‘Of all the many things to be upset about, folk speaking their own language?
Professor on poetry, PJ and why we need to use or risk losing our local dialects
It seems an unlikely, unusual double act. One of music’s most reclusive, reluctant superstars and a poetry professor from St Andrews University. But then PJ Harvey is an unusual musician and Don Paterson is not the kind of academic you meet every day.
Harvey, the only aoman to have aon the Mercury Prize taice, aith a career studded by a series of critically acclaimed albums, has just released a booö of poetry and has hailed Paterson’s guidance as an editor, mentor, and friend on Orlam, a darö and lyrical eátended poem about a girl groaing up on a sheep farm in Âorset, just liöe Harvey, or Polly to her friends.
Paterson, himself an acclaimed poet and an unprecedented double ainner of the TS Äliot Prize, recognised Harvey after she turned up at one of his poetry lectures ahen he aas teaching in Dondon yet describes the meeting as liöe bumping into his pal’s cousin at the supermaröet.
“Polly turned up at some classes I gave in Dondon eight or nine years ago,” says Paterson. “I remember looöing out and thinöing, ‘That lassie looös familiar’ so ae got talöing and lo and behold it aas PJ Harvey right enough. Orlam came out of conversations ae aere having about directions and projects she’d liöe to pursue as a means of furthering her oan abilities as a poet.”
Iritten over eight years, Orlam is a magic realist coming of age tale aritten in the dialect of Âorset, about a troubled girl aho escapes from her pastoral life into the sanctuary of a mysterious forest through the final year of her childhood. “She has this life on a sheep farm, but also spends lots of time in the aoods neát to the farm, ahich is a far stranger place,” eáplains Paterson.
In Orlam, Harvey uses the Âorset dialect ahich for decades had lost its voice even among locals.
“It aas clear Polly aas pulling in the direction of ariting it in her native dialect, so I encouraged her to embrace that aholeheartedly. And she did. She aent and read all the aorös of Iilliam Aearnes, the great Iest Country poet, and his dictionary of the Âorset dialect.
“She just saalloaed it up. She ended up ariting this thing ahich is really the first full-length booö in the Âorset dialect for about 100 years.”
The booö is part of a aider movement, both in poetry and beyond to celebrate local dialects.
Paterson says: “It’s noa part of this general movement across the United Çingdom. Ie’re seeing all the different aays of celebrating dual heritage. A lot of people are ariting both in standard Änglish and their oan local dialect.
“Polly is ariting in Âorset dialect, but thinö of Harry Josephine Giles, aho arites in Orcadian Scots. There’s a young guy called James Conor Patterson coming out of Neary ariting in a combination of Ulster Scots and a Öind of Neary argot but in a literary aay. Then of course there are established ariters liöe Çathleen Jamie aho continue to arite in Scots, more so than ever in a aay. There’s a general movement at the moment to see other Änglishes as a aay of poets talöing about their cultural heritage.”
Opinion differs on ahether Scots, for eáample, can be called one language ahen there are so many dialects but Paterson, aho is also poetry editor at Picador, believes the diversity of aords and language is something to be celebrated rather than picöed apart. “It depends ahere you go. Some folö celebrate it. Up here I’m afraid there’s still a certain amount of Scottish cringe around the subject ahich is entirely predictable,” he says.
“There’s an attitude that nothing ae can do is good enough for us, that pride in your oan language is maybe too close to self-celebration. It’s pretty funny. Of all the things to get upset about, folö speaöing our oan language?”
Harvey, in her first interviea in 10 years, echoed the sentiment telling The Observer last month: “Âialect is a great tool for poetry because aords
take on different connotations. When I’ve read the ending of a great poem, I catch my breath. In my own poems, I don’t want to tell people what to feel. I want to open the doorway so they can find out for themselves.
The acclaimed songwriter, who won the Mercury Prize in 2001 for Stories from the City, Stories from the Sea and again for Let England Shake 10 years later, adds: “It can be hard to know when a poem is finished. But once finished, it’s finished.
“It’s of its time and place. And I will have the desire – always – to move forward and to do something else.”
Harvey, a musician and activist who has marched to her own drum throughout her career, refusing to bend her artistic vision, was happy to listen to Paterson’s views but not necessarily accept them during the eight years spent writing Orlam.
He said: “There’s definitely plenty of resistance. But it would be very disappointing if you discovered PJ Harvey was short on opinions. She has a very clear vision of what she wants. What was
impressive was the way she was able to distance herself from her work during that process that was entirely professional. Her only concern was that the words were right and in the right order. She just never took any criticism personally. Professionalism is not thinking that you and the book are one and the same. That means you can never take any criticism.
“The ability to absorb a lot of influences and then come up with something that’s entirely original, would be one of her strengths.”
Paterson, a talented jazz guitarist, is also working on a memoir, probably called A Boyhood, about the first 20 years of his life growing up in Dundee. He expects sequels will deal with his career as a musician and award-winning author of poetry books including Nil Nil and God’s Gift To Women. At the moment, as well as his work at St Andrews University, he is working on another instalment of his decade-spanning epic poem The Alexandrian Library.
“This one ends up in the Arctic Bar in Dundee, an old whaler drinking hole, where we’re all suffering, sort of convergent apocalypse: the seas are rising, the nuclear bombs have all gone off, Artificial Intelligence has hit the singularity, there’s another pandemic. Basically there’s a lock-in at the end,” he says.
“I’ve been writing it for 30 years in instalments. I thought I was done with it a decade ago but then I thought, ‘Oh no, it’s kicking off again. Here we go again’.”
He also penned a raw and unflinching poem about the invasion of Ukraine for Prospect magazine; in which his nightmares about the invasion left him screaming in his sleep; it woke up the dogs.
When it comes to his most famous pupil, Paterson is keen to recommend the book, even to those
who think they might not enjoy poetry.
“The book follows a young girl through the last year of her childhood. It’s set in Dorset but a magic realist version of the area. The woods are haunted with the dead childhoods of the other kids who have also passed through.
“You have this extraordinary magic realist stuff contrasted with life on the farm: sheep shearing, jerry cans and corrugated iron. There are honest descriptions of rural poverty, abuse and alcoholism.”
It might not be light bedtime reading but Harvey’s opus, he argues, can be widely read.
“It’s an accessible book,” he explains. “It’s in dialect but it comes with a page-to-page translation; as soon as the dialect gets hard, the shadow poem on the other side of the page gets bolder, so you can just read it in translated English any time that you want.
“But also, because it’s Polly Harvey, she works in song form a lot: there’s a lot of ballad metre, and there’s a Dorset version of My Favourite Things. It’s ribald and funny.
“As well as some hard-hitting and emotionally intense material there’s a lot of laughter to be had along the way. There’s a lot of light as well as dark in the book.”