Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Carol Frith: "Figures on the Street"

The VPR Poem of the Week is Carol Frith’s “Figures on the Street,” which appeared in the Spring/Summer 2004 issue (Volume V, Number 2) of Valparaiso Poetry Review.

Carol Frith co-edits the poetry journal Ekphrasis. Her chapbook, Moving Like a Blue Flame, was the winner of the 2001 Medicinal Purposes chapbook competition. Never Enough Zeros was co-winner of the 2001 Palanquin Press chapbook competition. Another chapbook, In and Out of Light, was published by Bacchae Press in 2002. Her poetry has appeared in numerous literary journals, including Borderlands: Texas Poetry Review, California Quarterly, Clackamas Literary Review, Cumberland Review, Cutbank, The Formalist, Midwest Quarterly, New Laurel Review, River Oak Review, Seattle Review, Smartish Pace, Sundog: the Southeast Review, and Umbrella.

Tuesday of each week “One Poet’s Notes” highlights an exceptional work by a poet selected from the archives of Valparaiso Poetry Review with the recommendation that readers revisit it. Please check the sidebar to view the list of poets and works that have been past “Poem of the Week” selections. Additionally, readers are reminded that VPR pages are best read with the browser font preference in which they were set, 12 pt. Times New Roman, in order to guarantee the stanza alignment and the breaks of longer lines are preserved.

Saturday, May 17, 2008

Summer Reading Poetry List: VPR


Like the figure above in Pablo Picasso’s Young Girl Reading a Book on the Beach, many soon will be dipping into their summer reading. Therefore, as the spring semester of classes has now concluded and graduation ceremonies are held this weekend, I thought this might be a good time to remind everyone each issue of Valparaiso Poetry Review contains a “Recent and Recommended Books” page for suggestions of poetry collections and books containing prose about poets or poetics.

Below readers will find those books that were listed with the current Spring/Summer 2008 issue (Volume IX, Number 2). Perhaps some of them will provide apt suggestions for summer reading.

