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    Third Wish Wasted
    Third Wish Wasted
    Third Wish Wasted
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    Third Wish Wasted

    By Roddy Lumsden

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    Third Wish Wasted is a book concerned with our wishes and desires. Belonging to a world between real and imagined folklore, the poems are by turns celebratory, humorous and beguiling, and there are bittersweet contemplations of youth, beauty and fame. Roddy Lumsden is one of the liveliest and most inventive poets writing in Britain today. His fifth collection sees him extending the range of his poetry, straying into denser and more musical territory, as well as sticking with the form and wit which typifies his earlier work. In Third Wish Wasted he invents and tries out various unusual and inventive forms such as charismatics, overlays and relegated narratives. There are poems composed on a top fashion shoot, inspired by travels in the USA and, as ever, he picks apart the problems between men and women. 'Even in his earliest work, it isn't easy to make out the seam between talent and technique, and in the newer poems the idiom is crisp, quiet, and thoroughly annealed... There is a level of talent that will ransom any project in any school. On the one hand, it will be interesting to see where Lumsden goes next; on the other, he's so good that it hardly matters' – D.H. Tracy, Poetry 'Although the verse is hopping with linguistic antics, the foci of the language are music and rhetoric and, whip-smart as these poems are, they tend to resist chin-stroking analysis. Throughout Mischief Night the rhymes, the larks, the brutal punch-lines tug Lumsden's poems off the page and into the living context they describe' – Matthew Smith, Verse
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBloodaxe Books
    Release dateOct 30, 2014
    ISBN9781780372099
    Third Wish Wasted
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    Roddy Lumsden

    Roddy Lumsden’s first book Yeah Yeah Yeah (1997) was shortlisted for Forward and Saltire prizes. His second collection The Book of Love (2000), a Poetry Book Society Choice, was shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize. Mischief Night: New & Selected Poems (Bloodaxe Books, 2004) was a Poetry Book Society Recommendation. His latest collections are Third Wish Wasted (2009), Terrific Melancholy (2011), Not All Honey (2014), which was shortlisted for the Saltire Society's Scottish Poetry Book of the Year Award, and So Glad I'm Me (2017). His anthology Identity Parade: New British and Irish Poets was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2010. He is a freelance writer, specialising in quizzes and word puzzles, and has represented Scotland twice on BBC Radio 4's Round Britain Quiz. He has held several residencies, including ones with the City of Aberdeen, St Andrews Bay Hotel, and as “poet-in-residence” to the music industry when he co-wrote The Message, a book on poetry and pop music (Poetry Society, 1999). His other books include Vitamin Q: a temple of trivia, lists and curious words (Chambers Harrap, 2004). Born in St Andrews, he lived in Edinburgh for many years before moving to London.

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      Third Wish Wasted - Roddy Lumsden

      The Young

      You bastards! It’s all sherbet, and folly

      makes you laugh like mules. Chances

      dance off your wrists, each day ready,

      sprites in your bones and spite not yet

      swollen, not yet set. You gather handful

      after miracle handful, seeing straight,

      reaching the lighthouse in record time,

      pockets brim with scimitar things. Now

      is not a pinpoint but a sprawling realm.

      Bewilderment and thrill are whip-quick

      twins, carried on your backs, each vow

      new to touch and each mistake a broken

      biscuit. I was you. Sea robber boarding

      the won galleon. Roaring trees. Machine

      without levers, easy in bowel and lung.

      One cartwheel over the quicksand curve

      of Tuesday to Tuesday and you’re gone,

      summering, a ship on the farthest wave.

      Liminal

      To the avocet, delicate, a whim

      with fixtures, pitched in shingle,

      not quite stomping, the universe is

      a belly of twilit mud, an accordance

      of ripples, a vouchsafe of shoreline;

      his reflection is companion enough

      and with his sharp canticle he pledges

      himself to the clarion evening.

      Against Complaint

      Though the amaryllis sags and spills

      so do those my wishes serve, all along the town.

      And yes, the new moon, kinked there in night’s patch,

      tugs me so – yet I can’t reach to right the slant.

      And though our cat pads past without a tail, some

      with slinking tails peer one-eyed at the dawn, some

      with eyes are clawless, some with sparking claws

      contain no voice with which to sing

      of foxes gassing in the lane.

                                         Round-shouldered pals

      parade smart shirts, while my broad back supports

      a scrubby jumper, fawn or taupe.

                                        The balding English

      air their stubble, while some headless hero sports

      a feathered hat. I know a man whose

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