammable — basis of film stock. Simon Perril’s new book of poems is a meditation upon the birth of the moving picture, the allure of the film still, the aesthetics of the early horror film, and the contemporary ‘intermission’ that moors us out of time. Its touchstones are the chronophotographs of E.J. Marey and the cinematic ‘essays’ of film-maker Chris Marker. Marey’s experiments in understanding motion inadvertently contributed to the origins of film, but also, more darkly, to the industrial management of work and time. In a book of three markedly different sections, Perril explores these connections in poems as luminous and flammable as the films to which they pay homage.
Table of contents: Acknowledgements Preface Nitratean essay on cinema Thoughts on Vivisection Varieties of Cinematic Experience Everything is Subject to Motion, and Everything is Motion’s Subject “to transpose life . . .” A Halo around Here The End of Portraiture Stations across Shape The Islands of Dr Marey Succession Dead Pan Patent Graft The Shuffling Deck The first Audiences Reported Feelings of Sea-Sickness Cenatograph Melomania Possessive Apostrophe Monochrome Marey’s Revolver Ovid on Nitrate Cursed Hands On Looking Into a Still From Murnau’s Nosferatu Fear’s Franchise Ode on Universal Horror Masque Still Lifetime Death by Snowflake Reported Sighting Fatalities of the Silent Image Eye’s Pupil The Intermission Preamble Venture The Intermission Destroy all Monsters Standard Life Crisis On Being Turbulent Untitled The Disposition of Objects in Early Parenthood Amplifier Worship Lines on Verlaine In Gorky’s The Artist and his Mother, three of the four hands are gloved The Case of the Haunted Chill Cabinet Ode to Quandary Grazing Daylight Robbery No Valuables Left Overnight Personal Possessions Interior Design Death by Snowflake Lycantrope forward Blue Profile
Possibilis Salutis: a Prologue The Afterlife of the New Werther Afterward Credits View excerpt as PDF: Click here to view a sample ( KB)
Excerpt from book:
Destroy all Monsters I.M. Douglas Oliver
The absurd latenight horror film is oracular —Iain Sinclair
more alien than the past tense of the verb ‘to breathe’ the occurrence of ‘a man’ in the utterance neither drowning nor waving.
Pockets of redress line the midst of doing; tendrils of harm coil in the spring of each movement dextrous roots of arms.
The nuclear truth in Japanese monster movies is moral mutation, magnification; something of the octopus genus in all our kind the snatching of goods the hidden parrot-beak of blame gnawing the body-image.
Years later the recognition: Kong’s glower through the high-rise tower my parents’ far-reaching anger to theirs peering through a Hoddesdon flat window my brother and I glued to King Kong Versus Godzilla; oblivious to the silver in the screen.
Living in the cloud of our own nuclear explosion, our own perilous chapel; how do we appease our monsters navigate bad vortices having destroyed all the oxygen in the sea? The radioactive weaponry of the poem comes to life; the fructification of nothing.
Unpublished endorsement: The booming Odeons are converted, the vast screens allowed to sit in the palm of the reader’s hand so we can finally see or feel through Perril’s words the luminous gnosis of the space between the frames. The light haloes around all the actions and narratives where the syntax of cinema lives, bright as salt and twice as sharp. Brian Catling
Unpublished endorsement: Simon
Perril listens to what movement is: syllable to rhyme, image to ear, caesura
to dream. In Nitrate the paradox of earliest cinema, that death and
the representation of motion share a material history, becomes, with Perril's
intelligent craft, a contingent prosody that brings the gratefully suspended
reader not to the object but to its light, not to knowing but to hazardous
magnetism. These poems, in the tradition of critical utopianism, where time
itself is the plastic resource, locate themselves "upstream" where "the source
of the now / awaits glad invention", and in this way exhilaratingly overleap
the dystopian conflict between reality and value. Lisa Robertson
Unpublished endorsement: Though
the dead can still wave to us in films, the stress of keeping it so proves
too much for nitrate film stock — it remembers it’s an organ like
any other and rots or burns, as they do. Simon Perril’s Nitrate traces
the path from moment to movement, from still to still, through the dark, silent
gap imposed by the shutter of E.J. Marey’s chronophotographic gun — the
gun’s name is death but its work is reanimation. Peter Manson |