Reinventing the Life of a Poet in the Modern World

Category: Books to Read (Page 3 of 13)

A Book of Poetry Using the Multiple Choice Format

McAs soon as I found out what this was, I had to read it, Multiple Choice by Alejandro Zambra, a Chilean experimental writer.

I loved this book. It was written in the form of a Chilean Academic Aptitude Test and builds from short questions to long comprehension texts.

It’s hard to describe it as either poetry or fiction (as the cover itself indicates). It’s kind of like poems morphing into short stories, with everything in between. Pretty amazing. Each one was great and many "questions" found an emotional space in the cryptic format of a test form. There’s even a fill-in-the-bubble answer form provided in the back, just for the look of it.

Highly recommended.

Rune Stones Readings, Mark Twain and Beowulf

MusetonesCreative Rune Stones

So last December our living room flooded. Last week we had to move everything for some new flooring. While I was putting stuff back I decided to revisit these Stones from the Muse, basically a bag of rune stones for jumpstarting creativity.

A book comes with a bag of stones and in the book there are configurations for types of stone pulls you can do.

 

 

 

 

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I chose to work with the Conscious and Subconscious configuration first. I pulled these stones:

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Seed (ideas) (Conscious)

The book reading for this stone said my mind is a compost heap. It develops its own heat. It’s a fertile bed of ideas that come from everywhere. I have to nurture it, turn the compost heap or it will get stinky and stagnant. I must make choices or the heap will choke anything I'm trying to grow. I need to thin out the heap sometimes.

(The book didn't say this but I also think it helps being organized.)

Eggs (potential) (Subconscious)

I need to start working more fully with my mind and heart. If I'm blocked, I need to give something up: a chore, a defense mechanism, an idea about my persona. I need to schedule time, if even 15 minutes to make progress. What’s in the way of my going deeper or doing something different? I need to make some purposeful mistakes to see what happens.

Tidbits from The Atlantic

I'm getting to the end of reading through my 2016-7 gift subscription to The Atlantic. A few mentionable literary pieces:

IN Mark Twain's book The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, one of the printing plates was vandalized pre-publication and a plate-designer gave Silas the preacher an erect penis (which the illustrator didn't illustrate). Much money was offered as a reward but none of the 50 pressmen would fess up to the alteration of the plate. Door-to-door salesmen of the book were asked to rip the illustration out of their copies. This reminds us Twain's novels were one of the first great American lit books sold door to door. Read the full blurb.

And Beowulf is being revisited for lack of transcendence and the story's attraction to pop re-tellings.

Difficult Stuff: Diction, Elit & MOOCs

BorroffBooks

I finished a few other essay books this year….

The Language of the Poet, Verbal Artistry in Frost, Steven’s and Moore by Marie Borroff. Some people would, in fact, find Marie a real bore-off. Ha! This was a very difficult and dry book, literally it’s about classifying and counting words in the poems of its example poets, two notoriously difficult ones. But I actually loved this book (even though I had to read it very slowly) and came out with a deeper understanding about all of these three poets and about what the difference was between diction and syntax (which I’ve never been able to figure out before).

Diction is about word choice, the difference between the words lightness and buoyancy and what meaning changes happen as a result of those word choices or between concrete to abstract synonyms, synonyms that differ in terms of class differences and occasion.

Syntax is about sentence construction and how simple or complicated sentences can get. When someone says, “I couldn’t follow his syntax” (which I do all the time with Wallace Stevens poems), they usually mean the subordinate clause and verb layers are too complicated to make sense of. In writing class they would tell us to break those monster sentences up into shorter sentences for easier digestion. But for some poets, the fun of the thing is trying to push a sentence to its limits. And that’s okay.

HammondLiterature in the Digital Age by Adam Hammond

This is now my favorite book on the current affairs of digital literature. It’s so concise and yet the most expansive book on the subject. And it’s so friendly and reasonable!

Hammond starts with a historical review of the criticisms and rebuttals of electronic literature (very fairly handled), then moves onto issues of digitizing existing literature (including history around Virginia Woolf’s interest in that area) and issues around accessibility, then moving over into talking about quantitative studies in literature. He ends talking with “born digital” pieces and alterations in our ideas about authorship.

If you hate this subject (kids today!) but what to be literate about it, this is the book for you. If you don’t know anything about it and are elit-curious, this is the book for you. It’s a must have for anybody studying the most contemporary literatures, including narrative video games.

Game Stories

Not video games! I know what you’re thinking. Hammond provided two excellent examples of literary video games, which you can view online as walkthroughs:

StanleyThe Stanley Parable: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fgmIk_aOCRs

 I loved this branching story, a very literate take on the absurdity of video games!

 

HomeGoing Home: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jXwuqG3FVNs

The walkthroughs are a big speedy which made me a bit
dizzy so I haven’t finished it but the game is full of things to read and reading is a big part of the game. It’s a story about a missing family in a big shadowy house.

Building storiesI also read the mass of materials known as Building Stories by artist Chris Ware. It comes in a board-game box full of graphic stories of different shapes and sizes (see pic left, click to open in larger size). This is a story about a woman’s life trajectory and a sub-story about bees. The amazing thing is the reading order affects how you understand and "compile" the story in your head, how you decide to order and interact with all the materials, which include a game board artifact.

