Review of ‘Furniture is Disappearing’ by Gemma White

Interactive Press 2014

ISBN 978-1-922120-70-0

Roxanne Bodsworth

When living with the threat that the tactile experience of reading may be subsumed by the digital era, this book recalls the sensual experience. It feels good to hold, like handling suede or ancient vellum, and the image of the wine-dark tulip against the window looking onto an overgrown garden invites the reader in.

The poems are equally as sensual; looking through the window into the poet’s experience of sex, adventure, longing, relationships that begin, end, and where the “furniture is disappearing” as lives are packed up and removed. White, in sharing her experience with such beautiful poetry, engages the reader in the experience of her life.

The first poem in any collection, like the opening paragraph in a novel, is the most important for capturing the interest and enticing you to read on. ‘Guru’ does this:

            People

            on the street

            seem to like

            asking me questions.

Like the people on the street, we’re prepared to follow White’s directions into the rest of the book, and her engaging personality comes through each one. That personality is nice, likeable, open and trusting, with a child-like sense of play, playing with language and images. Which all can make you very angry, upset for her, when she comes up against the inevitable bastards like in ‘Crimson Encounter’. Sex that isn’t what it should be, instead is meaningless and messy, and non-consensual, leaving her debased, devalued. Paradoxically, White’s strongest poems are the ones that leave behind that child-like state and engage with the darker aspects of life.

And there is nothing child-like about her skill with language and imagery. These poems are the result of careful and disciplined honing of her craft, evident in ‘Love Poem for London’, arranged in rhyming couplets but with the rhyme in the assonance, giving it a soft, rounded sound that matches the emotion and the aesthetic of the memory. And the excellent pantoum of ‘Ardent Lovemaking’ where she also plays with a juxtaposition of the phrases that works to avoid the monotony of repetition while strengthening the connection between the quatrains. The erratic rather than regular rhythm adds to the topical chaos.

Some attempts haven’t worked quite so well. ‘Father’s Breath’ is another pantoum but it feels contrived and awkward. And ‘Sonnet for my Lover’ is cloying in its romanticism, though breaking away from the metrical requirements does effectively move it into contemporary modernism. Others such as ‘Friendship’ are just snapshots of her life, encounters, relationships, friendships. There’s a lot of sex, drinking, and drifting, and it does start to feel a bit voyeuristic in the reading.

            I don’t know what this friendship

            Is based on, maybe just

            The drinking of Smirnoff

            Into the early hours

            And the promise

            Of your skin.

But there are few enough collections where the poet hits the mark with every offering and here there are enough very good poems to make it worthwhile reading.

One of my favourites is ‘Where I grew up’ that begins:

            The trees had their wings clipped,

            lumbering amputees with leaves.

Her poem, ‘Mum’ about a mother’s degeneration into senility is aesthetically simple, pared back, but fear-filled and poignant:

            Your thoughts like

            scrambled egg:

            I wonder where.

            I wonder where the pieces

            went?

The closing of a collection, for it be a satisfying experience holistically, is as important as the opening and White achieves this with ‘Furniture is disappearing’. With the furniture goes her optimism and this collection has been a rite of passage into adulthood. Despite the disappointment expressed in the last poem, readers can confidently, and optimistically, expect more poetry from White in the future that will reflect an increasing depth, maturity, and mastery of the craft.

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Reviewer Bio:

Roxanne Bodsworth

Roxanne Bodsworth is a poet, celebrant and farmer living on Bpangerang country, Victoria. Roxanne achieved her PhD at Victoria University in 2021 with a feminist reconstruction of Irish mythology. She received a commendation in the 2022 Melbourne Poets’ Union Prize and her poetry has been published in several journals under the pen-name of ‘Therese’, including The Incompleteness Book II, Lockdown Poetry, Poetrix, SideWAlk, Spindrift, Hobo, Tamba, and Offset. Her second verse novel, Unforgiven, was released in February this year. She is widely published in a range of genres, including reviews for Cordite and The Australasian Journal of Irish Studies.

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