Bathed in green light and packing a punch as a
time-served copper, Paul Hartnett steps into the
poetry arena with CCTV EYES. Dressed to almost
fetishistic detail as a police officer, Hartnett
scrapes his hands back and forth over two sheets of
sandpaper that are neatly masking-taped to a table at
which he is seated. SANDPAPER, the second of ten short
pieces within CCTV EYES, is a monologue on the theme
of sexual fixation, and serves as a bizarre, enhanced
disclosure.
What is unique about Hartnett is that he is prepared
to represent damaged sexual proclivities from within a
first personal fictional narrative. He steps over from
objective observation into literary complicity,
entering the perpetrator's secret, self-justifying
world.
The origins of the desires Hartnett writes upon are
from the darkest recesses of the imagination, but are
they his desires, is the work from his imagination? Is
the ‘disclosure’ from Hartnett's heart or is he
disclosing from the mind of an imagined character or
characters, a CCTV footage of the brain written in a
time of the surveillance society that has been forced
on us by a government that keeps so much information
and misinformation about individuals?
What is an established fact with Hartnett’s four
published novels and short stories published in a wide
range of anthologies is that he researches deeply,
often taking words put together by society's outsiders
and reworking them into a contemporary character. His
work is all about loneliness, isolation, the extremes
of fantasy, the extremes of fact: from news reports of
teens with guns to the big disease with the little
name that killed his Dutch partner in the early 90s.
"So much of what I do is a cut 'n' paste, with me
coming in at the end with just a sprinkling of
autobiographical detail and, for spice, some swerving
imagination that comes from hours of being home alone
with a tape-recorder.” |