I decided to read them all from smallest to largest. My friend just randomly picked up booklets to read. I labeled the main character as the woman with one leg because I learned about her leg situation before I learned anything else and I learned about her accident which caused this situation at the very end of my readings. So that was the trajectory my brain designed for the story. My friend labeled the same character “the mother” because that’s what she learned first. The leg situation was never very important to her.  Check out what the whole story looks like:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8uwFGU3w8Hs

Whether or not you feel resistance to non-paper-based stories or computer experiments, the truth is that many of the experiments are often the same between language poets and computer poets: randomness, parataxis, and auto generation. We get it, people matrix! My favorite experiments, however, have moved beyond matrixing or assembling meaning from collage.

Words can come to life outside of paper. Why would a story told through a series of inter-linked blogs or in a game be much different than a paper version in terms of intensity or truth telling? There’s no reason.

MOOC Update: Are Good MOOCs a Thing of the Past

FuturelearnI’ve completed a few new free online classes (or MOOCS) this year: one on William Wordsworth, one on scientist/poet Humprhy Davy (both University of Lancaster classes hosted on FutureLearn) and a Harvard EdX course on Shakespeare.

They were all good in their own way, but I’ve noticed a trend in MOOCs, similar to the trend of tomato sauce cans getting perceptibly smaller year after year.

The original appeal for MOOCS was two things: they could be self-paced and they were free. Plus you get access to people and institutions all around the world. Colleges benefit from showing off their wares a bit and encouraging continuing, public, adult education (especially considering most MOOC offeringss are general education classes or liberal arts (and coding probably). But no one is offering a degree as a result of MOOCs or any kind of college credit for them. But they have the opportunity to collect a great deal of data on you and how you fared through the material, what tools worked and what kind of content was most effective. They study your learning in other words. Plus they gather information through polls, papers and discussion boards.

It seems that either the cost of creating these courses has become an issue or they're just are trying to squeeze more revenue out of a once-revenue-free stream. Lately there’s been a move to monetize these courses but still making they seem free. They first tried this by offering a certificate. But at $50 most students didn’t go for it. What could that certificate be used for? Nothing. It’s just a piece of paper.

Then they started restricting access to grading and discussions (no big deal if you’re taking the course archived anyway). Now the tactic is to put a timer on the days you have access to the class, thereby removing the self-paced feature. Some give you less than a month! And once the time runs out, you lose all access to the class and prior work, including your own comments.

EdxI’ve responded to this by skipping all the interactive features of the classes. Who has time for that? And why give up any data when all the benefits are disappearing? In the Shakespeare class there was a participation check you could only access if you paid for the class, which was absurd because as users we don’t need to verify your own participation. That feature was created for their benefit. Why would we pay for that?

Here’s the thing. I think teachers should be paid. I believe the adjunct system is bankrupting higher education. It’s signaling to everyone that teachers don’t matter. And teachers are literally the product here so institutions devaluing them in salary and benefits in institutional insanity. It also hints at some real gangrene dysfunction in the whole system.

So I’m not opposed to paying something for each class. After all, it takes labor and time to make these things. But at $50 a class, I’m close to the price point for a real live community college class. Not as convenient, sure. But it has sociability benefits and relationship building opportunities MOOCs don't have. So I wouldn't say one is more valuable than the other.

And I’m completely not interested in a monthly or yearly subscription model. Whole years go by where I don’t see classes I want to take. So a subscription plan feels like a waste of money. I want to pay as I go and retain access to work I’ve already done. Since these classes are truly massively attended, Udemy is good platform to study what price-points users will bear. A small amount ($15-25) purchased massively should pay for the creation of the class. Add that to the benefits gained from all of our data and that should be more reasonable for all of us.

But then there’s the tomato can issue, classes are getting really slim: shorter required readings, shorter videos, shorter syllabi. It all makes me wonder if MOOCs have run their course. If they’re truly not providing both students and providers with dividends, what’s the point? I surely don’t want to feel I’m giving up a lot of effort and data. I'm all for data gathering and educational improvements. I just participated in a user study for one of the MOOC to provide feedback on a very cool new tool they had developed. But if there’s no common path for all of us, I’ll just go back to the library or my local college.

A Book About Nursing Home Life

Strangers

I was at my nephew’s graduation in May and picked up this book, The Hands of Strangers by Janice N. Harrington.  Harrington is a faculty member at the University of Illinois. 

Some people I know visit college bookstores for the sweatshirts. This inspired me to collect local poets from college bookstores. U of I was the first college bookstore I’ve been to that did not have a Faculty/Staff book shelf. However, a very friendly book store staff member wandered the whole store to locate books for me by local authors. This book was one of them.

The subtitle of the book is “Poems from the Nursing Home” And as I had just finished “Being Mortal” by Atul Gawande, this book seemed interesting. What should you focus on as you approach end of life? How can you age well? 

This was one of those books I would recommend to everybody. Who doesn't wonder what the end will be like? Who hasn't had a loved one situated in a nursing home? Who wonders if they too will end up in a nursing home one day? 

Reader beware: it can be sad and disturbing, not just living with professional caretakers but the war your body wages with itself.

In the first section I wasn't very engaged. The book is told in first-person-removed on a theme. I thought, eh. Poems were about the daily routines like bed checks and some of the characters of the patients. It's a mild introduction.

