Assessment: Tour de Vers, edited by Andy Jackson

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Title: Tour de Vers – Poems for the Tour de France
Authors: Ruth Aylett, Linda Cracknell, Jonathan Davidson, Steve Dearden, Morgan Downie, Kitty Fitzgerald, Harry Giles, Adam Horowitz, Kirsten Irving, Andy Jackson, Jonny Lovett, Harry Man, Nalini Paul, Jon Plunkett, Chris Powici, Janet Smith, Sheila Templeton, Sheila Wakefield, and Richard Watt
Writer: Crimson Squirrel Press
Yr: 2014
Pages: 42
Order: Crimson Squirrel
What it’s: Nineteen poems impressed by the Tour de France
Strengths: We want extra biking poetry
Weaknesses: The number of voices and views on supply makes for a considerably scrappy tour of the Tour’s delights

Biking poetry has made fewer appearances on the Café Bookshelf than I’d have appreciated. All the pieces to Play For, an anthology of sports-related poetry – together with a tricycle of bicycle-related poems – was the final entry, and that was eight years in the past. Ten Poems About Bicycles appeared 4 years earlier than that, shortly earlier than Scarlett Parker’s The Srampagmano Tales. And that’s it. Perhaps I haven’t been wanting laborious sufficient. That’s fairly seemingly, as I solely got here throughout Tour de Vers when it was reissued final 12 months, having missed it when it was first printed in 2014, the 12 months of the Tour’s Yorkshire grand départ, a high-water mark within the Nice British Biking Increase.

Tour de Vers opens with Jonathan Davidson’s ‘Le Grand Depart’ (Davidson’s ‘A Girl Bicycle owner Learns to Cycle’ appeared in Ten Poems about Bicycles), a poem that takes a marvellously jaundiced method to the Tour:

the caravan shovelling
Over its shoulder promotional objects, the manure
Of capitalism; the phalanx of police bikes,
Outriders of the state, conditioning good order
Amongst the obedient multitude;

Davidson right here is a part of a superb custom of Tour criticism, one that may be discovered as early as 1906 when Maurice Genin likened the Tour’s sandwich-board males to les forçats de la route et la réclaime, prisoners of the street, and the commercial. Sadly, Davidson doesn’t fairly stick the touchdown, his cynicism giving option to the smugness of the Sunday-morning CTC rider (Davidson is a proud member of the Coventry part), the sort who imagines the Tour’s riders envy him:

Within the coronary heart of the peloton.
Within the soul of the center of the peloton, all of them know
That Le Grand Depart is not any substitute for a pair
Of buddies using aspect by aspect on a Sunday morning.

Morgan Downie’s ‘On the Begin’ takes a extra romantic view of a stage begin: “a forest of noise, cover twitter / of cell phones, the whoop / and cry of early morning drunks, / commentators jabber on the air / whereas the cyclists sweat and drip / staring out into the ipod distance.”

Linda Cracknell’s ‘The Egocentric Herd’ considers the peloton in full flight (“Full tilt we’ll freewheel / via Huddersfield / striving to co-operate / till the sprint-break for Harrogate, / when workforce ways / stretch the group soul, fracture our shoal.”) whereas Kitty Fitzgerald’s ‘Domestique’ considers a rider alone (“Biking the Coquet, three geared sit-up-and-beg / when state-of-the-art racers whizz by, heads down, / arses up. I’m an anachronism, having fun with the view, / advanced blue of the sky, breath caught in my throat.”).

Mountains particularly appeal to poets and a 3rd of this assortment’s poets pay tribute to the Tour’s massive climbs, taking us from the Pyrénées to the Alps.

Sheila Templeton takes a romantic street up ‘Col du Tourmalet’, Wiki-facts filling her pockets as she climbs:

One of the best view is excessive on the Distance Mountain
up beside Octave’s huge statue, silver-white metallic
shimmering in July warmth, mouth at open stretch
prepared air into his lungs
dancing on his pedals
his roar of Vous etes des assassins! Oui, des assassins!
nonetheless uncooked.

Additionally making an look is the moderately romantic perception that there was no street over the Tourmalet, simply smugglers’ tracks, in addition to Alphonse Steinès and the telegram he by no means despatched. Romantic fiction is healthier than actuality, I do know. And that’s superb … as long as you bear in mind it is fiction. However Templeton doesn’t and ends her poem like this:

So many ghosts. Obligatory ghosts – taking their place
below silent witness of hovering lammergeiers,
darkish specks of griffin vulture. Bear in mind them
as you watch the mad vivid confetti of the peloton,
lungs bursting, tendons burning, ears ringing.
Bear in mind who got here earlier than.

Would that we might bear in mind the precise previous, and never the Wikified model of it.

