ISSUE SIX
Introduction
One of the things that attracted me to guest editing this issue of Propel was the possibility of discovering new, emerging voices whose work I didn’t know. It is a very particular time in a poet’s development, before we publish a first collection, as we start to understand and refine our process and our poems, to consider the what, how and why of it all, and to experiment and explore. With this in mind, I didn’t set out to read the submissions for any predetermined themes or approaches. I really wanted to do the opposite, to be relaxed in curating without any specific slant, to allow the language, the music, the formal properties of the poems to take shape on the page, to exist on their own terms.
I was therefore a little surprised, once I had whittled it down from several hundred submissions, to discover that many of the poets whose work made me sit up, lean in and listen, either wrote from or around experiences of precarity. This precarity can be felt by many of us in the UK and elsewhere, at this untethered moment of reckless and punitive right-wing politics, where bills and temperatures are rising and refugees are criminalised or left to drown in the sea.
It is a precarity of the body, of our bodies, singular and plural: whether it is the young black boy in Detroit reunited with a long-departed uncle in Elontra Hall’s haibun ‘Homesickness’; a growing health crisis amongst our unhoused populations as intimated in Jacob Mckibbin’s prose poem ‘Life Expectancy’; or the murder of the trans teenager Brianna Ghey as commemorated in Marina Scott’s elegiac ‘beat’.
Elsewhere, we encounter ecologically alert pieces that reveal familiar landscapes in new light (‘The Host in the Hedge’, Anyonita Green; ‘Landscape with Vapour-sprayed Aubergines’, Adam Heardman) or narrate aspects of human and/or natural disaster (‘Negative capability & the tomatoes’, Claire Collison; ‘Permanent’, Cat Turhan).
Yet while a poetics of witness is necessary as breath, a poetics of resistance may also inspire an attention to joy, via small moments of sonorous and lustrous detail, as in Aimee Skelton’s ‘To nature’ or Mark Saunders’ ‘Chipped Sound’. And there are poems here that push back with relish, with Rachel Donati’s ‘I Have Even Dreamed a Life of Perfect’ and Rosemary Corin’s ‘half the trans women in east oxford’ springing, feistily, to mind.
It has been a pleasure and an honour to edit this edition of Propel and I hope you enjoy reading the poets within it as much as I did.
— Karen McCarthy Woolf
July 2023