But then the second section was a quick decent into the perils of living haunts and end of life drama.  Here's a good sample poem called “Rot.” The poem  “Two”was a sweet poem about friends helping friends. “Reality Orientation Therapy” was about the almost stream-of-conscious absurdity of the attempt to reorient disoriented patients. One of my favorite poems was “Mary Engles” about a woman with nobody to grieve her passing,  a poem inspired by an aide's note after her death: “No book will give her a sentence.” The poem “The Way it Ends” is a heartbreaking romance poem about two married people facing death in the same nursing home.

And then section three is even more harrowing. It's about "rough hands" and not-so-nice nurses and aides. It's also about the failures of the body, like this one, “Mending Wall” about skin and its failures. The end of the poem is downright eerie and yet beautiful.  “Friction’s Flowers” is a poem about bruises.

The Fourth section goes deeper into the body’s violence against itself. “Chart” describes what we’re reduced to as a medical file and “The Divider”  is an unforgettable poem about the final departure. 

She ends with an epilogue of self-assertion, which brings to mind the adage: "As I am, you will someday be." It's a riveting depiction of Dylan Thomas' "don't go gentle into that good night."

Harrington finds surprising eloquence about things like bed sores. She also touches upon class and race and the characters behind care-taking work. She unflinchingly describes what dying is, and illustrates all the perils of the system: including rape, elder abuse and the tactile mess of the job. The worst of it is the indifference. She looks hard for any situational beauty and uses language in amazing ways to show you what happens in a nursing home. 

A Book About Relationships and Aging

CleveI just read to cleave by Barbara Rockman, University of NM Press (2019). What I like best about Rockman’s poems are their quiet grace, like still-lifes, and her tight lines are scraped of superfluous language. She delights in the sounds of words and their repetition, alliteration and assonance. She packs a lot in a short line with a kind of strong economy of choice.

The quietness can be seen right in the first three poems: "Snow Cave," "Three Peaches on a White Plate" (I saw this one as an O’Keeffian still life and then later in the book found the poem “Letter from Georgia O’Keeffe to Alfred Stieglitz on Seeing His Photograph of Her Hands” which is a familiar construction of Georgia available to any Santa Fe visitor of the Georgia O’Keeffe museum) and "At Rest in the Rain."

There is a Santa Fe type of poet and a lot about this type has to do with the somewhat homogeneous ethnicity, money bracket, age group and interests/obsessions that occur in people who are drawn to Santa Fe, especially white, comfortable baby boomer poets. I happen to like that sort of poetry, (contemplative, spiritual, out-doorsy). As a white, Gen X, New Mexican, I’m not that far from it. But it can be repetitious once you’ve read ten books by Santa Fe poets about the spirit landscape and their travelogues. Rockman stands out for me in this pack. Her poems are pitch perfect and packed with the world in complex sentences. And she does this without seeming too self-obsessed or privileged.

In this book she writes about health, ("Absence of Wind" is a good example), family, childhood, motherhood, marriage, independence and all of those topics as they interrelate.

I really liked some of the experimental pieces, especially around juxtapositions that build connections instead of highlight randomness.

A good example is the poem “News, Sendai, Japan | Beach Walk, Sanibel Island, USA” (a title with a pipe! I love it!) Seemingly parallel poems are laid out vertically down one page so you can be read vertically or horizontally to explore two separate but related worlds.

Another one would be “Post-Laryngoscopy, I Follow News of the Trapped Miners” which was a really satisfying exploration of tunnels.

A good example of her brevity and depth is found in the poem “Afterlife.” In it,  she uses the term “things will get serious” usually referred to in dating terms or something early in a relationship. In this instance shes talking about ill health affecting a older marriage and serious takes on a different meaning.

All through this collection Rockman seems to be trying to figure out how it should be said and how to get it all said…

“and what is/said will be all.”

The Other Nautilus Prize 2019 Winners

IsakoWhen I come in as a silver winner or finalist in a book competition, I usually like to buy the winning book(s). And because the Nautilus Award was so particular in its vision, I ended buying and reading all the runners up in my category.

The same book was the winner in both the Indie Excellence Awards and the Nautilus awards, Isako Isako by Mia Ayumi Malhotra. Her book has received good press and placed finalist in many other awards as well. It was an enigmatic book that was hard for me to penetrate at first, poems about a survivor of a Japanese-American internment camp in WWII. I'm interested in this history but I still found the poems opaque. I want to say the point of view in those poems belonged to her mother but I can’t really back that up.

However, the book ends with some amazing poems about the poet and her mother, including these great poems:

“Isako Shows Her Daughter How to Ply the Line”

“Isako, Last Spring” (about her mother dying)

“The Losing Begins” (ditto), also titled "The End When It Comes" in this journal: https://readwildness.com/6/malhotra-comes

“Salmon Song: Migration”

Interestingly but I guess not surprising, all the silver winners in the Nautilus poetry genre were books with a Buddhist bent. Not only that but all three books included references to New Mexico: mine fully but the other two in brief glances. There’s some connection between the New Mexico landscape and Zen Buddhism. I talk more about this in the PDF travel guide to my book. It's a thing.

SchoolThe School of Soft Attention by Frank LaRue Owen was full-on New Mexico in parts. He references living there for a while and the Rio Grande and Bandelier.

I liked his introduction about the process of writing and spirituality. His poems seemed like very personal meditations.

