The landscape is that of the china clay industry, a weird chalk-white lunar terrain of vast excavations and pyramidal slag heaps, of luminous turquoise lakes and surreal combinations of colour and contour. I blogged three years ago about Jack Clemo (pronounced 'clemmo'). I can hardly take any responsibility for the revival of interest in his life and work since then, but it's wonderful to see.
I think Clemo bears comparison with Auden ons several counts. Not simply Auden's love of dilapidated industrial plant (and of lead moines in particular), but their shared Christianity, and their differently eccentric but essentially humane view of the world.
Clay Phoenix: A Biography of Jack Clemo by Luke Thompson was published earlier this year followed by a Selected Poems from Enitharmon with an introduction by Rowan Williams.
Now Luke Thompson has set up Guillemot Press, an 'Independent Publisher of Pamphlets and Beautiful Books', and among the first publications is a short story by Clemo: The Clay Dump, written in 1950 but only now appearing in print. It's very short and very good indeed. Lucy Gribble, forty-year-old school caretaker lives a lonely and unfulfilled life and is subject to the constant scrutiny of her neighbours when, to make a little money, she takes in lodgers. Blinking back the tears I was reminded of Flaubert's Un cœur simple.
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Clemo, as the publisher's note puts it, 'inherited a disease from his father' and became profoundly deaf and blind. His personal circumstances were often wretched. But he found love and consolation and his poetry is wonderful.
I like small presses, and Guillemot gets everything right. The Clay Dump is in a beautiful limited edition of 225 and, at £5, an extraordinary bargain. Order it from the publisher here.