Lifesaving Poems: Alden Nowlan’s ‘This is What I Wanted to Sign Off With’

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In the early autumn of 2006, just as I was coming to the end of my treatment for non-Hodgkin’s lymphoma, an old friend contacted me to ask if I could recommend any poems for his sister’s funeral. She had had a rare and aggressive form of breast cancer.

It is a hard thing to know how to counsel others in their grief at the best of times, but this felt especially poignant for me. I had been following the story of my friend’s sister from a distance, as our different prognoses appeared to move in parallel for a moment, only to diverge sharply again.

‘You’re a poet,’ he said, ‘you must know some poems we could look at.’

I said of course I would help, I had just the book.

Which was true. Some years before, I had got hold of the Bloodaxe anthology Do Not Go Gentle: Poems for Funerals (2003). Not wanting to tempt fate, I had deliberately avoided looking at it as my own treatment had progressed, even when I had been mistakenly told I was relapsing. It was time to take it down from the shelf.

I chose a handful of what looked to me to be suitable poems and shuffled to the Spar shop to make photocopies. In the end my friend used none of them. I found myself wanting to be aggrieved by this decision. I vaguely recalled Theodore Roethke’s phrase of warning. I had ‘no rights in this matter’, and chose to say nothing.

My own mixture of feelings notwithstanding, this had the welcome effect of making me go back to the actual poems. Among these was Alden Nowlan’s ‘This is What I Wanted to Sign Off With’, the poem I was most confident my friend would choose.

My confidence lay in its barehanded honesty and apparent lack of artifice. I was sure my friend would respond, like me, to the poem’s tenacious and supple handling of its natural speaking voice, its flirtation with humour and sentimentality. It was a banker. I was sure of it.

There must be a parable here about the way art speaks to us in different ways, how one person’s lifesaving utterance is another’s emotional raw meat or electrified fence. I found myself trying to read the poem through my friend’s eyes, as though coming to it for the first time. I found I could not. Maybe there is a parable in here, too, about responses to art being un-fakable.

In wanting to judge my friend for rejecting the poem I had chosen for him I was surely placing my need for reassurance about the poem’s excellence above his own to say what needed to be said in words he felt he owned. This is another lesson I am still learning.

This is What I Wanted to Sign Off With

You know what I’m

like when I`m sick: I’d sooner

curse than cry. And people don’t often

know what they’re saying in the end.

Or I could die in my sleep.

 

So I’ll say it now. Here it is.

Don’t pay any attention

if I don’t get it right

when it is for real. Blame that

on terror and pain

or the stuff they’re shooting

into my veins. This is what I wanted to

sign off with. Bend

closer, listen, I love you.

Alden Nowlan, from Do Not Go Gentle: Poems for Funerals  (Bloodaxe, 2003)

6 comments

  1. Emma Starling

    Maybe he loved it but thought it was too honest for some of the many friends a relatives who would hear it? I think it’s very powerful x

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    • Anthony Wilson

      Hi Emma. I was not led to believe there was any positive reaction. This may be a trick of my memory of course…in any case it it not a problem. It is surprising when you love something and are sure someone else will too and then they don’t. It was a jolt. And a good one. X A

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  2. Jenny Swann

    Very interesting post – yes, it is so hard for people who don’t know much poetry, to find really good poems that seem right for funerals. There are loads of truly horrendous websites offering toe-curling poems for funerals. There are a number of poems that I think are wonderful. Christina Rossetti (‘Remember’/’Song’), Billy Collins (‘The Dead’), Carol Ann Duffy (‘Cold’), Edna St Vincent Millay (‘Dirge without Music’) pretty much hits home. Etc.
    I’ve only recently discovered your blog, Anthony, via Facebook, and am enjoying it!

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    • Anthony Wilson

      Hi there and thanks for your kind comment. I have had a positive response on exactly this issue (with another poem used previously on my blog, ‘Let Evening Come’). That the response to Nowlan’s poem was not a shared one I find even more interesting, because it forced me to re-evaluate what I find useful/helpful/powerful in the poem. Thanks again for your kind interest, Anthony

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  3. Miss Molly

    Nowlan’s is a lovely poem, but I agree with others that what touches our own hearts can miss the mark for others. For a father’s funeral, I would choose David Bottoms’ “Sign for My Father, Who Stressed the Bunt.” Bottoms is a wonderful contemporary poet, who understands and writes about sentiment without becoming sentimental – a fine trick for any poet.

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