"Once Through"

"There is Only One Poem

"The Flower in the Mountain

One of his poems reminded me of my own poem “Kneading” about baking and Zen. In a poem called “Almond Eyes,” he ends with “love is what/makes the dough/rise, not yeast.”

 

ExpanseThe Expanse of All Things by James Scott Smith was a great book of more universal (yet still personal) meditations. His poems were long and thin and like Owen’s steeped in nature and personal contemplations. 

"Mystic

"The Wound"

"Sangre de Cristo" (a mountain range in northern NM and southern Colorado)

"Chasm

"Seed

Activist Poems Still Kickin’ It

Notes-assemblageI’m still coming across good Black Lives Matter and activist poetry and a look over my web stats shows that the page Poems About Dictators is getting a good amount of traffic also.

In the alumni magazine for my Alma mater, University of Missouri-St. Louis, I read a great article called  “Voices of Ferguson”  with excerpts from a poet, a criminologist, a counselor, actors from Theatre of the Oppressed and a street medic. I loved the poem by Jason Vasser. Read the article here and click under Vasser’s picture to view the poem that depicts a more peaceful day-to-day life in Ferguson.

I also finished a Juan Felipe Herrera book I picked up years ago at USC’s Festival of Books in Los Angeles, Notes on the Assemblage (2015). The first part felt a bit like slam poetry than what usually appeals to me but the ones I really liked were all Black Lives Matter and activist poems, including these:

And if the man with the choke hold

Almost Livin’ Almost Dyin

We Are Remarkably Loud Not Masked

And the call to keep-on-keepin’-on in “Poem by Poem

It’s a beautifully sized book by City Lights Pres and also includes meditation poems like “It can begin with clouds.” And a small ekphrasis section, my favorite of which was “I do not know what a painting does” about how a painting looks back at the viewer.

Former U.S. Poet Laureate Herrera is an Hispanic poet writing about Black Lives Matter but he also writes a few poems in this book about immigration. There’s a great long poem called Borderbus.  And there’s “Half-Mexican” I also liked “The Soap Factory,” “Numbers, Patterns. Movements & Being” and “[untitled, unfettered—” which was more experimental. And there’s a great one about human expression called “Song Out Here.”

More Books About Writing

This is a major book review catch-up. As I've been switching work situations, I kept on reading but couldn't keep up with blogging. So here we go…

Broke

 The World Broke In Two, Bill Goldstein

The book cover looks very retro but this book actually came out in 2017 and it's about the year 1922, right after Proust had been translated into English and James Joyce has published Ulysses. Many established writers were disrupted (as we would say today) and Goldstein covers the comings and goings of four of those writers: Virginia Woolf (working on her Mrs. Dalloway novel), T.S. Eliot (writing his epic poem "The Waste Land"), E.M. Forster (working on A Passage to India) and D. H. Lawrence (roaming the earth, particularly his visits to Italy, Australia and Taos, New Mexico). 

Although I loved getting context on D.H. Lawrence's inability to like anything, (he's the favorite writer-visitor of the state of New Mexico and I'm always trying to figure out why), I don't really see how his chapters fit in with the others. He wasn't influenced by one of the two landmark books as the others were, the other's had of a circle of friendships (which he was not a part of), and nothing of a modernist masterpiece came out of his work during that time. So why was he included?

But anyway, the biographer does penetrate the time very well, including all the letters going back and forth, discussions about writing and figuring out how to be modern.

DigitalNew Directions in Digital Poetry, C.T. Funkhouser

This is one of those books I've been trying to find for a while. Copies are usually too expensive, which happens with certain books that are used as textbooks. For some reason the world thinks it's okay to extort shameful fees from poor students.

Anyway, this 2012 book is pure textbook stuff. Not for the disinterested. Most of the online pieces I tried to look up were already unavailable, with screenshots at best (example, Angela Ferraiolos pieces and works by Mary-Anne Breeze). So the book is basically descriptions of cool digital pieces (mostly in Flash) that you have to imagine in your head. 

I was able to access the digital poem "Vniverse" by Stephanie Strickland (now an app form) and that was enjoyable. Jim Andrews has a piece dbCinema that is still online.  

If you have Flash enabled, you could view interesting things by Deena Larsen, Serge Bouchardon and Jason Nelson

I love the possibilities for digital poems, but it still seems that many talented writers are fiercely disinterested in exploring digital media. And likewise, the writers who do explore these terrains are often programmers first. As Funkhouser admits,

"…many digital poets do not aspire to reify lofty historical norms. Instead they employ different sorts of patterns, wherein programmatic randomness and machine cognition combine to synthesize network/media resources into a digital event almost guaranteed to contain turbulence. Readers may intuitively acclimatize to fragmentation and the absence of conventional syntax, traits not foreign to modernist and experimental poetry in the last century."

I have plenty of thoughts about this and the values experimental programmers bring to poems versus the value that writers would pursue. More on that later. But for now, it's just interesting to note that poets are willing to do experiments on paper that they're shy of doing in other media for some probably techno-phobic reason. And although I sympathize with that (as a lover of books and the machine of books), it's shortsighted and willfully missing out on understanding the possibilities of different platforms and media. And it misses, by a mile, the issues of our times, particularly similar interests in the realms of abstraction and the role of authorship in web reading and how "the signal to noise ration…is often fraught with diversion and dead ends." Better writers could explore digital opportunities, "orchestrating a textual experience that undermines its facade."