GILBERT ALLEN:
Body Parts, Stepping Stones Press
MAUREEN ALSOP:
Apparition Wren, Main Street Rag
NIN ANDREWS:
Sleeping with Houdini, BOA Editions
SIMON ARMITRAGE (Tr.):
Sir Gawain and the Green Knight, W.W. Norton
CYNTHIA ATKINS:
Psyche's Weathers, CustomWords
CHRISTOPHER BAKKEN:
Goat Funeral, Sheep Meadow Press
ANGELA BALL:
Night Clerk at the Hotel of Both Worlds, University of Pittsburgh Press
MARY JO BANG:
Elegy, Graywolf Press
SANDRA BEASLEY:
Theories of Falling, New Issues Press
JAN BEATTY:
Red Sugar, University of Pittsburgh Press
MICHELLE BITTING:
Blue Laws, Finishing Line Press
EAVAN BOLAND:
New Collected Poems, W.W. Norton
BRUCE BOND:
The Anteroom of Paradise, Silverfish Review Press
MARIANNE BORUCH:
Grace, Fallen from, Wesleyan University Press
BREYTEN BREYTENBACH:
Windcatcher: New and Selected Poems 1964-2006, Harcourt
KIM BRIDGFORD:
In the Extreme: Sonnets about World Records, Contemporary Poetry Review Press
HELÉNE CARDONA:
The Astonished Universe, Red Hen Press
TINA CHANG, NATALIE HANDAL, & RAVI SHANHAR (Eds.):
Language for a New Century: Contemporary Poetry from the Middle East, Asia, and Beyond, W.W. Norton
ROB COOK:
Songs for the Extinction of Winter, Rain Mountain Press
LEIGH ANNE COUCH:
Houses Fly Away, Zone 3 Press
JIM DANIELS:
In Line for the Exterminator, Wayne State University Press
KWAME DAWES:
Gomer's Song, Black Goat Press
ROBERT D. DENHAM:
Charles Wright: A Companion to the Late Poetry, 1988-2007, McFarland
PERCIVAL EVERETT:
The Water Cure, Graywolf Press
BETH ANN FENNELLY:
Unmentionables, W.W. Norton
EDWARD FIELD:
After the Fall: Poems Old and New, University of Pittsburgh Press
J.M. FITZGERALD:
Telling Time by the Shadows, Turning Point Books
JEFF FRIEDMAN:
Black Threads, Carnegie Mellon University Press
LAVERNE FRITH:
Drinking the Night, Finishing Line Press
DAVID GALEF:
Flaws, David Robert Books
BRENDAN GALVIN:
Ocean Effects, LSU Press
REGINALD GIBBONS:
Creatures of a Day, LSU Press
ERIC GREINKE:
Wild Strawberries, Presa Press
H. PALMER HALL:
Coming to Terms, Plain View Press
KATHLEEN HALME:
Drift & Pulse, Carnegie Mellon University Press
MAUREEN HARDY:
The Headless Saints, New Issues Press
PENNY HARTER:
The Night Marsh, WordTech Editions
VICKI HEARNE:
Tricks of the Light, University of Chicago Press
EDWARD HIRSCH & EAVAN BOLAND, Eds:
The Making of a Sonnet, W.W. Norton
EMMA HOWELL:
Slim Night of Recognition, Eastern Washington University Press
MARK JARMAN:
Epistles, Sarabande Books
FADY JOUDAH:
The Earth in the Attic, Yale University Press
LAURA KASISCHKE:
Lilies Without, Ausable Press
ADAM KIRSCH:
The Modern Element: Essays on Contemporary Poetry, W.W. Norton
ANDREW KOZMA:
City of Regret, Zone 3 Press
NANCY KRYGOWSKI:
Velocity, University of Pittsburgh Press
MAXINE KUMIN:
Still to Mow, W.W. Norton
NICK LAIRD:
To a Fault, W.W. Norton
LAURIE CLEMENTS LAMBETH:
Veil and Burn, University of Illinois Press
DORIANNE LAUX:
Superman: The Chapbook, Red Dragonfly Press
DANIEL E. LEVENSON:
Are These My Lions?, Literary Comments Press
JEFFREY MCDANIEL:
The Endarkenment, University of Pittsburgh Press
CLAY MATTHEWS:
Superfecta, Ghost Road Press
COLLEEN J. MCELROY:
Sleeping with the Moon, University of Illinois Press
JOANNE MCFARLAND:
Fossil Fuel, Gold Leaf Books
SANDRA MCPHERSON:
Expectation Days, University of Illinois Press
HONOR MOORE:
The Bishop's Daughter: A Memoir, W.W. Norton
HELENE PILIBOSIAN:
History's Twists: The Armenians, Ohan Press
JON PINEDA:
The Translator's Diary, New Issues Press
STANLEY PLUMLY:
Old Heart, W.W. Norton
STANLEY PLUMLY:
Posthumous Keats, W.W. Norton
LAURA VAN PROOYEN:
Inkblot and Altar, Pecan Grove Press
JAYNE PUPEK:
Forms of Intercession, Mayapple Press
PHILIP RAMP:
Keen, Shoestring Press
GREG RAPPLEYE:
Figured Dark, University of Arkansas Press
ELISAVIETTA RITCHIE:
Awaiting Permission to Land, Cherry Grove Press
ELISAVIETTA RITCHIE:
Real Toads, Black Buzzard Press
KATRINA ROBERTS:
Friendly Fire, Lost Horse Press
LEN ROBERTS:
The Disappearing Trick, University of Illinois Press
FRANCISCO SANTOS (Tr. & Ed. BRIAN CAMPBELL):
Undressing the Night: Selected Poems, Editorial Lunes
PHILIP SCHULTZ:
Failure, Harcourt
DAVID SCHUMATE:
The Floating Bridge: Prose Poems, University of Pittsburgh Press
JAN EPTON SEALE:
The Wonder Is: New and Selected Poems 1974-2004, Panther Creek Press
MARTHA SERPAS:
The Dirty Side of the Storm, W.W. Norton
ELAINE SEXTON:
Causeway, New Issues Press
OMAR SHAPLI:
Them, Twenty Three Books
LEO SHELTON:
Rhythms: Poetry and Muse, Tucson Press
DOUGLAS P. SMITH:
The Window at the Top of the Door, Outskirts Press
R.T. SMITH:
Outlaw Style, University of Arkansas Press
YOUNG SMITH:
In a City You Will Never Visit, California Institute of Arts & Letters
CATHY SONG:
Cloud Moving Hands, University of Pittsburgh Press
AFAA MICHAEL WEAVER:
The Plum Flower Dance: Poems 1985-2005, University of Pittsburgh Press
LISA WILLIAMS:
Woman Reading to the Sea, W.W. Norton
CHARLES WRIGHT:
Littlefoot, Farrar, Straus and Giroux
DEAN YOUNG:
Primitive Mentor, University of Pittsburgh Press


