Sometimes the death of a famous (or infamous) person passes rapidly across the lens of the public eye. The news cycle needs no encouragement to move on after the announcement which is quickly consumed by everything else. However I was saddened to hear of the passing of the writer and commentator Clive James yesterday at the age of 80. Like many of my generation I first saw him on television hosting clip shows, talk shows and visual postcards from various locations around the world. His dry wit and self deprecating air was very successful and his commentary on what someone once called ‘the haunted fish tank’ made him something of a household name. For example, he once described Arnold Schwarzenegger in the film ‘Pumping Iron’ as looking like “a brown condom filled with walnuts” – which is apt and shows his capacity with a memorable phrase.
But then I came across his essays on just about everything – for example, he could write about ‘The West Wing’ (‘Fantasy on The West Wing’), and ‘The Hidden Art of Bing Crosby’ and his roving eye and avid reading took in both ‘high’ and ‘low’ culture and offered information and entertainment in equal measure. I learned a great deal from these essays and James was, I felt, a reliable guide to art, culture and the endless and dangerous foibles of the human race. Then, later I discovered the songs he wrote with guitarist Pete Atkin, songs full of lyrical wordplay and clever insights – ‘Touch Has A Memory’, ‘Be Careful When They Offer You The Moon’ and ‘Sessionman’s Blues’ come to mind and the last contains the wry lyric;
“I’ve got the sessionman’s blues
I’m booked up a lifetime ahead
I get a sessionman’s news
The voice on the blower just said
They want me to work on the afternoon after I’m dead”.
Yet out of all of his voluminous output I have come to value his poetry most of all. Although written in the shadow of declining health they are filled with light and hope. He recently said that “the theme of my late poetry is luck not death” and the final verse of his poem ‘Event Horizon’ speaks for itself;
“What is it worth, then, this insane last phase
When everything about you goes downhill?
This much; you get to see the cosmos blaze
And feel its grandeur, even against your will,
As it reminds you, just by being there,
That is it here we live or else nowhere”
James was eminently quotable and this quote contains a phrase that I think captures the essence of his art;
“All I can do is turn a phrase until it catches the light. There was a time when I got hot under the collar if the critics said I had nothing new to say. Now I realise that they had a point. My field is the self-evident. Everything I say is obvious, although I like to think that some of the obvious things I have said were not so obvious until I said them.” From ‘May Week Was in June’ (1990).
Turning a phrase to catch the light is something he did with great panache and wit. He was a stranger to me but I find his writing endlessly informative and deeply encouraging. We are poorer for his passing, but I am thankful that the words remain.
(Clive James’ writings are available everywhere, as is his poetry – ‘Event Horizon’ comes from ‘Sentenced to Life’ published by Picador in 2015. His website is also worth visiting. The early records made by Pete Atkin are almost impossible to get hold of, but there are two excellent albums available ‘Midnight Voices’ (2007) and ‘The Colours of Night’ (2015) both on Hillside Music.