Most digital poets and experimental traditional poets have the same end goal: they want their pieces to "cause thinking" or "incite thought." And digital lit isn't always a criticism of traditional modes, although sometimes it is.

NemerovNew & Selected Essays, Howard Nemerov

I really enjoyed one of Howard Nemerov's essays in the compilation Poetics, Essays on the Art of Poetry and so I bought his collected essays from 1985. Nemerov is the sister of famous photographer Diane Arbus (who claimed they had a sexual relationship as teens), and was a distinguished professor of English at Washington University in St. Louis from 1969 to 1991. This book would have come out when I was 15. The likelihood of my attending Wash U was slim. It was St. Louis' ivy league. But to think I could have studied with him if I had been more aware of my surroundings…

Anyway, this book is dated in many ways (one essay is on the horrors of in-vitro) and there is an extremely unilluminating love-fest of essays between Nemerov and poet Kenneth Burke. But there are some great things in here:

– A great fictional conversation between an advertising copywriter and a poet.
– Good comments throughout (and one full essay) on Wallace Stevens.
– Big topic areas like middle-aged poets used to write about in the 80s: the arts vs. religion and another essay on how poems operate like jokes (you know I love that stuff!).
– A comparison between human imagination in Blake and Wordsworth. 
– He also tackles essays on metaphor, figures of thought and making meaning.
– There are also essays on newsworthy topics of the day, speeches, commentary on fiction, meter in poetry, and essays on Dante, Rilke and Randall Jarrell.

Some good quotes:

"The great babble of the world goes incessantly on as people translate, encipher, decipher, as one set of words is transformed more or less systematically into another set of words–where upon someone says, 'O, now I understand….'"

"To view the poet as a magician is fair, if we remember that magicians do not really solve the hero's problems, but only help him to confront these…"

"A joke expresses tension, which it releases in laughter; it is a sort of permissible rebellion against things as they are–permissible, perhaps, because this rebellion is at the same time stoically resigned, it acknowledges that things are as they are, and that they will, after the moment of laughter, continue to be that way. That is why jokes concentrate on the most  sensitive areas of human concern: sex, death, religion, and the most powerful institutions of society; and poems do the same.

"…as Mr. [William] Empson said (in a poem), 'The safety valve alone knows the worst truth about the engine.'" [There's a whole magazine predicated on this very quote!]

"…In general, to succeed at joking or at poetry, you have to be serious; the least hint that you think you are being funny will cancel the effect, and there is probably no lower human enterprise than 'humorous writing.'" [Thank you.] 

And in reference to the book above, this quote seems apropos here:

"A.M. Turing [the godfather of digital lit, by the way] once said that the question 'Can machines think?' was too meaningless to deserve discussion, and suggested that the proper short answer was 'Can people?'"

"…the posture of the literary mind seems these days to be dry, angry, smart, jeering, cynical;  as though once people had discovered the sneaky joys of irreverence they were quite unable to stop" and he warns that "the intelligent and crafty young at last, as Ulysses says, eat up themselves."

Baker DavisTwo novels about people writing: The Anthologist/Traveling Sprinkler (Nicholson Baker, 2009) and The End of the Story (Lydia Davis, 1995)

These books are so similar in a way I feel I need to compare them. In the Baker story, the main character is a man, a poet and musician going through a breakup and unable to finish the introduction to an anthology of metered poetry. In fact, the whole piece is pretty much about his avoidance of writing or his struggling to learn a new instrument. He's not very likeable and he thinks a lot about poetry and music (there's some great meditations on the history of poetry here converging back to music) and discussion on the history and meaning of many poets and poems. And although the character is a bit of a mansplainer, that annoyingness is part of the point. He knows so much he can't move. He can only ruminate. It's enjoyable but I had to take it in little bursts because he does drone on and the novel melds into a kind of free-form essay on poetry and music. Luckily the chapters are short. The book resolves but somewhat unsatisfactorily. It just kind of runs out of steam. And although the novel is a nice enough way to spend some time, I haven't recommended it to anybody. But I'm keeping it, so that says something.

The main character in Davis' book is an academic woman, a translator of French, and a novelist who is struggling to write the very novel you have in your hands. Although you never fully believe the story is a fiction and she ruminates herself about the borders between the forms. Like the character above, this story involves a very painful breakup told in excruciatingly but amazingly exacting psychological detail. Think Proust in "Swann's Way." Davis is interesting in that she's a Proust scholar (she's re-translated his first book, to date) but she writes with a very limited vocabulary. Not quite like Hemingway but closer to that than to Proust. Her topics get a lot of coverage but not in a vocabulary-rich, long-sentence way. Which is perfectly fine. That entirely serves the character, who is even less likable than Baker's main guy. Our character here has hit rock bottom in the relationship arena and so there's no 'splaining at all, just wading through the all-too familiar confusion of a sudden collapse of a love affair. There are no chapters here…it's just one long mess with section breaks; but thankfully it's a short book. There are great passages about novel writing and character construction and although the story doesn't resolve, the end seems pretty perfect. It was heartbreaking and I've been recommending it to everyone I talk to.

