Collected shorter poems Mainstream Publishing, Edinburgh and London, 1990.
Author’s preface
These poems were written around the world, from Scotland out. The earliest are from The Cold Wind of Dawn (London, 1966) and The Most Difficult Area (London, 1968). Thereafter, they come from the French bilingual volume Terre de Diamant (Paris, 1983). And there are quite a few hitherto uncollected. In his free meditation on a phrase from Heraclitus, Heidegger says this : “It is long, the road that is most necessary for our thought. It leads to that simplicity which is what must be thought of under the name of logos. There are still very few signs around to show us this road.” What I’m presenting here are maybe a few signs arising from one body-mind’s attempt to follow that road.
Extracts
A High Blue Day on Scalpay
This is the summit of contemplation, and no art can touch it blue, so blue, the far-out archipelago and the sea shimmering, shimmering no art can touch it, the mind can only try to become attuned to it to become quiet, and space itself out, to become open and still, unworlded knowing itself in the diamond country, in the ultimate unlettered light.
Meditant
It was the cold talk of the gulls he liked and rain whispering at the western window long days, long nights moving in to what was always nameless (though the walls were hung with maps and below him lay a library of science)
Outside at the end of that dark winter he saw blue smoke, green waters as he’d never seen them before they were enough a black row busy on a branch made him laugh aloud the shape of the slightest leaf entertained his mind his intellect danced among satisfactory words.
Report to Erigena
"Labour" suddenly seems exactly right hard slogging, no facility like learning the basis of a grammar working your way into unknown logic
it’s earth in labour makes for diamond
here on this nameless shore, knowing the work who are the workers ? who the travellers ? reality works – wonders ? travel-travail
the old signs come out of the morning the skull fills and empties with the tide energy gathered, the first act
ragged coast, rugged, rough winds the language bears us, bares us
rock province, roots – and lights.
A Snowy Morning in Montreal
Some poems have no title This title has no poem
it’s all out there.
Press
“Open form” does not mean you cannot be spare and concise, any more than W. C .Williams “no ideas but in things” means no ideas at all ; two of the numerous experimental propositions proved in the course of White’s Handbook for the Diamond Country. He composes music as sharp, sweet, subtle and immaculate as Heaney’s, or anyone’s : “…the lip-lip-lipping/of grey water on white sand” ; “Field after field/my eyes can’t see/enough of this whiteness”. He has composed an original fleet-footed body of work so transcendently far from the corrosive careerism of London-Oxbridge and transatlantic literary hierarchies as to make them seem marginal as well as grubby. Michael Horovitz, The Financial Times
The “diamond country” is not so much another country as another state or space of mind. And as one reads through the Handbook one notices that the direction is always towards the “white”, towards the removal of the stain of the self, until the thing spoken of seems to speak of itself without any intermediary. One is in the territory of the haiku, of which it has been written “A haiku is not a poem, it is not literature ; it is a hand beckoning, a door half-opened, a mirror wiped clean…” The haiku attempts to abolish the boundary between geographical space and mental space and thus enlarges the territory of being. Many of the poems in the Handbook are haiku, or sequences of haiku, although Kenneth White ignores the stricter demands of the form, wisely considering that the strict counting of syllables is, in English, an eccentricity. In compensation he makes subtle use of assonance and alliteration and places the line endings with an eye to both the sensual and the sensible. Douglas Sealy, Irish Times.
In Britain, poetry is still seen as one of the decorative arts, a verbal equivalent of ornaments on the mantelpiece. […] More radical commentators see poetry in much the same fashion. “The philosophers have only interpreted the world in various ways ; the point is to change it”, said Marx in the Theses on Feuerbach, and the left wing has tended to take the same attitude to poetry. […] White challenges this view. The very title of his Collected Shorter poems – Handbook for the Diamond Country – has a practical ring, as if it were a kind of prospector’s guidebook to regions of the mind. […] Each poem of the book contains moments of perception that leads to a new way of responding to what’s around us, a new feeling of identification and respect. The cumulative result of that is a new attitude and a different set of priorities. Hugh Macpherson, Scottish Book Collector