[Readers also are invited to visit the archived lists of Recent and Recommended Books from past issues of Valparaiso Poetry Review.]


Publishers or authors are encouraged to send review copies of new poetry collections or volumes on poetics to the address below:

Valparaiso Poetry Review
Edward Byrne, Editor
Department of English
Valparaiso University
Valparaiso, IN 46383

Valparaiso Poetry Review also welcomes for consideration submissions of reviews or essays of critical analysis concerning any of the listed books. Those interested in submitting reviews should examine the VPR submission guidelines page.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

Jasper Johns: Painting, Poetry, and a Sense of Life

This week’s news about the death of Robert Rauschenberg, so closely associated personally and professionally with Jasper Johns, and my noting that today is Johns’s birthday (born May 15, 1930), brought to mind some miscellaneous memories and assorted thoughts about art and poetry.

I frequently have written about my interest in art, particularly in its relationship to literature. In a number of essays I have commented on the connections between painting and poetry, how even Ernest Hemingway once remarked that at times a writer could obtain information about perception and scenery by observing an oil on canvas in ways one might not gain when reading another author’s prose: “I learn as much from painters how to write as from writers.” In addition, I have enthusiastically reviewed collections of ekphrastic poetry and individual pieces in poetry volumes that have been inspired by visual artworks. Moreover, I always recommend my creative writing students investigate in their journals or poems those experiences they have when visiting an art museum or local gallery. My own ekphrastic poems have served as enjoyable opportunities to describe and explore subject matter by borrowing images and imagined perspectives adopted from artists as personae.

My curiosity about art, especially modern and contemporary works, and its relationship to writing or writers initiated when I was still a creative writing student in classes taught by two poets, Mark Strand and John Ashbery, whose varied views on an integration of art with poetry or prose influenced and encouraged me. Elsewhere, I have chronicled John Ashbery’s well-known reputation as a critic and commentator on art, whether when working as a journalist in Paris for the Herald Tribune or as an editor at Art News in New York. In addition, Ashbery’s most famous poem continues to be his meditation involving the artist Parmigianino in the title work from Self-Portrait in a Convex Mirror, that award-winning collection released at a time when I was a student in Ashbery’s class. Likewise, I also have reported on Mark Strand’s beginnings as an art student, his enrollment at Yale to study with Josef Albers and earn a BFA, and the evidence of his continuing interest in art, whether as one who has produced artwork (as for his book covers) or who has published engaging essays and books about favorite artists, such as Edward Hopper and William Bailey.

Although I had always lived in New York City and visited the various art museums often, even as a young boy from Flatbush who would slip away from Prospect Park and walk through the Brooklyn Museum on rainy days, my true introduction to compelling contemporary art occurred when I attended the extensive “Jasper Johns Retrospective” at the Whitney Museum in the end of 1977. I recall especially being taken by the way familiar icons and certain other objects were rendered across a canvas and assembled within a collage or constructed as a sculpture. As others had done, Johns appeared to be depicting everyday images—such as bull’s-eye targets or American flags—in a context that forced observers to regard them in a fresh manner; however, his ability to present physical items in an abstract fashion seemed to me an admirable adventure in perception, especially when the work focused upon individual symbols extracted from any context, like letters of the alphabet or numbers. Those were forms I normally identified with printed material and considered abstractions in themselves, figures that only conveyed messages about the concrete world around us when linked with additional letters and numbers.

