What might it be like to encounter a radically different culture and country entirely through its literature? To relinquish all preconceived notions held about it, and instead allow its words to tell you of the meaning of its existence and how it came into being, to make those words a talisman against the simulacrum of perceptions that flood your faculties, especially at a time of war. Brian Turner's
Here, Bullet strives to do exactly that and his poetry manages magnificently to bridge that gap between reality and simulacrum with a profound humanity.
Here are some of his words, and he is also featured on Radio 4's
Midweek this week.
And oddly, in the way the world conspires to present such things together, I learnt the other day that Siegfried Sassoon persuaded Wilfred Owen to start writing poetry at the
Craiglockhart Hospitalwhich is now part of the campus of the university at which I teach.