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Nd the journal is an intrinsic part of the kinetic activity of keeping bees making 'tiny regular checks' in the turn around the central figure of the sun and minute exploratory interventions through the round of the year The book is full of moments of revelation particularly of the relationship between the domestic and the wild In attempting to record and invoke something of the complexity of the relationship between 'keepe. I firstly read The ueen I found it so moving I couldn t start reading the book I hold it too precious perhaps was I afraid of being too moved Finally I got to it on the beachafter 5 minutes the local DJ started playing Christina Aguilera I realized I do not need the atmosphere it is never right The whole book was excellent especially the beginning and the end and the ueen and the very last one I am happy it started anew I especially liked how I felt intimately being there with the family Sean Borodale wrote an exuisite book I imagine somehow that it was hard that he might have had hard times writing it It is a nice half diaryhalf poetry half animalhalf flower book I recommend Dangerous Melody (Treasure Seekers year The book is full of moments of revelation particularly of the relationship between the domestic and the wild In attempting to record and invoke something of the complexity of the relationship between 'keepe. I firstly read The ueen I found it so moving I couldn t start reading the book I hold it too precious perhaps was I afraid of being too moved Finally I got to it on the beachafter 5 minutes the local DJ started playing Christina Aguilera I realized I do not need the atmosphere it is never right The whole book was excellent especially the beginning and the end and the ueen and the very last one I am happy it started anew I especially liked how I felt intimately being there with the family Sean Borodale wrote an exuisite book I imagine somehow that it was hard that he might have had hard times writing it It is a nice half diaryhalf poetry half animalhalf flower book I recommend

Summary Bee Journal

Bee Journal

R' and 'kept' it tunes ear and speech towards the ecstasy of bees between the known and the unknown Because of its genesis as a working journal there is here an unusual intimacy and deep scrutiny of life and death in nature The language itself is dense and clotted the imagery thrillingly fresh and the observing eye close scrupulous and full of wonder Bee Journal is one of the most unusual and exciting poetry debuts in years. 12th June I watch its mechanism its uartz pulsedrink bones of wetness from the earth s holes 11th October Alight honey bee I do feel the extremity of your spepctrumthat homes on an unsteady cymbal of flower s radialI heard it shivering tish as you touched its platform a close up protracting of tongue suck in a zip noise a faint sweet wet from a nectary s spring A poem collection in the form of a diary which was so beautiful to read it is overflowing with warm dreamy and lyrical language Reading the book all at once may be hard to swallow but in snippets is as sweet and precious as honey The Prince of Pleasure (The Wilde Brothers, your spepctrumthat homes on an unsteady cymbal of flower s radialI heard it shivering tish as Hers to Protect you touched its platform a close up protracting of tongue suck in a zip noise a faint sweet wet from a nectary s spring A poem collection in the form of a diary which was so beautiful to read it is overflowing with warm dreamy and lyrical language Reading the book all at once may be hard to swallow but in snippets is as sweet and precious as honey