PlainwaterPlainwater (Anne Carson, 1995)

Carson's covers are so demure. I'm including this because there's not an Anne Carson book I've read that doesn't inspire me to try one of the same epic forms she invents from piece to piece. I can't not think about writing when I read her books. They never disappoint even though often they're often above my head.

This books seems like her most personal. She calls the pieces essays and poetry but it's hard to tell what's what. The cornerstone piece, "The Anthropology of Water" is about modern pilgrimages and amazingly threaded together with great commentary on love and traveling. The love poem, "Canicula di Anna" is also another good piece of brain food I'm still deciphering.

Her books have real re-readability for me because even the fragments I can manage to understand are plenty thought-provoking.

I also just finished her chapbook, The Albertine Workout, which considers Prout's character Albertine from many angles.

Books to Read: Confessional to Experimental

Even though my life was out of control last year, I did manage to keep reading…to keep sane! These books below were worth talking about.


WhoreadsWho Reads Poetry, 50 Views from Poetry Magazine

This slim book is an anthology of essays from Poetry magazine, non-poets who read poetry and what they get out of it, from scientists to doctors to war correspondents. It was a bit dry but interesting to me. I like that Poetry magazine is searching for relevance outside of poetry writers. I'm not sure what was missing for me, but something was. I'll keep thinking about it. The essays are filled with great thoughts though, lots of quotable material. A few examples:

American Philosopher Richard Rorty talks about poetry as friendship, “I now wish I had spent somewhat more of my life with verse. This is not because I fear having missed out on truths that are incapable of statement in prose…rather, it is because I would have lived more fully if I had been able to rattle off more old chestnuts–just as I would have if I had made more close friends.”

Tex expert Xeni Jardin talks about poetry like a machine, “Poetry is, you might say, the command-line prompt of the human operating system, a stream of characters that calls forth action, that elicits response.”

PBS NewsHour correspondent Jeffrey Brown quotes Haitian poet Frankétienne with a very pragmatic view, “Words cannot save the world” and Brown continues, “Look around you, see the destruction, the stupidity, the despair, and you have to believe he’s right. And yet an account must be given.”

ResiduumResiduum by Martin Rock was finally a poetry experiment worth reading. These are cross out experiments that read like real time edits. Poems go in multiple directions at once. Some edits are around truth or specificity or political correctness or just the political. My first fear was this is gonna suck. It did not suck. The branches were illuminating. There are not so many poems in the book that it feels overwhelming. Also, each poem is framed by a black and white photo of a machine circuit and a body circuit which plays on the idea of circuits in thinking and the writing process.

There are probably many strategies for reading these, but I approached it by reading the crossed out words first and then backing up and reading the rewrite. It can be read like conscious corrections of the unconscious. They’re impossible to quote, but here are some examples (click to enlarge):

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TwinTwin Cities by Carol Muske-Dukes

Taking about Residuum to a friend, we also discussed how tired we were of  reading generic confessionals from the 80s, the cryptic one and a half pagers we all used to write (and I still do!). The form is dead and old, we decided. We were hungry for experiments done well.

When I picked up this book I thought it would be more of that. And there are poems like that, Muske-Dukes process the death of her husband and a childhood in the Twin Cities of Minnesota. But there were some great things in here too, like “Condolence Note: Los Angeles about sending condolences in the modern era, “River Road,” a compact thing of grief, “Heroine” a poem essay about Jane Eyre and Rochester and the problems of this couple:

"Except for the matter of the thread, the breath-colored
Filament linking two hearts with pretty much nothing
In common. The thread pulses like a Bronte umbilical,
Which it is.."

There’s also a great poem about hate mail, called…"Hate Mail.”  And the best poem was almost a kind of response about the limits of confessional poems, a poem called “Parrot” which ends:

I think I know, the Parrot protests. I honestly think
I know, but I am so tired of squawking the same
Profound shimmering insights–& nobody listening!

So the old style does not lose value with the new.


PoeticsEarly last year while visiting Truth or Consequences, New Mexico, for a hot springs soak at Fire Water Lodge (they accept pets), I found this used book,
Poetics, Essays on the Art of Poetry, edited by paul Mariani and George Murphy. It’s filled with the essays of poets extolled in my undergrad and graduate classes and is filled with the au courant thinking about poetry circa the late 70s and early 80s.

Jonathan Holden talks about “where we are now” with modernism and postmodernism: “…the revolution has left the poet in America a bureaucratic specialist isolated in a university as in a laboratory, conducting endless experiments with poetic form, and in an adversary relation to general culture.”

Paul Breslin talks about how to read a contemporary poem: “It has a stock rhetoric of portentousness, and all too often its mysteries are only the trivial mystification of cant and code.”

Charles Simic talks about negative culpability, uncertainties and the positions you take as a poet: “One can say with some confidence that the poet writing today can no longer be bound to any one standpoint, that he no longer has the option of being a surrealist or an imagist fifty years after and to the exclusion of everything else that has been understood since.”

Brendan Galvin writes about compassion and writing “close to the bone” that becomes self indulgence: “…real frisson doesn’t come from hyperbole, but from understatement.”

Galway Kinnell writes about self absorption and the school of self dissection: “The poetry of this century is marked by extreme self-absorption. So we have been a “school” of self-dissection, the so-called confessional poets, who sometimes strike me as being interested in their own experience to the exclusion of everyone else’s.”