At the same time, I realized that by often placing his figures on a flat and solid field in different tints or even bleached of color, as he would do with the flag, Jasper Johns was stripping away many of the characteristics commonly associated with these representations, encouraging exhibition visitors to imagine inventive and innovative contexts or to reconsider traditional connotations the symbols sometimes carried for viewers. Similarly, when numbers or letters were isolated from a narrative context, they became more pliable in such a presentation, and interpretations of their significance could vary for each individual, adding intriguing layers of ambiguity or multiple possibilities of understanding.

The novelty of using widely known and seemingly simple images to invite imaginative interpretation or to communicate with unexpected complexity appealed to my idea of what I like about certain works of literature, especially poetry. On that early winter afternoon in 1977 as I strolled though the rooms of the Whitney Museum, the notion that art and poetry were uniquely related became more convincing. Those odd and almost unassuming paintings of Jasper Johns with their modest subjects set in a nearly self-effacing display persuaded me of the sometimes intertwined nature of the tangible and the abstract, the physical and the intellectual. I concluded the same could be said for the more powerful lyric poems I had read: mere images portrayed by linear black markings on a page related both a physical narrative and an allusion to the abstract; clearly comprehensible descriptions of concrete scenes evoked more complicated concepts for readers to consider.

Certainly, such concerns about the relationship between representation and abstraction or the ability of imagery to evoke emotion were not new, nor had they been left uninvestigated by me in my previous studies of literature. Nevertheless, like a key piece of impressive evidence revealed in a court case along with an extensive narrative and methodical summary to cement a jury’s verdict, the imagery in that Jasper Johns exhibit was convincing. At that moment, the depictions of targets, flags, and other objects were persuasive, and surprisingly they sealed the deal for me about how poetic language equally can create images filled with ambiguity and allusion that are just as suggestive for readers.

Of course, I also was aware of the existing links between Jasper Johns and literary figures like Frank O’Hara and John Ashbery. The social circles for artists and writers overlapped significantly in New York City, and Frank O’Hara’s position as both poet and art critic, as well as serving as an assistant curator at the Museum of Modern Art, provided a bridge between the two. In fact, O’Hara had been a good friend of Ashbery when they were both students at Harvard, and the two became central figures in the New York School of poetry.

Additionally, as David Lehman indicates in his fine account of the era, The Last Avant-Garde: The Making of the New York School of Poets, O’Hara, Ashbery, and the other poets in their group seemed more in tune with Jasper Johns: “In place of the high seriousness that engulfed the Abstract Expressionists, they opted for aesthetic pleasure. They were ironists, not ecclesiasts. They favored wit, humor, and the advanced irony of the blague (that is, the insolent jest or prank) in ways more suggestive of Jasper Johns and Robert Rauschenberg than of the New York School painters after whom they were named.” Similarly, in the introduction to her 1997 edition of Frank O’Hara: Poet among Painters, Marjorie Perloff has concluded: “O’Hara's aesthetic is closer to the conceptualism of the John Cage-Merce Cunningham-Jasper Johns-Robert Rauschenberg circle of the fifties and sixties (a circle of gay, if notably closeted and discreet, artists) than to the openly emotive and expressive gestures of Action Painting or Black Mountain or Beat aesthetic.”

Indeed, in a review of a Jasper Johns exhibit that John Ashbery wrote for The New Republic in 1968, “Working Toward the New,” the poet contributed complimentary comments, and the words seemed to hint at a kinship between the two. Ashbery described Johns’s pieces as works that attract attention, but also cause quizzical responses: “One may puzzle over his pictures, but one does not escape them.”

Furthermore, when David Bergman wrote an introduction to Reported Sightings: Art Chronicles 1957-1987, John Ashbery’s collection of reviews and essays about art, he offered an opinion that Ashbery may have identified with the approach Johns took toward his work and any acceptance by audiences. Both take “delight in throwing off their admirers.” Bergman continued: “Ashbery is at pains to show how one can admire Johns without claiming to have assimilated him, that appreciation need not be consumption. But Johns and Ashbery are linked in another way. Ashbery asserts that he is ‘one of the few people’ who have ‘shared . . . enthusiasm’ for Johns’s latest work. The critic like the artist must go it alone, following a private aesthetic journey.”

