Ones Who Keep Quiet: A New Poetry Collection

The ones who keep quiet for the longest are the dead, yet there are echoes of them everywhere. A turn of the head brings a glimpse of a Victorian banker retrieving his top hat from the gutter. A walk across a bridge lets you pass the ghosts of a Catholic saint, a Marxist martyr, and a boy with a tin drum. The dead are there to be heard; they are also listening to you. The Ones Who Keep Quiet showcases David Howards ability to give our world a metaphysical mulling, which he achieves with memorable lyricism and an edgy attention to questions of identity and time, silence and isolation. Kathleen Grattan Poetry Award judge Emma Neale noted this new collections extraordinary range, from mordant puns and verse drama to unexpected polyphonic juxtapositions, as if the poems have been internally pleated. In his judder-bar voice, Dad pulls up Mum: Its good enough for the likes of us. Awake to the dream of a state house, the sound of an egg beater inside that dream; on orange formica, the second-best tea set; three ducks above a coke fire steaming smalls. My sister plaits her hair Fuck, lets go to the shops so someone will talk to us.