Tess Gallagher writes about poetry as a reservoir for grief and the communication of poems to their audiences: “Poems, through ambiguity and the enrichments of images and metaphor, invite our returns.”

Sandra Gilbert talks about the poems of self-definition and modern views about female confession and the madwoman trope: “Men tell her that she is a muse. Yet she knows that she is not a muse…men tell her she is the angel in the house, yet she doesn’t feel angelic, and wonders, therefore, if she is a devil, a witch….Men tell her that she is Molly Bloom, Mother Earth, Istar, a fertility goddess…They tell her….that she should not mean but be.”

Alicia Ostriker talks about the female divided self and covers poets from Anne Bradstreet to Lucille Clifton in four categories: authenticity, anatomy, sexual politics, and love poetry: “Raised up to be narcissists, which is a game every woman ultimately loses, we must laugh that we many not weep.”

Howard Nemerov talks about image and metaphor (loved this so much I bought his book of essays): “I will add that one can love a poet without being either cajoled or bulldozed into believing his theories.“

Robert Hass talks about rhythm and prosody: “Free-verse poems do not commit themselves so soon to a particular order, but they are poems so they commit themselves to the idea of its possibility, and, as soon as recurrences begin to develop, an order begins to emerge.” and “Two is an exchange, three is a circle of energy, Lewis Hyde has said, talking about economics.”

Stanley Plumly talks about silences: “That remarkable tension between how and why, the lyric and the dramatic, between lingering and needing to go on, between the horizontal rhythm of the line and the vertical rhythm of the story, with the balance always favoring the movement down, is what gives free verse its authority."

Stephen Dobyns talks about metaphor and memory: “…it is the ability of metaphor to elicit large non-verbal perceptions that is one of the great strengths of poetry and what can make a poem immediately convincing.”

William Matthews writes about poetry as knowledge: “A writer who speaks of having something to say is almost always doomed by that obligation to bad writing, unless he or she is willing to append: ‘but I don’t yet know what it is.’”

William Stafford writes about diction: “Where words come into consciousness, baffles me.”

Michael Ryan talks about primordial images: “I think if there is anything in us that is purely preliterate and unconscious, it is rhythm. We are subject to its influences incessantly, and our lives depend on it”

Lisel Muller talks about germanic and romance words (my copy is missing the final pages of this essay but I really enjoyed it): “The tradition of French poetry, Bonnefoy says, is abstract; it deals with essences. French poets want generic words, unlike English ones, who want the specific.”

Robert Pack talks about silences, Caesuras, and ellipses.

Denise Levertov writes about the function of the line: “The fact is, they are confused about what the line is at all, and consequently some of our best and most influential poets have increasingly turned to the prose paragraph for what I feel are the wrong reasons–less from a sense of the peculiar virtues of the prose poem than from a despair of making sense of the line.”

Marvin Bell writes about re-reading and learning about rhetoric: “…the great achievements of American poetry have been essentially rhetorical, those of rhetoric rather than of image and metaphor, or of imagination, structure and vision” and “…the poem is primarily a set of rhetorical maneuvers.”

2018 Book Reviews

I haven’t been blogging but I have been reading. Here's a roll-up of some of the books of poetry I've read this year.

Southwestern Poets

Looking Back to Place

This is a very small run of an anthology of New Mexico poets, published by the Harwood Arts Center in Albuquerque. I couldn't even find a photo of the book jacket online. Lame. The back cover talks about people’s relationship to place and how place is sacred, etc. But it wasn’t a very satisfying look at the place that is New Mexico. There were few good NM poems but the scope was not limited to this state. Jill Battson had two good poems: “Lightning” and “As Seen from New Mexico” and Maresa Irene Thompson’s “What Water Means to Desert People” was great. I probably has higher expectations since the project was such a locally produced one.


HcpHigh Plains Poems

I found the complete opposite result with Inez Hunt’s High Country Poems. Obviously self-published but I managed to find that cover online! This is a book I found in Las Vegas, New Mexico, at the very fine local bookstore there, Tome on the Range. Yes, the book looks awfully self-published and by that I mean bad graphics, bad layout, bad titles and really distracting backgrounds. The book practically reeks of bad design ideas. Did I mention the complete font overdo on every poem? But guess what? Looks are deceiving.  Yes, the poems are classic, stereotypical western poems. But the writing was so much better than your average cowboy poet. I now wildly speculate that Inez Hunt was simply out of print and some friend or family member put together this anthology of her best poems out of kindness and respect. I’m not 100% on this theory but she apparently did leave poems to her daughter and now here we are with this great thing.

Excerpts from "Ghost Town House"

…storms strike hard
To shake the chinking loose
And cold settles in a down-draft
Through a sodden flue.
Glass shatters or is stolen,
Leaving hungry holes.

The floors break through
Where memory grows too heavy for the joist.
The rats gnaw tediously along with Time
In little bites.

RiverWith the River on Our Faces

On a recent trip to Arizona, I picked up With the River on Our Faces by Emmy Perez at the University bookstore in Tuscon. Perez’s poems of place depict Southern Texas and El Paso. Perez also writes Rio Grande poems and poems about border politics.  “The History of Silence” was the best poem inside and I wished I could find the long poem transcribed online so I could include it in my Poems for Dictators list. Her poems are meandering like rivers and occasionally remote. Some of her gaps are too mystifying and obscure, but there’s a 2016 poem that mentions Trump’s wall.  