Frank O’Hara met Jasper Johns in 1957, and he dedicated a handful of his poems to Johns. When O’Hara was first asked about Jasper Johns’s paintings, he recommended to the director of the Museum of Modern Art that some of the works be purchased for their collection. In an interview with John Yau, Johns has indicated that he initially became interested in poetry in 1949 when he heard a radio recording of an Edith Sitwell reading, and his interest apparently grew when he encountered other poets in readings, including Frank O’Hara.

In New York during the 1950s and 1960s, poets and painters usually provided each other with an enthusiastic and encouraging audience. Jasper Johns produced various artworks referencing O’Hara and his poetry, including Skin with O’Hara Poem, 1963-65. One of the most direct connections between Johns and O’Hara can be witnessed in the above painting, In Memory of My Feelings—Frank O’Hara (1961), which is titled after an O’Hara poem. In 1967 Jasper Johns, along with a number of other artists who knew Frank O’Hara, contributed a similar illustration to the Museum of Modern Art’s book, also titled In Memory of My Feelings, that honored O’Hara after his untimely death, caused by an accident the previous year, and was edited by Bill Berkson.

Aa I was writing the reminiscences included here, I remembered how Frank O’Hara would draw readers into his poems by imitating the natural speech spoken when relating everyday events to a friend or recording one’s daily details in a journal entry. In “The Virtue of the Alterable,” Helen Vendler’s essay on O’Hara that stands as a chapter in Part of Nature, Part of Us: Modern American Poets, she describes the poet’s process: “O’Hara, in his fundamental prescinding from the metaphysical, believes neither in problems nor in solutions, nor even in the path from one to the other. He believes in colloquies, observations, memories, impressions, and variations—all things with no beginnings and no endings, things we tune in on and tune out of.” Nevertheless, in the end O’Hara’s best poems eventually appear compelling, even in their spontaneity, and their details seem essential, unavoidable, and indelible.

Looking back at my initial impressions of Jasper Johns’s work more than thirty years ago, I find in his paintings a parallel pattern to O’Hara’s poetic process. To me, then Johns’s art often appeared straightforward, perhaps at times even arbitrary, offering an illusion of simplicity to the viewer. Yet, each piece contains necessary elements allowing the possibility of one conjuring complex reactions that remain with the observer. As Jasper Johns has stated in his perception of art, which also could be a working definition of poetry for my creative writing students or an apt description of O'Hara's poems: “I think that one wants from painting a sense of life. The final suggestion . . . has to be, not a deliberate statement, but a helpless statement. It has to be what you can’t avoid saying.”

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Ricardo Pau-Llosa: "Flight to L.A."

The VPR Poem of the Week is Ricardo Pau-Llosa’s “Flight to L.A.,” which appeared in the Fall/Winter 2004-2005 issue (Volume VI, Number 1) of Valparaiso Poetry Review.

Ricardo Pau-Llosa's sixth book of poems is Parable Hunter by Carnegie-Mellon University Press (2008), which also published three previous titles, Cuba (1993), Vereda Tropical (1999), and The Mastery Impulse (2003). His poetry has appeared in numerous magazines, including American Poetry Review, Cream City Review, Denver Quarterly, The Fiddlehead, Iowa Review, Kenyon Review, Manoa, New England Review, North American Review, Ontario Review, Painted Bride Quarterly, Partisan Review, Ploughshares, Southern Review, and TriQuarterly. In addition, his work has been included in various anthologies, such as The Norton Introduction to Literature (Norton) and Red, White, and Blues: Poets on the Promise of America (University of Iowa Press). As an artist and critic, he also has published a number of art books and exhibition catalogues, and his commentary has appeared in various art journals.