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Bee Journal is a startlingly original poetry seuence a poem journal of beekeeping that chronicles the life of the hive from the collection of a small nucleus on the first day to the capture of a swarm two years later It observes the living architecture of the comb the range and locality of the colony; its flights flowers water sources parasites lives and deathsThese poems were written at the hive wearing a veil and gloves a. How bees touch and re align their touchLight in migration noise of a body in continual repair I love this concept a poetic narrative recounting the life and death of a beehive from the perspective of a first time apiarist Borodale can write beautifully elouently unexpectedly there s a physicality to his images and turns of phrase that suits the subject matter He plays with form perspective and structure but most of these pieces are short and straightforward however lyrical Yet however lyrical I found it difficult to connect with them emotionally There are exceptions a line here Strong little moon picked at your bones a stanza there 11th October Michaelmas Daisies in its entirety that left me breathless as when they first find evidence of the ueen or mourn the death of drones Everything is dragged awake puts on its music clothes But for the most part I struggled through these linked poems wishing they all moved me as much as the perfect moments Like these The light is Medusasugar of frayed threads a mesh a warp field allthe skin of our heads They agitate and are in dream what sun pens 3rd December Notes Listen to the rain the rain like the wings and legs of bees walking across bees like the lyre of a thought a whole possible instrument of insectsListen to the rain rain treadling earth to the sodden cold wet spun heads of this room pacing the winter to and fro The bees are crouched in the dooruiet I said listen I saidThey fan out of the door a Minerva beardlay out the flight paths the locks of haircombing the air s amnesia to a noise Don t speak it might use up presence Why so weakWhat song is this which kills you singers as you sing it Tree flapping guitar likestring scrape signatures the wind s bee chanting scorespotential potential collapses Eyes fed and lit upEyes starved and kicked out Light s skeleton puts back its fingers and flicksthe spectral end constantand bees just switch the wires of their song opposite winding the same sound the other way upLike hanks of yarn this endurance of eavesdropgrows wound and looped and invariably it twistsbetween the wings and the earMay you come backthrough the hole in the world s syllable I kept wondering whether my own lack of tactile experience with bees beyond a couple sharp stings the dripping of honey down my chin the rush walk beneath a too close hive was to blame If I had moved white suited unmasked among them held their comb like magic in my hands would these resonate with me strongly The disconnection I ve described certainly reflects my failures as a reader than Borodale s as a writer and I feel comfortable recommending Bee Journal but read a few pages first to gauge your reaction to these humming thrumming nature poems Blackmailed Into the Greek Tycoons Bed (International Billionaires, years later It observes the living architecture of the comb the range and locality of the colony; its flights flowers water sources parasites lives and deathsThese poems were written at the hive wearing a veil and gloves a. How bees touch and re align their touchLight in migration noise of a body in continual repair I love this concept a poetic narrative recounting the life and death of a beehive from the perspective of a first time apiarist Borodale can write beautifully elouently unexpectedly there s a physicality to his images and turns of phrase that suits the subject matter He plays with form perspective and structure but most of these pieces are short and straightforward however lyrical Yet however lyrical I found it difficult to connect with them emotionally There are exceptions a line here Strong little moon picked at Her Husbands Christmas Bargain your bones a stanza there 11th October Michaelmas Daisies in its entirety that left me breathless as when they first find evidence of the ueen or mourn the death of drones Everything is dragged awake puts on its music clothes But for the most part I struggled through these linked poems wishing they all moved me as much as the perfect moments Like these The light is Medusasugar of frayed threads a mesh a warp field allthe skin of our heads They agitate and are in dream what sun pens 3rd December Notes Listen to the rain the rain like the wings and legs of bees walking across bees like the lyre of a thought a whole possible instrument of insectsListen to the rain rain treadling earth to the sodden cold wet spun heads of this room pacing the winter to and fro The bees are crouched in the dooruiet I said listen I saidThey fan out of the door a Minerva beardlay out the flight paths the locks of haircombing the air s amnesia to a noise Don t speak it might use up presence Why so weakWhat song is this which kills The Geography of Witchcraft you singers as Hold On To Me you sing it Tree flapping guitar likestring scrape signatures the wind s bee chanting scorespotential potential collapses Eyes fed and lit upEyes starved and kicked out Light s skeleton puts back its fingers and flicksthe spectral end constantand bees just switch the wires of their song opposite winding the same sound the other way upLike hanks of Copping It Sweet (Murphys Law yarn this endurance of eavesdropgrows wound and looped and invariably it twistsbetween the wings and the earMay Ill Be Yours for Christmas (Harlequin Blaze, you come backthrough the hole in the world s syllable I kept wondering whether my own lack of tactile experience with bees beyond a couple sharp stings the dripping of honey down my chin the rush walk beneath a too close hive was to blame If I had moved white suited unmasked among them held their comb like magic in my hands would these resonate with me strongly The disconnection I ve described certainly reflects my failures as a reader than Borodale s as a writer and I feel comfortable recommending Bee Journal but read a few pages first to gauge


10 thoughts on “Bee Journal

  1. says:

    Love the concept and the writing is lyrical and lovely Did feel a bit disconnected to it though and it didn't particularly move me expect in some rare moments Enjoyed it mostly for the beauty of the words than any deeper meaning

  2. says:

    dnf because i had no clue what it meant sorry

  3. says:

    How bees touch and re align their touchLight in migration;noise of a body in continual repair I love this concept a poetic narrative recounting the life and death of a beehive from the perspective of a first time apiarist Borodale can write beautifully elouently unexpectedly; there's a physicality to his images

  4. says:

    5 Stars for the beautiful cover and concept only 2 for the content As a poetry geek it left me largely unmoved Also the intro essay is too wanky for words like an art school grad trying to justify their end of year project Disappointed

  5. says:

    I firstly read The ueen I found it so moving I couldn't start reading the book I hold it too precious perhaps was I afraid of being too moved? Finally I got to it on the beachafter 5 minutes the local DJ started playing Christina Aguilera I realized I do not need the atmosphere it is never right The whole book was excellent especially the b

  6. says:

    I liked this kind of I thinkMost of it kind went over my head My vocabulary certainly could do with expanding to better understand lots of the poems I did look up a few things when I could be bothered but I was reading outside for the booktubeathon and it was gettin real cold so I kinda wanted to just finish it That probably resulted in me not taking as much of it in properly as I could haveI did enjoy follow the progress of the hive thou

  7. says:

    12th June' I watch its mechanism its uartz pulsedrink bones of wetness from the earth's holes'11th October'Alight honey bee I do fe

  8. says:

    real bucolic hours all the words are lovely but i started to agree w the reviews saying there’s no emotion in them then i got to the end and ‘10th february dismantling the comb’ Destroyed Me then right at the very end ‘3rd july gift’

  9. says:

    I enjoyed the book as a journal and as an account of a bee keeper's experience But as poetry the book did little to impress me Ironically my favourite poem has a title 24TH25TH JANUARY BEES DIE but it has no text There are

  10. says:

    'Nettles have grown into old men's bristles' nectar as 'jewel pins' and the 'air steep with bees' Borodale's 'Bee Journal' is mesmerising Honey smeared observations from the weather's 'law of conduct' to panels thin as a shoulder blade feel tangible An enjoyable collection although it meanders somewhat a little like its

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