Tony Flynn
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Tony Flynn

Tony Flynn - winner of the 2007 English Association Poetry Prize

Tony Flynn was born in 1951 in Haslingden, Lancashire. He was educated in a number of Catholic schools, before going on to read Philosophical Theology at the University of Hull. After starting a PhD in the same field, which would look at the impact of Marxism on twentieth century theological thought, he turned to social work in 1978 and has since trained as a social worker and family therapist. He currently lives and works in Brighton where he leads a small multi-disciplinary child protection team, working with the most complex and challenging families where children are thought to be at risk.

His poetry first came to prominence in the 1982 anthology, A Rumoured City , which was edited by Douglas Dunn and with a Foreword by Philip Larkin. He has published two full-length collections, A Strange Routine and Body Politic , together with a number of limited edition pamphlets. The Mermaid Chair – New and Selected Poems appears from Dream Catcher Books. His work has appeared widely in leading magazines and  anthologies and he has received a number of literary awards and bursaries, including an Eric Gregory Award early in his career, and an Arts Council of England Writer’s Award more recently. In 1994, he was the Arts Council of Wales Fellow in Creative Writing at the University of Bangor, North Wales. His poem, ‘Seeing Voices’ won First Prize in the English Association Fellows’ Poetry Prize Competition, 2007.

Tony Flynn - The Mermaid Chair
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The Mermaid Chair

In 1980, Tony Flynn published “A Strange Routine”, a compelling map to his terrain of loss – the loss of his mother, of his wife, of his child, of his past. Twelve years later, his “Body Politic” came out, another outright masterpiece, this time including an extended mourning for the victims of state repression.

It has been sixteen years since then, sixteen years in which you get the impression from his new collection “The Mermaid Chair” he became disillusioned with the possibilities of the written word, although the opening poem “The Wireless” embarks with optimism, being the story of how his father struggled manfully, but in vain, with the new TV, even resorting to climbing onto the roof

“…….. like an angry Zeus,

brandishing the aerial

like lightening in his massive hands ....."

before ceding the field

"to the wireless again,

I learned to love how words disclose

what does not correspond to anything."

However, subsequent poems argue a contrary case – the inadequacy of the written word to describe the fullness of the soul: “Cosmology”, “Exalted States”, “Wound”, “The Ecstasy of St Teresa”, “Natural Worlds”, and “Love Poem” (silence). Indeed, there is much to be learnt within silence: “Sign” and “Seeing Voices”.

If I am reading this right, Tony unplugged himself from the anchor of his considerable art which nonetheless proved incapable of solving the problem, and moved onwards and upwards – specifically upwards:

Theology

Must darkness ever more abound?

A worm cries out from the edge

of creation – Forsaken too?

A voice in truth

against the odds – Beloved, though.

Tony’s earlier poems pinch you in the emotional groin after honeyed words. These are more cerebral, more questing, more eclectic somehow, and more random.

I am guessing here, but my hypothesis is that he virtually gave up writing except in odd moments of passion and compulsion. This is less biography and more archaeology – fragments to be pieced together.

There are many extraordinary poems here: “Fairy tale” which describes the consequences of the paternal suppression of independent thought; “The Scene of the Crime” where the shape of a departed lover is traced in the sand:

“Where you face was I score my name with a stick.”

….”Lectio Divina”, an exquisite poem which describes how Aberlard and Eloise poured over rare and sacred texts during the day, and over each other’s bodies at night; and “The Net”, a short piece on the beguiling, illusory nature of one last chance in a relationship.

And finally, the epiphany of the late birth of a child, and of a re-birth:

“……………….it seems

that somehow there will always be

one more note, half-imagined, just beyond

each last pause we had taken for the end.”

The new poems represent a different, contemplative, journey - one more than worth the price of the book in their own right. However, the inclusion of the out-of-print poems from “A Strange Routine” and “Body Politic” makes the decision a no-brainer.