Tuesday of each week “One Poet’s Notes” highlights an exceptional work by a poet selected from the archives of Valparaiso Poetry Review with the recommendation that readers revisit it. Please check the sidebar to view the list of poets and works that have been past “Poem of the Week” selections. Additionally, readers are reminded that VPR pages are best read with the browser font preference in which they were set, 12 pt. Times New Roman, in order to guarantee the stanza alignment and the breaks of longer lines are preserved.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Mary Cassatt's MOTHER AND CHILD (and a Mother's Day poem)


Perhaps no other American artist has been more closely associated with emotional images of motherhood than Mary Cassatt. During her career as a painter, Cassatt produced a number of portraits depicting children in intimate instances with their mother. Due to her training as an Impressionist and her habit of presenting subjects from a perspective that appears personal yet unsentimental, Cassatt created compelling scenes that captivated viewers’ attention while maintaining an appropriate sense of separation between the artwork and its audience. In this manner, the artist allows all to share a mother’s tender moment with her child, though no accompanying discomfort at having intruded upon someone’s privacy exists. Indeed, the figures in the portrait often are so involved with one another that they do not even seem capable of being conscious of anyone else’s presence.

When observing Mary Cassatt’s portraits of women and children, usually engaged in typical incidents of domestic activity, one might be surprised to discover an important influence of Edgar Degas on her work. Certainly, the family settings in which we observe most of Cassatt’s female characters differ greatly from those portraits of women Degas depicted in his paintings—ballet dancers, bathers, prostitutes—that frequently seem voyeuristic and intrusive. Where one normally finds innocence and serenity in a Cassatt portrait, one sometimes uncovers in Degas offerings the hint of a degree of debauchery or decadence that appears almost cynical and sinister, if not deliciously sinful. Nevertheless, the influence and friendship of Degas—who first invited Mary Cassatt to display her paintings with the Impressionists (then considered a controversial group with whom he frankly did not feel the closeness he subsequently enjoyed with Cassatt)—helped direct Cassatt’s development as an artist.

Mary Cassatt defied expectations for her as the daughter in an affluent American family during the middle of the nineteenth century when she decided to attend art school, even if it was the elite Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts. Against the wishes of her businessman father, Cassatt departed further from her family’s plans for her when she chose to travel overseas to Italy and France for additional training and experience as a novice artist. She had previously visited Europe accompanied by her mother, acquiring a taste for the creative atmosphere and artistic community she witnessed there. By the time she found herself in Paris during the mid-1870s, Cassatt apparently had determined her future included existence as an exile practicing her craft among some of the most significant painters in Europe, including fellow expatriates like John Singer Sargent and James McNeill Whistler. However, after an initial period of rejection, her infatuation with the work of Edgar Degas, as well as his eventual return admiration for her painting, proved crucial in Cassatt’s establishment as an artist whose magnetic portraits drew viewers toward the fully formed physical presence of their figures, particularly the women and children.

In addition to being an American in Paris, Cassatt also stood apart from most of her contemporaries because of her gender. Among the Impressionists at that time Berthe Morisot was the only other female artist regarded to have standing alongside her male counterparts. At times rivals and at times good friends, Morisot and Cassatt confronted inevitable attitudes of resistance and resentment. A female among professional painters faced formidable obstacles and endured difficulties due to prejudice male members of the Impressionists never encountered. Yet, both Morisot and Cassatt earned respect from their peers and praise from some critics, especially for their contributions of feminine sensibility when depicting women working in the home and mothers interacting with their children.

Although a few at the time might have viewed such subject matter as limited and narrow, Cassatt and Morisot overcame that perception by achieving stature beside the other Impressionists when their paintings appeared on the walls in gallery exhibitions or in salon competitions. Surely, as women in that era Cassatt and Morisot were restricted by social mores and norms of gender roles so that they could not venture to Parisian scenes as widely or as easily as the male painters. Some locations were considered out of bounds for women. Even when she visited the theatre, unlike Degas’ portraits of the extroverted female performers in a revealing costume or nude in their dressing rooms, Cassatt’s paintings depicted demure women fashionably attired, seated and observing from the audience. Perhaps as a consequence of their social position, Cassatt and Morisot more often explored and exploited images of routine domestic events and family relationships to which they had access and for which they evidenced empathy.

