Parallax

In Parallax Sinéad Morrissey documents what is caught, and what is lost, when houses and cityscapes, servants and saboteurs (‘the different people who lived in sepia’) are arrested in time by photography (or poetry), subjected to the authority of a particular perspective. Assured and disquieting, Morrissey’s poems explore the paradoxes in what is seen, read and misread in the surfaces of the presented world.

Table of Contents:
1801 Baltimore Shadows Shostakovich Photographs of Belfast by Alexander Robert Hogg Home Birth A Day’s Blindness Display Fur Fool’s Gold Jigsaw Puzzle Photographing Lowry’s House Migraine DaughterV is for VeteranLast WinterA Matter of Life and DeathSignaturesThrough the Eye of a NeedleThe DoctorsThe Evil KeyYard Poem Lighthouse The Coal Jetty ‘Ladies in Spring’ by Eudora Welty The Mutoscope The House of Osiris in the Field of Reeds The Party Bazaar The High Window Peacocks and Butterflies A Lie Blog Notes

About the Author :
Sinéad Morrissey was born in Northern Ireland in 1972 and educated at Trinity College, Dublin. She has published six collections with Carcanet as well as a selected poems, Found Architecture (2020). Her awards include a Lannan Literary Fellowship (2007), First Prize in the UK National Poetry Competition (2007), the Irish Times Award (2009, 2013) and the T S Eliot Prize for her fifth collection, Parallax, in 2013. In 2016 she received the E M Forster Award from the American Academy of Arts and Letters. Her latest collection, On Balance (2017) was awarded the Forward Prize and was a Poetry Book Society Choice. In 2020 Sinéad Morrissey was named the European Poet of Freedom by the City of Gdańsk, Poland and in 2024 she was the recipient of the Seamus Heaney Award (Japan). She has served as Belfast Poet Laureate and in 2019 was elected a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature. She is currently Professor of Creative Writing at Newcastle University. Sinéad Morrissey is a frequent contributor to PN Review.

