I enjoyed the book as a journal and as an account of a bee keeper s experience But, as poetry, the book did little to impress me Ironically my favourite poem has a title 24TH 25TH JANUARY BEES DIE but it has no text There are two poem which consist of one word each Catkins Snowdrops The briefer the poems, the better Not my cup of honey flavoured tea. I firstly read The Queen, I found it so moving, I couldn t start reading the book, I hold it too precious perhaps was I afraid of being too moved Finally I got to it on the beachafter 5 minutes the local DJ started playing Christina Aguilera I realized I do not need the atmosphere, it is never right The whole book was excellent, especially the beginning and the end and the Queen, and the very last one, I am happy it started anew I especially liked how I felt intimately being there with the family Sean Borodale wrote an exquisite book, I imagine somehow, that it was hard, that he might have had hard times writing it It is a nice half diary half poetry half animal half flower book I recommend. Bee Journal Is A Startlingly Original Poetry Sequence A Poem Journal Of Beekeeping That Chronicles The Life Of The Hive, From The Collection Of A Small Nucleus On The First Day To The Capture Of A Swarm Two Years Later It Observes The Living Architecture Of The Comb, The Range And Locality Of The Colony Its Flights, Flowers, Water Sources, Parasites, Lives And DeathsThese Poems Were Written At The Hive Wearing A Veil And Gloves, And The Journal Is An Intrinsic Part Of The Kinetic Activity Of Keeping Bees Making Tiny, Regular Checks In The Turn Around The Central Figure Of The Sun, And Minute Exploratory Interventions Through The Round Of The Year The Book Is Full Of Moments Of Revelation Particularly Of The Relationship Between The Domestic And The Wild In Attempting To Record And Invoke Something Of The Complexity Of The Relationship Between Keeper And Kept It Tunes Ear And Speech Towards The Ecstasy Of Bees, Between The Known And The Unknown Because Of Its Genesis As A Working Journal, There Is Here An Unusual Intimacy And Deep Scrutiny Of Life And Death In Nature The Language Itself Is Dense And Clotted, The Imagery Thrillingly Fresh, And The Observing Eye Close, Scrupulous And Full Of Wonder Bee Journal Is One Of The Most Unusual And Exciting Poetry Debuts In Years How bees touch and re align their touch.Light in migration noise of a body in continual repair I love this concept a poetic narrative recounting the life and death of a beehive from the perspective of a first time apiarist Borodale can write beautifully, eloquently, unexpectedly there s a physicality to his images and turns of phrase that suits the subject matter He plays with form, perspective and structure, but most of these pieces are short and straightforward, however lyrical Yet, however lyrical, I found it difficult to connect with them emotionally There are exceptions a line hereStrong little moon picked at your bones, a stanza there, 11th October Michaelmas Daisies in its entirety that left me breathless, as when they first find evidence of the queen, or mourn the death of dronesEverything is dragged awake puts on its music clothesBut for the most part I struggled through these linked poems wishing they all moved me as much as the perfect moments Like these The light is Medusa,sugar of frayed threads a mesh, a warp field, allthe skin of our heads. They agitate and are in dream what sun pens. 3rd December Notes Listen to the rain, the rain, like the wings and legs of bees walking across bees, like the lyre of a thought, a whole possible instrument of insects.Listen to the rain, rain, treadling earth to the sodden cold wet spun heads of this room, pacing the winter to and fro The bees are crouched in the door.Quiet , I said, listen , I said.They fan out of the door a Minerva beard,lay out the flight paths, the locks of hair,combing the air s amnesia to a noise. Don t speak, it might use up presence Why so weak What song is this which kills you singers as you sing itTree flapping, guitar like,string scrape signatures the wind s bee chanting scores,potential, potential collapses. Eyes fed and lit up.Eyes starved and kicked out. Light s skeleton puts back its fingers and flicksthe spectral end constant,and bees just switch the wires of their song opposite winding the same sound the other way up.Like hanks of yarn, this endurance of eavesdropgrows wound and looped, and invariably it twistsbetween the wings and the ear.May you come backthrough the hole in the world s syllable. I kept wondering whether my own lack of tactile experience with bees beyond a couple sharp stings, the dripping of honey down my chin, the rush walk beneath a too close hive was to blame If I had moved white suited, unmasked, among them, held their comb like magic in my hands, would these resonate with me strongly The disconnection I ve described certainly reflects my failures as a reader than Borodale s as a writer, and I feel comfortable recommending Bee Journal but read a few pages first to gauge your reaction to these humming, thrumming nature poems. I liked this kind of I thinkMost of it kind went over my head My vocabulary certainly could do with expanding to better understand lots of the poems I did look up a few things when I could be bothered but I was reading outside for the booktubeathon and it was gettin real cold so I kinda wanted to just finish it That probably resulted in me not taking as much of it in properly as I could have.I did enjoy follow the progress of the hive though And I got excited when I really GOT a poem or connected with it even though it was rare.Anyway the edition I have is fricken beautiful so I m happy to have it on my shelves if only for that. 12th June I watch its mechanism, its quartz pulsedrink bones of wetness from the earth s holes 11th October Alight honey bee, I do feel the extremity of your spepctrumthat homes on an unsteady cymbal of flower s radial.I heard it shivering tish as you touched its platform a close up protracting of tongue suck in a zip noise a faint sweet wet from a nectary s spring A poem collection in the form of a diary, which was so beautiful to read, it is overflowing with warm, dreamy and lyrical language Reading the book all at once may be hard to swallow, but in snippets is as sweet and precious as honey. real bucolic hours all the words are lovely but i started to agree w the reviews saying there s no emotion in them then i got to the end and 10th february dismantling the comb Destroyed Me then right at the very end 3rd july gift was such a perfect ending oh yes like i wish that level of Good was sustained throughout the book but those two poems and a few others really do make up for the less good rest of the book. Nettles have grown into old men s bristles , nectar as jewel pins and the air steep with bees Borodale s Bee Journal is mesmerising Honey smeared observations, from the weather s law of conduct to panels thin as a shoulder blade, feel tangible An enjoyable collection, although it meanders somewhat a little like its subject, shifting from flower to flower. dnf because i had no clue what it meant sorry Love the concept and the writing is lyrical and lovely Did feel a bit disconnected to it though and it didn t particularly move me, expect in some rare moments Enjoyed it mostly for the beauty of the words, than any deeper meaning.
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- Bee Journal
- Sean Borodale
- 01 November 2017 Sean Borodale