Published
by Arlen House, Galway, Ireland in February 2008.
In Perplexed
Skin you’ll
find a dog which has learnt to sing songs by Henry
Purcell, a ghost which haunts the pissoir of a modern
city centre pub, a man who waits until Judgement Day to
take his own life; characters as various as these occupy
brief narratives that weave in and out of sequences
where Eros and elegy predominate.
UNUSUAL
IN ITS own way is Patrick Cotter's debut, Perplexed
Skin. Its title sums up the book's concerns, which
are chiefly with the romantic and sexual, but also with
what it means to be comfortable - or not - in one's own
skin. Cotter is well-known in literary circles as director
of the Munster Literature Centre, as well as for his work
with translation. All the more refreshing, then, to find a
poet working within the "village" of contemporary poets
but in a voice all his own; one which is unfashionable in
the best sense.
Cotter
clearly relishes language as much as he does sexuality:
"Your mouth was a moist gourmet dessert" (Butterfly Girl);
"A tigress is a girl who licks up/ all your purring like
milk, before leaving you" (A Tigress Is . . .). He can be
witty, too, as in The Singing Bichon, a nicely-judged
study of dog-owning ambivalence informed by surrealism
(this poodle performs arias - but only in private). Such
highly-coloured imagery often resonates with European
influence: the "bonsai-sized angel" on the book's first
page could come straight from the Finn Ilpo Tiihonen,
while Purchased Wisdom is dedicated to Haken Sandell, and
one can see why from the opening lines: "Your body I
strewed in cleft steaks,/ your rended head lay calmed
before me". Internationalism breathes vigour into this
work, and not only through the cast of girls - from
Sweden, Japan, California, the Rhineland - its protagonist
pursues.
-Fiona
Sampson
The
Irish Times May 2008
"
Cotter is an intelligent writer, not only in the sense of
having a poetic intelligence that enables him to manage
his lines well, but in the sense of having a rational
approach. He likes ideas, fools about with them, has a
personal idiom and a sophisticated sensibility. ......
Cotter's vision of the world is not simple nor does he
sing of it in rapturous tones. His mirroring of
complexities shows just how mature and self-assured he
is."
-
Maurice Harmon,
Cork Literary
Review September 2009
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