After settling in Paris, Mary Cassatt resided in France the rest of her life, even though she became blind in her late 60s and could not produce new paintings during the final dozen years leading up to her death at age 82; yet, her work served as a bridge for European art to her native land when she exhibited in the first Impressionist shows on U.S. soil in the late 1800s. In addition, despite her later movement away from identification with the group when she grew a fondness for Japanese art whose influence seeped into her own work, Cassatt’s nationality assisted in Impressionism belatedly gaining greater popularity in America during the early twentieth century. Ironically, though she never had any children, Cassatt forever will be identified with some of the most expressive images of motherhood ever painted, and they are viewed repeatedly every Mother’s Day as emblematic of the occasion.

I admit my own admiration for Mary Cassatt’s portraits of mothers with children subconsciously might have influenced the following poem, a work inspired by my wife and son soon after his birth. On this Mother’s Day, I am pleased to present the poem once again, although this time in the company of Cassatt’s Mother and Child.


SUMMER IDYLL

She is still there, sitting
in the irregular
shade of a willow tree,
holding a slumbering
child some have come to know
as her first-born, a son.

Strollers pass this woman
bent over her bundle
beneath low-sagging limbs;
the solitary tree
looming beyond vast fields
burned brown by summer sun.

Although the warm August
winds sifting through the leaves
above do not disturb
the two figures below,
a few cumulus clouds
have begun to drift by,

shifting in from the south.
Their dark, ragged edges
graze a distant skyline
of spruce and Douglas fir.
Underneath these massive
mounds, which appear to brush

lightly the far-off hills,
offering brief basins
of shade to the valleys
they cross, momentary
relief from the midday
heat seems to be noticed

no more than the noonday
light has been, as mother
and child both continue
in their consummate bliss
to ignore the brilliant
world that whirls around them.


—Edward Byrne


[“Summer Idyll” appeared in one of my collections of poems, Words Spoken, Words Unspoken, published by Chimney Hill Press in 1995.]

Thursday, May 8, 2008

Gary Snyder: A Natural Selection



When I was an undergraduate student, I began my college career as a chemistry major and math minor. Although during my high school years I had an equal interest and about as much aptitude in English and writing, I originally had been convinced my path to a profitable profession lay in the pursuit of these studies for which I had registered at freshman orientation. However, in my sophomore year when I entered an introductory creative writing class that I had chosen as an elective course, I discovered a renewed enthusiasm for literature and poetry writing, and I switched my major to English.

Indeed, I remember the first book assigned that semester by my teacher, poet and fiction writer Steve Katz, opened my eyes to an appreciation and understanding of contemporary poetry that I had not yet known. The volume, Gary Snyder’s Regarding Wave, seemed to reveal a relationship between language and the land, the spiritual and the physical, humans and nature, that proved aesthetically pleasing while accurately rendered. I remember admiring how the poet’s combination of concern for humans with an apparent affection for his environment—delivering to readers a celebration of the natural world—could be created in such a way by a blending of personal perspective (though never confessional or self-centered) and persuasive expression.

With his background as an individual who once worked as a merchant seaman or in logging camps, and who labored among the elements of nature he described, Snyder’s related experiences contributed to an authentic and convincing tone in his poetry. In addition, Snyder’s seeking to integrate into his writings an awareness of other beliefs (as in his devotion to Zen Buddhism) or behaviors witnessed in different cultures (such as Japanese, Chinese, or American Indian) offered a fresh approach one would not find elsewhere. In her book of criticism, Soul Says, Helen Vendler has stated: “Snyder is one of the many modernist poets to have brought English lyric into conjunction with Chinese and Japanese poetry. The long history of Western fascination with ‘the Chinese written character as a medium of poetry’ (Pound out of Fenollosa) has reached its apogee with Snyder, if only because Snyder (unlike Amy Lowell, Pound, Stevens, Williams, Rexroth, and others) really knows Japanese and Chinese.”

In fact, his biographical acquaintance with a diverse set of principles and his participation in a wide variety of activities seemed to add to the scope of his poetry. Perhaps for those reasons I often found it difficult to readily group Snyder among the Beat poets, as most critics appeared to do. Instead, for me Gary Snyder’s work remained unique, even though his connections to Jack Kerouac (who depicted Snyder as a fictional character in The Dharma Bums), Allen Ginsberg, and the other Beat writers were frequently cited—including Snyder’s reading with Ginsberg at the Six Gallery (in San Francisco in 1955, when “Howl” startled listeners) where, in the minds of some, the Beat movement may have been born.

