Andrew\u2019s In won the Forward First Collection Prize in 2000. It\u2019s an amazing book: \u201chis poetry reveals an absolute artistic seriousness and perfectionism\u201d says Sean O\u2019Brien.<\/p>\n
Andrew\u2019s suicide, just as his career as a poet seemed assured, was a huge shock to all who knew and loved him. In 2002 The Rialto published, as 2nd, the collection he\u2019d been working on at the time of his death. Jo Shapcott\u2019s comment was \u201cthe poems left to us deserve to be read well and read often\u201d. I remember Andrew talking about wanting to write a long poem. This collection includes the poems he\u2019d written, to a commission, about the Lindisfarne Gospels. It\u2019s a sequence feeling it\u2019s way to a long poem. But many of the poems here are short, pared back, pared to the core. His death is still hard to comprehend but \u2018Butterfly on Stained Glass\u2019, \u2018The Illustrated Calf\u2019, \u2018The Darkhouse Keeper\u2019 need to be in every anthology we, those of us writing now, make to help us go forward in our work.<\/p>\n
Michael Mackmin<\/em><\/p>\n Butterfly On Stained Glass<\/strong><\/p>\n Church of St Mary The Virgin, Holy Island<\/p>\n is undecided, at the dead saint\u2019s feet; Andrew Waterhouse was born in Lincolnshire in 1958 and died in October 2001. He lived in Northumberland where he worked as a teacher and a freelance writer. He won the Forward Prize for Best First Collection in 2000. A second volume, 2nd, featuring poems Andrew was gathering into a collection at the time of his death was published in 2002.<\/p>\n ‘I love Andrew Waterhouse’s poems for the pleasure they take in the language, their panache. They’re necessary poems: disturbing fables, intriguing anthropological investigations into life around the end of the century.\u2019 \u2018The poems of Andrew Waterhouse bring together the landscape, the mind and the fragile connections between people. The ambitious mixture is sometimes disturbing, sometimes extraordinarily serene, but always compelling. The few remarkable poems left to us deserve to be read well and often.\u2019 (The Rialto 2002) <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" SOLD OUT<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n Andrew\u2019s suicide, just as his career as a poet seemed assured, was a huge shock to all who knew and loved him. In 2002 The Rialto published, as 2nd, the collection he\u2019d been working on at the time of his death. Jo Shapcott\u2019s comment was \u201cthe poems left to us deserve to be read well and read often\u201d. I remember Andrew talking about wanting to write a long poem. This collection includes the poems he\u2019d written, to a commission, about the Lindisfarne Gospels. It\u2019s a sequence feeling it\u2019s way to a long poem. But many of the poems here are short, pared back, pared to the core. His death is still hard to comprehend but \u2018Butterfly on Stained Glass\u2019, \u2018The Illustrated Calf\u2019, \u2018The Darkhouse Keeper\u2019 need to be in every anthology we, those of us writing now, make to help us go forward in our work.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"featured_media":4216,"template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":""},"product_brand":[],"product_cat":[170],"product_tag":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-1900","1":"product","2":"type-product","3":"status-publish","4":"has-post-thumbnail","6":"product_cat-books","7":"product_shipping_class-books","9":"first","10":"outofstock","11":"shipping-taxable","12":"purchasable","13":"product-type-simple"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product\/1900","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/product"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4216"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1900"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"product_brand","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_brand?post=1900"},{"taxonomy":"product_cat","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_cat?post=1900"},{"taxonomy":"product_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.therialto.co.uk\/pages\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/product_tag?post=1900"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nhaving rested well since October;
\nbut now, needing more light and heat,
\nstumbles from brown sandals, to grey cowl,
\nto pink hand, then finds that clear glass
\nwith blue sky behind, settles, and the sun
\nilluminates her outstretched wings:
\neach uncounted scale laid out between veins,
\nthe red-orange sheen, black and yellow patches,
\nblue lunules on the margins
\nand I reach up
\ncup her in my hands, walk through old incense
\nfrom transept to porch, to the open door,
\nrelease her into this day, her unsteady wings
\ncatching the light again over celandines
\nand gravestones and on towards the sea.<\/p>\nAuthor Biog<\/h3>\n
\n Michael Laskey<\/em><\/p>\n
\nJo Shapcott<\/em><\/p>\n
\nISBN 0-9527444-4-9<\/p>\n