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Don Paterson

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Author's note

Editor's comment

Biography

The Rat

A young man wrote a poem about a rat.
It was the best poem ever written about a rat.
To read it was to ask the rat to perch
on the arm of your chair until you turned the page.
So we wrote to him, but heard nothing; we called,
and called again; then finally we sailed
to the island where he kept the only shop
and rapped his door until he opened up.

We took away his poems. Our hands shook
with excitement. We read them on lightboxes,
under great lamps. They were not much good.
So then we offered what advice we could
on his tropes and turns, his metrical comportment,
on the wedding of the word to the event,
and suggested that he might read this or that.
We said Now: write us more poems like The Rat.

All we got was cheek from him. Then silence.
We gave up on him. Him with his green arrogance
and ingratitude and his one lucky strike.
But today I read The Rat again. Its reek
announced it; then I saw its pisshole stare;
line by line it strained into the air.
Then it hissed. For all the craft and clever-clever
you did not write me, fool. Nor will you ever.

Source

From Landing Light (London: Faber, 2003).
Reprinted by permission of the publisher.

Author's note

I suppose I think of 'The Rat' as a not very good poem about a very good poem. It's certainly the only one I've ever had come out of my job as an editor, which must be about the most unpoetic trade imaginable. Beyond that there's not much to say about it - it's about the poem being bigger than the poet, and the humility we should feel before the former and the indifference toward the latter - which at the end of the day is a pretty odd designation, useful only as a way of identifying a reliable source of good poems. But sometimes unreliable sources produce astonishing things.

Don Paterson

Editor's comment

It was difficult to choose a poem from Landing Light, there were so many strong ones, and I suspect the family poems will be much anthologised. Instead, I’ve chosen a chilling (and honest) piece about writing (and much else).

Hamish Whyte

Biography

Born in Dundee in 1963, Don Paterson left school to pursue a career in music, living in London and Brighton. He returned to Dundee in 1993 as Writer in Residence at the University, and at the end of his tenure went to London to take up the position of poetry editor at Picador in 1995, a position he still holds. He now lives in Kirriemuir, continuing to work as a musician, editor and writer.

His first collection Nil Nil (Faber) was published in 1993, and won the Forward Prize for Best First Collection that year. God's Gift to Women (1997) won both the Geoffrey Faber Memorial Prize and the T. S. Eliot Prize for Poetry. Subsequent collections include The Eyes (1999) and Landing Light (2003).

Landing Light won both the Whitbread Prize for Poetry and the T. S. Eliot Prize in 2004, making Don Paterson the only poet to have won the T. S. Eliot Prize twice.