Sprightly Testaments
Where She Lives
by Jean Frances
Ginninderra Press, 2012, 76 pages, $20
The poems of Jean Frances are sprightly and youthful, sparely punctuated in short lines of modernism-influenced free verse. Some are written from the perspective of the models who posed for paintings by Klimt, Manet and Rubens, while others are concerned with artists like Van Gogh, Bruegel and Suzanne Valadon, and others again are inspired by musicians such as Bach and Satie, but when the speaker of a Jean Frances poem might be taken as the poet herself, the subject is often found engaged in hearty outdoor activity, such as surfing or playing tennis.
Thus it came as a surprise for me, as it must for readers of this magazine, where many Jean Frances poems made their first appearance in recent years, to learn that their energetic author died earlier this year at the age of eighty. Could a poet of such antiquity produce an observation as mischievous as that to be found in “Getting the Most Out of Sex”?
I’ve had a poem
growing in my head for days
and as it goes down on paper
it starts to feel really great
and suddenly an orgasm
seems like nothing special
Perhaps the question betrays an unthinking prejudice about the elderly; but at a first reading it would be hard not to suppose that the speaker in “On the Bus with Les Murray” is a hopeful young writer:
You pay your fare
and lurch along the aisle
to find a place
One row ahead
a familiar figure spills
over the seat edge
jaunty cap snug
upon his head
The great man himself
Are you Les Murray
He turns with a shy smile
You introduce yourself
tell him you write poetry
and later rising to get off
he says Send me your poems
Poet at Bunyah
You glow
The bus becomes a golden coach
and you are Cinderella
going to the ball
The literary techniques used in this memorable vignette—one which captures Les Murray’s habitual kindness as well as his familiar appearance—are those of today’s younger poets: the line breaks used to express spoken pauses, and the economy with words. Who would have suspected that the writer was older than Murray himself?
Where She Lives is full of well-observed poems that often come to a conclusion with a twist of wit. With my preference for poems that have been constrained by the use of fixed forms, I was perversely attracted to the villanelle “Fancy Dress Exigency”, but it is apparent that the author was more at home in the looser structure of a poem such as the impressive “Shadow”:
On sunlit days
she becomes intolerable
clinging to your heels your toes
leaps with you reaching
for a ball at tennis
tries to push you into traffic
as you cross a busy street
and just before you dive
she lies waiting in the pool
The female pronoun for the shadow is a neat touch, here, while the spaces at the centre of the lines encourage the corner of the eye to half-notice the shadowy presence.
The poems in what is only the third collection published by Jean Frances are of a quality that might have led readers to see it as a precursor for more in the same vein; instead, the book must stand as a memorial for the belated emergence of a talented writer.
More of Jamie Grant’s poems will be appearing shortly in Quadrant.
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