Review :
'In a year of brilliantly themed collections, the judges were unanimous in choosing Sinaad Morrissey's Parallax as the winner. Politically, historically and personally ambitious, expressed in beautifully turned language, her book is as many-angled and any-angled as its title suggests.' Ian Duhig, Chair of the 2013 T S Eliot Prize Judges 'The outstanding poet of her generation.' Stephen Knight, Independent Sinead Morrissey's most recent collection travels in time and space, from Soviet Russia to Belfast fixed in time by the slum photography of Alexander Robert Hogg. The visual is, ironically for a poetry book, much to the fore here with the poet a 'happenstance observer' of the trickery of the image, or a negative spoofing Chandler 'from the blonde's perspective' in 'The High Window'. Fran Brearton enjoys a deft exploration of the artificiality of art in framing and containing its subject. At the start of Sinéad Morrissey's brilliant, Forward prize-shortlisted fifth collection, she defines its title as: 'Parallax: (Astron.) Apparent displacement, or difference in the apparent position, of an object, caused by actual change (or difference) of position of the point of observation.' It's a fertile subject for a book that reveals an interest in parallax in all its multiple senses - photographic, philosophical, political. In photography, for instance, parallax is 'the incorrect framing of an object due to the differing positions of the viewfinder and the lens' (OED). Morrissey, who has always been concerned with what lies 'between here and there', the visible and the invisible, the artificiality of art in framing and containing its subject, exploits the potential inherent in this not immediately promising technical problem with consummate skill. Her previous collection, Through the Square Window, reimagined the window on to the world familiar from TV's Play School; here, films, paintings, maps, and particularly photographs - of 'the different people who lived in sepia - / more buttoned, colder' ('A Lie') - prompt reflections on perception and deception, what can and can't be captured within the frame of the poem, what the truth leaves out. In 'Photographs of Belfast by Alexander Robert Hogg', Morrissey's own verbal pictures recognise that to observe the image may be 'to cast the viewer out / onto the no-man's land / of her own estate'; the self is altered by what is sees, and vice versa. More sinisterly, in 'Doctors', 'the camera's / inherent generosity of outlook' in Soviet Russia, its telling 'the truth', is countered by 'scissors, / nail files, ink and sellotape'. The 'party operatives' thus 'vanished' by this ruthless editing are victims of an 'addictive . . . urge to utter a language / both singular and clean'. The 'eradication / of the accidental' - that which, in the Paul Muldoon phrase quoted as epigraph to the poem, is 'blurted . . . out like a Polaroid' - is the progressive creation of a lie; but it is also, disturbingly, the dark side of an artistic process, the crafting and shaping of a language with its own 'power to transform'. In Morrissey's surface clarity of style and clean lines, there's more going on than first meets the eye: 'should anyone be missed' in this doctoring of images, 'turning up in textbooks before the grave extent / of their transgression's been established', they will be blacked out by 'girls and boys all trained / in proper parlance, their fingers stained'. She evokes the history of Soviet Russia indirectly: the missing, the graves, the power of the establishment, the guilt of stained hands. Sometimes pushing the frame to its limits, in the rich, longer lines of 'A Matter of Life and Death', sometimes working through taut, formal stanzas aware of what they must omit, or venturing into shape poems (as in 'The Eye of the Needle'), the collection formally (one might say sculpturally) enacts the theme it propounds, craftily shifting both the point of observation and the shape of the object/poem itself. 'Too obvious a touch', she writes of Holbein's The Ambassadors, 'to set the white skull straight. Better to paint it as something other' ('Fur'). In that painting, the skull in the foreground is distorted - 'driftwood / upended by magic . . . an improbably boomerang' - unless viewed from a particular angle. Morrissey's own youthful experiences, wonderfully captured in 'The Party Bazaar' (which, Babushka dolls and 'anti-Mrs Thatcher paraphernalia' aside, looks rather like an Ulster church bazaar with knitwear and traybakes), she and her brother are 'handed pink and white posters / of Peace & Détente to decorate the room'. 'It's trickier than we thought / to stick them straight', she observes, 'so secretly we give up.' If Morrissey's language is itself trickier than we might think, the figurative definition of parallax is suggestive too: seeing 'wrongly, or in a distorted way'. In the 1970s, Derek Mahon, in 'Ecclesiastes', parodied an entrenched political vision in Northern Ireland that worked on the principle of 'close one eye and be king'. It's unsurprising, given the content of Morrissey's work, that she and others of her generation are drawn to multiple perspectives, to an understanding, beautifully and subtly articulated through this book, of a 'parallax' view in which the object cannot be fixed and where no single vantage point prevails. Parallax once meant change, alteration and alternation: Morrissey is Belfast's laureate for a new era, where alternation is embedded in political agreements that have altered the political and cultural landscape of Northern Ireland; she is also at times its conscience, seeing, like Hogg, 'the stark potential / of tarnished water'. Parallax is something of a treasure trove, the visual and aural equivalent of a child's 'feely-bag'. From an 18th-century jigsaw map, to electroplating, to the mutoscope, the poet's enthusiasms are infectious and they cohere in totally unexpected ways. 'Take a parallax view' may not have entered social or political discourse yet, nor (thankfully) has it reached management-speak; but Morrissey's poetic framings and exposures of author, reader/viewer, and object in dynamic and angular relation to each other make her a compelling advocate, and exemplary practitioner, of both seeing and doing things differently. The frenetic autumn awards season has begun with the Irish Times Poetrry Now Award, which has made its pick of the best book published in 2012. It will be followed next month by the Forward Prize, which focuses on collections published in 2013 and whose strong shortlist includes Sinéad Morrissey's Parallex, the follow-up to Through the Square Window (which won the 2010 Irish Times Poetry Now Award), alongside books by Glyn Maxwell, Rebecca Goss, Jacob Polley and Michael Symmons Roberts. Morrissey's Parallex is in the same thematic vein as Through the Square Window, closely recording family life but marrying those observations to more panoramic scenarios: in 'A Matter of Life and Death', Morrissey remembers the hours before the birth of her second child, hours she spent watching David Niven star in the eponymous film. That Niven's character is himself a would-be poet delights Morrissey, and she quotes him quoting Walter Raleigh (in his 'scallopshell of quiet') before her attention turns to the events that are overtaking her, also 'a matter of life and death', as the birth of her child is accompanied by the memory of her 'granny, who died three weeks ago / on a hospital ward in Chesterfield making room as she herself predicted'. The poem's strong narrative turns and length allow Morrissey room to develop and intertwine two scenes, as she also does in a poem about turning 40 ('sludgy disconnectedness / starting in the brain'), which diverts into a kind of Egyptian death wish: 'But turning forty banishes my younger self // to a separate outhouse, somewhere stony / and impassable, hot, fly-infested, like the city / of Tetu on the Nile which became the Otherworld' ('The House of Osiris in the Field of Reeds). That surging change of direction is typical of Morrissey's best poems. The book's title draws attention to the way Morrissey navigates her subjects by using different viewpoints, but in the shorter poems the switch in focus from well observed details to a more abstract register feels abrupt and a little mechanical, as in the similes of 'Daughter': 'She's learning this house / like a psalm: the crack / in the kitchen sink, the drawers and all / their warring contents, / the geography of each room / immutable as the television'. (Television programmes recur in this varied collection, which draws on a number of Scandanavian crime series, BBC Four documentaries, The Wire and an enjoyable pastiche of Chandleresque pillowtalk).