Book review: Black Cart, by Jim Carruth
The human cost of farming is counted too. In “Siblings”, the emotional toll is summed up in the line: “A life sentence of love / poured out on the beasts alone / knows nothing for kin.” Then there’s the insidious threat of suicide. In “Silence”, as a farm’s fortunes continue to slide, the farmer’s wife creeps out in the middle of the night and buries her husband’s shotgun.
The joys are celebrated too, albeit sparingly. There’s a gloriously silly ode to silage (“Oh Sweet Sweet Silage”), an acutely observed portrait of a young girl slowly finding her feet at a dance (“The Progressive Canadian Barn Dance”) and, in the title poem, a powerful evocation of a group of men letting loose at the end of a hard day’s toil, drinking and singing in the back of the miller’s horse-drawn cart on the way to a party. This latter poem is perhaps the best thing here – a piece of writing that effortlessly transcends the specific to embrace the universal. As the cart travels on and darkness falls, the young men start disappearing one by one: “So Johnny, his song long silent, must’ve slipped off / unnoticed, and the others too when their time came.”
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Hide AdThe book is divided into three sections, Homecoming, A Time For Giving and Inheritance, and each page has a small, italicised footer. In the first section, these are the names of fields on Carruth’s family farm, in the second they are the names of grasses and in the third they are the names of nearby farms that have stopped dairying and sold their herds. Mostly these footers remain in the reader’s peripheral vision, just as the slow death of traditional farming in these islands now only very occasionally impinges on our largely urban consciousness. In this context, Carruth’s naming of them is a small but deliberate act of defiance, as is this collection.
*Black Cart by Jim Carruth, Freight, £9.99
*Jim Carruth will be reading from Black Cart at the Serenity Cafe, The Tun, 8 Jacksons Entry, Edinburgh, on 11 April at 7.30pm as part of Vespers, a new monthly poetry evening compered by Jane Bonnyman and Rob A Mackenzie on the second Tuesday of each month, www. vesperspoetry.wordpress.com