One of the advantages of longevity is the opportunity for review and in
this slim pamphlet Jonty Driver has taken a telescope to the early quarter of
his life mostly in South Africa. Whilst inspecting old photographs in an album,
sometimes with a magnifying glass, his ever ready poet’s pen captioned them
with a dozen sonnets.
He opens with twin images of himself: now and then.
“He’s not so
sure these days he likes to see
Just what he was - a bit too much of himself
To bear, before he learned the ways to mask
Himself, his fears, his past: .......”
Just what he was - a bit too much of himself
To bear, before he learned the ways to mask
Himself, his fears, his past: .......”
The dozen sonnets are deliberately unrhymed but the photographs tip some
memories back much more sharply than others. He is seated as The King centre
stage in The Prep School Play (with a cast of fifty!) decrying the Head who
wrote it because ‘nothing said in verse couldn’t better be done in prose’, a
very early delight in verse for this young boy. The sonnet concludes remarking
his ‘little brother, the one who’s dead’.*
There are passages devoted to his undergraduate life, from a triumphant
rugby XV, the “C Reserve” up to a Group University Student
Conference in 1964 shortly before his detention in solitary confinement
suspected of involvement in the African Resistance Movement. Because the whole
is about his relationships with the stars of the photos, the family is well
represented: a year old Jonty in a romper suit on Grandad’s lap followed by his
wife, Ann with two children and expecting her third.
“The older children gather at her knees
Demanding love and time; and still she tells
The stories that she knows they need to hear
And gathers them as if they were themselves
“The older children gather at her knees
Demanding love and time; and still she tells
The stories that she knows they need to hear
And gathers them as if they were themselves
Stories to be told. ........”
The twelfth image is of THE OTHER
GRANDFATHER : his father’s father, Harry born in 1881 and
killed in France in 1917. Its sonnet and the memories described throughout this
intriguing ‘pamphlet’ make me wonder if an alternative title might have been IMAGES & HOMAGE
The greatest English sonnet master gives us thought:
“Some say thy fault is youth, some wantonness;
Some say thy grace is youth and gentle sport;
Both grace and faults are are lov’d of more and less:
Thou makest faults graces that to thee resort.”
W.S. Sonnet 96
Alan McKinna
Published in Rye, at £2 it’s a snip and thoroughly recommended
Published in Rye, at £2 it’s a snip and thoroughly recommended
*MY BROTHER & I (2013) by C.J. Driver.
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