Jean-Bernard Métais’ sculpture, Le Géant du Tourmalet

Jean-Bernard Métais’ sculpture, Le Géant du Tourmalet, spends its summers on the Col du Tourmalet. For some cause followers have determined it’s a statue of Octave Lapize, who led the 1910 Tour over the col. This regardless of Métais giving his bicycle a derailleur, and Lapize famously crossing the Col on foot. He additionally saved his ‘assassins’ speech (or was it ‘criminels!’?) for a later climb.
Arterra / Common Photos Group / Getty Photos

Harry Man takes a visit to the Spanish aspect of the Pyrénees with ‘Falling Off Diente de Llardana, Devil’s Tooth’ (“Midflight from the handholds / Raymond was a spider, cordless off / the orange, sunlit arm of a mossy couch”) and in ‘The Peloton’s Story’ Chris Powici takes on the Col de Peyresourde (“a protracted downhill dream / of pine groves and grass scents”).

Ruth Aylett tackles ‘Mont Ventoux’, doffing her cap to Petrarch, who most likely didn’t ascend the bald mountain (“Beast, monster, big of Provence; / Petrarch the poet climbed it first on foot / However regarded to Augustine not Simpson on the prime.”) whereas Richard Watt’s ‘King of the Mountain’ takes us deep into the Alps (“Beneath Val Thorens / there are majestic caves / whose fora relaxation on tall, Ionic plinths / shoelaced by gentle that’s rigorously / handed down vitruvian veins”).

Janet Smith does ‘Col du Galibier’ (“toe clips straining, your Chater pedals join // crank shaft metal direct to the muscle of your / calves, soleus-slow springs gastrocnemius-fast, cranks / knee to knee joined by motor nerves to mind… / contract, loosen up, contract”). After which there’s Harry Giles’ ‘Alpe d’Huez’, a visible poem, all saw-tooth angles turning this fashion and that up and down the web page (you may hearken to the writer performing it on Bandcamp, the place the poem doubles again on itself and descends the way in which it’s simply gone up):

‘Alpe d’Huez’

“on the braggart odeon mountain / the silver knuckle open fist of crowd / strains / in opposition to / the protect wall / and sings / oh christ be our yellow streak / our / appalling / sure / be our / piston limb success / our switchback witch / our gold textual content splash / flip up the our bodies / splayed / petrol bouquet of glass and paint / elbow thrown / pearl / pearlescent / tumble down / down / the rippling vinyl mountain / down / the mountain / rip”
Harry Giles / Crimson Squirrel Press

Outdoors of the mountains, two poems take us to the again of the bunch: Steve Dearden’s ‘Final’ (“For each RPM, each hour, each ok of / my nineteen Excursions, I’ve buried my OCD // Earlier than every stage I’ve to be: / final off the bed, final downstairs, final in breakfast / final sat down”); and Andy Jackson’s ‘Broom Wagon’ (“Some succumb, look anxiously to us, imploring. / Others combat the approaching of the top, standing / excessive on pedals, baring insect-speckled baleen // straining dregs of power from late-afternoon air.”). On the different excessive of the peloton, Nalini Paul’s ‘Aerial’ places you right into a breakaway (“When your coronary heart turns into itself / and reminds you of gravity / sky is in your lungs / clouds in your breath. / Mild sings above the summit / fills your imaginative and prescient with distance.”)

Jon Plunkett’s ‘Dope Check’ is a Fred’s dream of the Tour (“I’ve ridden the Tour / numerous occasions. The A826 / turns into the lengthy haul / of some Pyrenean slope / or a twisted street / to an Alpine col.”) whereas Adam Horowitz’s ‘La Plus Belle Avenue du Monde’ presents one other Fred’s story (“Not fairly the Avenue des Champs-Élysées, / this tatty excessive avenue I’m aiming for, / processing on my bike via timber (they line / the street in viewers, a rating // of birdsong caroled from their upraised arms).”)

Jonny Lovett’s ‘Je Suis le Meilleur: Voice of the Yellow Jersey’ does what it says on the tin, giving voice to the yellow jumper (“Maillot jaune. / Sporty cock. / First canary / off the block. / The main physique sock. / One…step…forward / of the flock.”). Kirsten Irving’s ‘Sidewheel Entrance Runner’ takes on the inexperienced jersey (“from the air, every rider is a clot skewered by a line and from the home, / as a toddler, your mom could be cheering, at the same time as you fell onto the grass”).

If pressed to select a favorite among the many 19 poems provided right here, I must select Sheila Wakefield’s ‘Dash End Haibun’, which mixes prose and poetry in a celebration of fandom and Mario Cipollini, the Lion King: “Saeco’s star, my hero, no Armstrong-style safety, is roaming free. I catch his scent, that of masculinity, pure sexuality. I act instantly.”

‘Sprint Finish Haibun’

‘Dash End Haibun’
Sheila Wakefield / Crimson Squirrel Press

General Tour de Vers’ 19 poems supply a curious tackle the Tour, essential and adulatory on the similar time, celebrating the actual and the imagined and reminding us that the Tour is greater than only a massive bike race.

Tour de Vers – Poems for the Tour de France, edited by Andy Jackson, is published by Red Squirrel Press

Tour de Vers – Poems for the Tour de France, edited by Andy Jackson, is printed by Crimson Squirrel Press
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