 

MoraAqua Santa, Holy Water

Pat Mora books always feels like a good poetry deal to me. This book covers all forms of water topics: the sea, rivers, rain, birth and general wetness. It’s about women and water, about danger, slyness, erotica, Frida Kahlo. The poems have some great titles, like “Coatlicue’s Rules: Advice from an Aztec Goddess” and “Malinche’s Tips.” This poem invokes the landscape of the southwest that I feel and smell everyday. Mora also gets political about borders in poems like “La Migra” ("Let’s play La Migra /I’ll be the Boarder Patrol.”)

The amazing poem “Let Us Hold Hands” is often posted online as a healing or political poem performed in a convocation.  

  

BuzzingBuzzing Hemispheres

I also picked up the book Buzzing Hemisphere by Urayoan Noel in Tuscon under the faculty authors section. This is an amazingly experimental book about translation. Poems are in Spanish and English but never strictly translated. Noel takes liberties with his own poems! The book is also about borders between hemispheres, politically speaking, and the hemispheres of the brain. Noel uses language experiments with word play, spacing, bolding, layout, numerics, letter casing, and experiments in word choice for his translations. For instance, in English the word might be “musicians” but in Spanish the word is “mercenario.” So translations become inter-textural! And some of these experiments are no small feat (pun intended). There’s a form he calls a Sunnet in there, a syllabic staircase sonnet that manages a mono-rhyme poem with the correct syllabics in both Spanish and English. There are also poems that use Google Translate, anagrams created with anagram apps (one called United States shaped into a concrete poem), poems translated from spoken word. English and Spanish are shuffled around.

For anyone interested in the art of translation, this is a great book for you.

  

Poets and Poetry

RulesThis year I also read Mary Oliver’s primer on formal poems, Rules for the Dance. This is a good textbook for writing in meter and forms with plenty of sample poems at the end.

Recently, my parents moved from Lancaster County in Pennsylvania (where they retired) to Cleveland, Ohio, where my brother lives. I spent two weeks in late 2016 helping them comb through 30 years of stuff and stage it for removal to local charities or trash. My mom and I have never particularly shared the same interests in books. She likes historical fiction and I like experimental fiction (as a kid I liked scary fiction!). But anyway, in her stack of books to give away she had a book called Poe & Fanny, a novel by John May, an historical novel about a literary figure, Edgar Allan Poe, about a particular time in his life. So as historical fiction, the story is highly speculative but it portrays a very historically detailed account of Edgar Allan Poe’s time in New York City.

PoeIt takes place right at the time his most famous poem, “The Raven,” had been published. Poe was living with his wife and mother-in-law (who were also his cousin and Aunt) and explores an affair he was having with one of his admirers, up-and-coming poet Fanny Osgood. The novel doesn’t really prove an affair happened but offers an interesting possibility.

Chapters switch points of view between Poe, Fanny, his mother in law and his editor friend Willis.

 The books reads like a historical fiction but there are interesting parts of academic considerations, like on page 25 where you learn in detail about the feud between Poe and Longfellow, which apparently was more of a paid editorial intended to drum up subscriptions for the offending paper. Author John May considers what Poe might have really thought of Longfellow as a writer, his meter, awkwardness and poetic ambition.

Pages 39 and 52 talk about “The Raven” specifically, it’s reception and explication. Fanny meditates on the poem’s sorrow, finds it emotionally compelling, and appreciates its vitality and gravitational pull. She insists the meter is a reflection of the heartbeat. Poe’s friend Willis later considers the poem's use of the name Lenore as a rhymed code word for Poe’s wife Sissy. Willis explores connotations and word derivations in the poem and about Poe’s wife’s impending death of tuberculosis.

 Page 64 depicts Poe’s famous recitations of the poem and his affinity with women.

The end of the book includes real poems from Poe and Fanny both referenced in the novel and poems that might reveal evidence of an affair.

Politics

RevmemThe violence and violent rhetoric in America has been very depressing this year. So it was comforting to read the book Revolutionary Memory, Recovering the Poetry of the American Left by Cary Nelson. I learned about this book from a MOOC I took last year on Modernism from the University of Illinois. Nelson hasn’t published an anthology of labor poems yet (and most of these poets are out of print) but this book serves as a veritable introduction to leftist poetry and how it was suppressed out of public consciousness in the 1950s.

Many of the new MOOCs on Modernism are starting to explore more marginalized poets as a refreshing alternative from the academic canon. This includes poets of color writing at the time, not just the Harlem Renaissance but writers who are Asian and American Indian. Nelson also explores the political writers who were all persecuted during the McCarthy Red Scare era which hit hard both Hollywood and academia. Turns out, McCarthyism is still hitting academia hard because these poets are never taught as part of the Modernist era, although they were published in the 30s, 40s and 50s. Langston Hughes is the exception that proves the rule. He is taught widely as part of the Modern Harlem Renaissance but his most most political poems are always excluded.

Nelson reintroduces many poems written about and during the early 20th century labor movement, poems about the Spanish Civil War, and poems about political speech, all which have been essentially erased from our social memory but also from the history of American poetry.

This is a fascinating look at a whole lost genre of poetry, which oddly wasn’t even recovered and repurposed during the civil rights struggles of the 1960s.

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