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Thankyou for visiting www.johnhuddart.com. If you wish to leave a comment or a message, please do so below. Please recommend any online writers that can be added to my Links section. That the web of poetry shall grow and be unbroken! DOCTOR'S NOTES I love the poem 'Doctor's Notes'. It shows wonderful control of a difficult theme. I especially like ' tongue tattooe...beasts'; 'mark them down for cocktails in the club'; and the superbly wrought short sentences at the end which carry a punch ' The notes/ are thrown away...; ' Each scalpel, saw and knife their only epitaph.' Brill! Clearand principled - not often we find both in a poem. I have difficulty with only one line, I feel: 'evident brutality becomes a fact'. I think it's a bit heavy, committed you might say. Perhaps a lighter expression might carry the reader along more effectively, though i can't at the moment suggest what might work. Posted by John Williams on 16 December 2010 GNER Poems I'd just like to applaud your truely inspirational poems on the GNER topic. They are absolutely genius and you are a true inspiration to aspiring poets like me. Posted by Ken Barlow on 07 December 2010 DOCTOR'S NOTES It’s a brilliant poem – the selection of personal and historical detail; the, at times appropriately violent, economy of language; the suppressed anger; the elegiac cadences; the pathos. Posted by DAVID SELZER on 01 December 2010 ON A MOSCOW TRAIN How good this piece is! Evocative, wry and a little nostalgic. And how right, ironically, are the echoes of Larkin's 'Whitsun Weddings'as the train approaches the city. Posted by David Selzer on 21 August 2009 | ![]() |
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Notice, too, the juxtaposititions of huge and tiny- the tidy footplates and the fire; the tear of condensation and the huge train; the universe of the night and a man's spit into the firebox. Along with sudden patterns of language like the repeated ls in ' the load, the line's end or how long...' they alert the reader to the unexpected, man;s insignificant place in the scheme of it all and in the end, to the 'ramp beyond the arch' which means death.
The poem conveys throughout the easy glibness in the engine-driver; the age-old attribution of guilt to the execution of Christ 'Jews! I hear my father's voice again...' and with references like , 'sinless son' and ironic twist of 'his Lord'. Also, the appalling 'give more speed and help them on their way'. (I thought the Nazies made use to Luther's Satanic preachings about the Jews, too. Could this have been touched on?)
'that time and debt had lent a false respect'- a fine iambic beat to support the abstractions ' time', false respect'.
A well-wrought poem, John, and on such a tricky subject. It deserves a wider audience.