Posted on: 16 March 2023

The Advantages of Nearly Dying – poems by Michael Rosen

Smokestack Books, 2023, £8.99

Review by Mike Waddington

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Michael Rosen is having a very productive time – this is his fourth book drawing on his Covid experience - and the 152 poems here are witty, wry and at times raw and agonising; he has a “deja-whiff” -

I’m beginning to think

I’m attached to hospital now.

My head lives there.

(p148)

It dominates his lonely times …

I pause,

I look at it, turn it over,

Name it,

And try to drain it of its power to reach into me.

(p164)

 

This “draining” makes these poems heroic, confronting the haunted – agonised – past; what might have been, what has been lost, guilt, fear.  He’s a “Noah in the rain.”

There’s plenty of uplift – about the NHS, the staff and his own recovery:

 

I said to the physio at the rehab

That I didn’t think I would be able

To do a show

To 100s of children in a theatre again.

She said I would.

This year,

I did a show to 100s of children

At the Queen Elizabeth Hall.

A woman with her kids

Asked me to sign a book.

It’s me, she said.

It was the physio

(p174)

 

One point of poetry is to contain powerful emotions (think weddings and funerals) and what stirs in Michael Rosen is powerful, and sometimes dark:

 

I wonder if I will have to get up

In the night for a pee

And I think about the quiet dark

Of the house

Which will be there

If I do.

(p86)

 

And:

When I came home

I pretended I was happier than I was.

I pretended that

I wasn’t finding myself

Back in lonely places

Of the hospital

Again and again.

(164)

 

(on the Rehab ward) I see me back then

Trying hard to be happy.

But inside there were dark corners

Where I was afraid that I had fallen apart:

The man who forgets yesterday.

(p172)

 

His mind is filled with memories of his mother’s “cold hands” and the death of his son (from meningitis) and the nightmares this brings. Thinking on the beginnings of lockdown reminds him:

 

Some days I thought

It was my fault that Eddie died.

I didn’t spot meningococcal septicaemia

I didn’t see it.

I thought

If it was my fault

I must have killed him.

I pore over stories of survivors … looking for something.

(p140)

 

In his ‘Sonnet for Anne Frank’ he grapples:

Each time we read, we struggle to enjoy

Your love of life while knowing how it ended

(p184)          

 

But the journey through these pages has plenty to smile at and laugh at too and get angry about.

And plenty to reflect on:

Or it could (be?) profoundly encouraging

That what we have is being here

Because we could make the best of it

While there’s time.

(p175)

And he’s full of ideas on how to do that.

From most bookshops or https://www.michaelrosen.co.uk/portfolio/the-advantages-of-nearly-dying/