Stuart Buck

Voyage au bout de la nuit

That is perhaps what we seek throughout life, 
that and nothing more, the greatest possible sorrow
so as to become fully ourselves before dying.
I was reading Celine when they told me you’d died
A smokeless explosion of lactic acid and the old
enemy
They said you’d made a sound not unlike a
exhausted filament
popping and fizzing into the night on a black tidal
wave of irresolution
You can lose your way groping among the shadows of the
past
.”
It seemed fitting that you’d lent me the book by
which you lived
And I’d read it while you were dying
A cold old bitch until the very end, an alien in
your own home
The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to
people,

but it seems to succeed almost every time.”
I got into the car and drove
There would be no one by your side
But I knew you’d be smiling

* Italics taken from Louis-Ferdinand Celine’s Voyage au bout de la Nuit’.

I live in a tiny village in North Wales called Llanarmon Dyffryn Ceiriog. It is situated in the Ceiriog Valley, named after John Ceiriog Hughes, the famous Welsh poet so it a very beautiful, inspiring place to live. I have a wife and two children. I have been writing for a while now, but really only started seriously in January 2015 when, because of health problems, I had to give up working as a chef, a job I’d done for years. Now I focus fully on my writing, without the stresses of 90 hour weeks! My writing is very cathartic, so I suppose I needed to write rather than was inspired. It gradually took over my life, like anything you love, and is now as much a part of me as my flesh and blood. when I think of a line or a phrase or just see something I feel I could write about I stop whatever I’m doing (unless I’m using heavy machinery!), put my headphones on, play some Arvo Part or Brian Eno and just write. It comes out as one, long line which I then edit down later once I’ve had the chance to look at it properly. Poems can take me five minutes or five hours, but it’s usually the former. I write very quickly and just try to imbue everything with passion, love and emotion.when I think of a line or a phrase or just see something I feel I could write about I stop whatever I’m doing (unless I’m using heavy machinery!), put my headphones on, play some Arvo Part or Brian Eno and just write. It comes out as one, long line which I then edit down later once I’ve had the chance to look at it properly. Poems can take me five minutes or five hours, but it’s usually the former. I write very quickly and just try to imbue everything with passion, love and emotion.

I live in a tiny village in North Wales called Llanarmon Dyffryn Ceiriog, a very beautiful, inspiring place to live. I have been writing for a while now, but really only started seriously in January 2015 when, because of health problems, I had to give up work. My writing is very cathartic, so I suppose I needed to write rather than was inspired. It gradually took over my life, like anything you love, and is now as much a part of me as my flesh and blood. When I think of a line or a phrase or just see something I feel I could write about I stop whatever I’m doing and just write. It comes out as one, long line which I then edit down later once I’ve had the chance to look at it properly. Poems can take me five minutes or five hours, but it’s usually the former. I write very quickly and just try to imbue everything with passion, love and emotion.