BERNARD KOPS DANCING IN THE
This Room in the Sunlight: Collected
Poems by Bernard Kops
Publishing, London, 2010, £9.99p.Paperback, 132pp., ISBN 9780954848262
Reviewed by Thomas
Land in Budapest
AMONG the greatest events of British
literature this decade is the publication of the collected poems of Bernard
Kops, the doyen of contemporary European verse.
His career began close to seven decades ago when he
became the bard singing of the ruthless exploitation and callous neglect endured
by the now bygone Jewish immigrant communities of London’s East End -- their old
men huddled around the wireless (his words) weeping tears of pride at
weather forecasts from Radio Moscow. He has gone far beyond that.
Queen Elizabeth last year rewarded him, at the advice of
Gordon Brown, then her prime minister, with a Civil List Pension in recognition
of his service to literature. This is a very rare honour that he now shares with
Lord Byron and William Wordsworth. Probably the only member of the British
poetry-reading public still doggedly unaware that Kops has taken his rightful
place among these literary giants is Kops himself.
Kops (b. 1926) is a top British dramatist, his plays
performed worldwide for decades. He has written more than 40 plays, nine novels
and two autobiographies. He runs a master-class for playwrights. But poetry
remains for him, as he put it, the quintessence of everything in literature.
His plays have won many prizes and they have been
performed in many translations. One of his recent classics, The Dreams of
Anne Frank (1992), has been performed in Hungary, and it is now being
translated into Czech to confront the rise of anti-Semitism sweeping Eastern
Europe. The play is about the miracle of survival through the Holocaust that
claimed Kops’ large extended family in Amsterdam. Anne Frank’s Fragments from
Nowhere, a hugely powerful poem in the new collection, is a prayer for
He is extraordinarily prolific. A sense of humour almost
never deserts him. Here is how he says he experiences creativity:
Poems are like grandchildren.
You should never bribe or persuade them
to visit you.
...But wait until they enter and overwhelm
and delight you.
Kops is my teacher and my close friend. He is a
spellbinding public speaker whose still frequent performances are often
remembered in small detail by his audiences for years after such events. He is
easily approachable, with informal manners radiating the warmth of a secure
early childhood when he was spoilt by the love of his six elder sisters. But his
face betrays the suffering endured by him as well as his extended family.
This is Kops’ eighth collection of verse. The poems are
mostly deceptively simple, insightful, dark-and-joyful and poignant. Many are
already classics, having assumed lives of their own. The book includes more than
40 hitherto unpublished pieces among the old favourites describing the
desperation of destitute communities dependent for survival on soup kitchens and
They also deal with Kops’ own, quarter-century struggle
with drug addition and an attempted suicide. Familiar literary figures crop up
in the work, friends and idols like the First World War poet Isaac Rosenberg,
another Jewish master from the East End of London, as well as W. H. Auden, Allen
Ginsberg and the recently deceased Adrian Mitchell. The collection addresses
death much too much for my comfort.
Kops‘ poetry combining touching simplicity with naked
passion stems from an 18th century English literary tradition revived in the
20th century by Rosenberg. The poems project great empathy and deep emotional
commitment, their power driven by a desperate, unconcealed awareness of the
vulnerability of all living things.
The new collection contains something very Jewish but
also very rare in Western literature -- a deeply felt recurring declaration of
passionate, lifelong matrimonial love. The poet’s muse, wife, lover, friend,
editor, mentor and manager and the mother of his four children is Erica, a
diminutive woman of enormous intensity, the sort of matriarch you might think
Rachel of the Bible might have become if she had been granted a longer life. The
collection is dedicated to her.
This is how Kops describes her in a train ride:
Beside me is a lovely girl
with long dark hair.
The sun strikes the amber of her dreaming eyes
where I am trapped like a prehistoric fly.
I must get to know her.
She is my wife.
East London as Kops knew it no longer exists. The
dockside Jewish communities once sheltering there from the Holocaust have moved
on to the prosperous North-West London suburbs of Golders Green and Hampstead.
Their place has been taken by more recent immigrant communities from South Asia,
introducing to it their very differently exuberant culture. But East London has
not forgotten Kops.
The collection opens with the poem Whitechapel
Library, Aldgate East paying homage to that institution, once known as the
university of the poor, that the poet used to attend as an ill-clad, hungry
child feasting on literature. Today, lines of that poem grace the walls of the
library, which now serves a splendid modern museum.
On a recent visit to the museum for a performance of a
Kops play -- Whitechapel Dreams (2008), about an Asian teenager seeking
refuge from her family at the library -- I watched young girls and stern matrons
gaze at Kops fondly when they thought he did not notice. A bartender brought me
free drinks when he become aware that I was in the poet’s company.
Kops is a well known figure of the community. He stages
plays there and holds poetry readings, lectures and theatrical workshops. The
local press reports on his views and activities. Many residents warmly recognize
him on streets and in restaurants.
Kops left school at 13 during the Blitz. He tried acting
and the second-hand book trade, drifted through the bohemian world of Soho and
won sudden, unexpected fame with his East End play The Hamlet of Stepney
That was drama steeped in the Yiddish theatrical
tradition. It pioneered Britain’s “New Wave” of “kitchen-sink” drama that was to
sweep away a lot of entrenched theatrical conventions. He was hailed for it by
the critics of the day as a significant trendsetter. But several of his
subsequent plays were slaughtered by the press. A theatre performing his play
Ezra (1981) about the anti-Semite American poet Ezra Pound was firebombed.
Most of his life he was dodged by financial worries.
This Room in the Sunlight
-- the final poem in the collection -- sings the joy of the simple, greatest
pleasures of love, creativity and sharing. Kops’ ability to issue such a book
after the bleak decades of drug-induced breakdowns praises the steadfast,
unflinching support of a strong and devoted wife.
THOMAS ORSZÁG-LAND is a poet and
award-winning foreign correspondent. His last major work was Christmas in
Auschwitz: Holocaust Poetry Translated from the Hungarian of András Mezei (Smokestack,