The roaring boys - John Barnie

There is a sense of unburdening in John Barnies latest collection a confessional mode that is certainly present in previous volumes, but which here achieves a new plangency. It is all the more striking for butting up against the poets characteristic tonalities an unsentimental lyricism, sharp with dissecting irony. That unburdening is carried by form: each poem is a single sentence in which concept, argument and emotion are controlled by the sluice gates of semi-colons. Dramas unfold across clauses that bridge voices, tones and timescales.
What commands the speakers attention here is the action of the bones under a cats pelt, the dance of viruses in the marrow. Barnies is a kind of neo-Darwinian graveyard poetry, leavened by the wry humour (never easy cynicism) of one who recognises how the scale of the universe renders us all lower case (as he puts it in Here, and There) deities and major poets included. But it is that confessional element that makes this collection different and compelling or rather, the dynamic between biological observation and the elegiac imagination, to which Barnie gives freer rein. one detects in The Roaring Boys a willingness to look with a greater degree of empathy on decaying lives both heady (see The Roaring Boys) and hushed. Present still, of course, is a refusal to be taken in by dogmatic systems and orthodoxies (so the vicar said from The Slaughterhouse could stand as the motto of Barnie as poet); and yet in this book we find the poet still in meaningful dialogue with dead Canon Davies of St Marys, Abergavenny, on the subject of free will, bacteria, language, and the need to accord value to human life.
The Roaring Boys confirms and, importantly, extends John Barnies distinguished reputation.
Damian Walford Davies