In the decades since that crucial initial encounter with Gary Snyder’s poems, I have maintained my respect for the consistent characteristics evident in his consciousness of a fragile ecology, his display of a moral conscience, his explorations of self, and his continuing care for craft as exhibited in the fine writing. Shortly after my introduction to Snyder’s poetry, his next collection of poems, Turtle Island, which many may consider his most significant book, won the Pulitzer Prize. For a couple of decades, Snyder’s new poetry appeared sporadically (although a collection of selected poems, No Nature, was a finalist for the National Book Award in 1992) and his reputation as a poet seemed to be solidified mostly by those earlier poetry volumes.

However, in 1996 Snyder published Mountains and Rivers Without End, a book-length poem uniting personal and universal themes that he’d begun forty years before in 1956. This work won a number of awards and garnered great praise upon its release. Additionally, its long and at times elevated explanation or interpretation of humans’ relationship with nature exposed Gary Snyder’s poetry to a new audience—including a number of my students, as I now recommended they read his work, just the way I had been advised to engage Snyder’s poetry when I was an undergraduate.

In 2004, for the first time in a couple of decades, Gary Snyder released a collection of completely new individual pieces of poetry within Danger on Peaks. And only a few weeks ago the Poetry Foundation announced Gary Snyder as the 2008 winner of the Ruth Lilly Poetry Prize, the lifetime achievement award that carries a $100,000 purse, which will be presented at a ceremony later this month. The choice of Gary Snyder for this recognition seems like a natural selection, logical and laudable.

In the press release noting the granting of this award to Snyder, the Poetry Foundation’s judges (Eavan Boland, Sandra M. Gilbert, and Christian Wiman) reported: “Gary Snyder is a true nature poet: there’s no sentimentalism to his work, and he never uses the natural world simply to celebrate his own sensibility. A deeply learned and meditative artist, an impassioned ecologist, and a poet of great scope as well as intense focus, Snyder has written poems that we will be reading for as long as we’ve been reading Robert Frost.” Wiman, editor of Poetry, remarked: “His poetry is a testament to the sacredness of the natural world and our relation to it, and a prophecy of what we stand to lose if we forget that relation.”

Gary Snyder was born on this date (May 8) in 1930. Today, as an acknowledgment of Gary Snyder’s birthday and as an indication of appreciation for his work, I extend the recommendation of his poetry—which I received as an undergraduate thirty-five years ago and that I now repeat to my students each semester—to all readers who wish to discover poems celebrating our regard for nature’s great beauty, or its correspondingly immense power, even while conscientiously confronting us with a complementary sense of personal and social responsibility.

Wednesday, May 7, 2008

A Vote for Walt Whitman's "Democratic Vistas"

Yesterday, as I voted in the Indiana primary, I was struck by how pleased voters and officials at the polling place seemed to be that they were involved in a presidential primary that still mattered. Since Indiana is always among the final states on the primary calendar, rarely has the national race for either party remained undecided so late. In recent weeks, the region has been a favorite location for presidential candidates’ campaign tours. This is the first time my wife, a lifelong Hoosier, has had an opportunity to vote while a crucial presidential primary contest continued. I have lived in Indiana nearly twenty-five years, and throughout all those election cycles voting for a national candidate in the primary has always been nothing more than a formality for the residents of this state. In fact, four decades have elapsed since the last significant primary vote in a presidential race occurred in Indiana.

Therefore, when I witnessed the energy and enthusiasm expressed by many of my neighbors, no matter which candidate or party they supported, I was reminded of the simple wisdom and interesting history of the American democratic process, even in the frequent instances when it has proved a bit messy. I also recalled once again one of my favorite documents about the intersection of democracy and literature. In a post last July Fourth, I recommended readers revisit a few nineteenth-century writings about American political and artistic independence, including an interesting and invigorating essay investigating philosophical perspectives on political and literary democracy, Walt Whitman’s “Democratic Vistas.” Readers are encouraged to examine the entire essay, perhaps much of it admittedly an argument for Whitman’s own poetic presence even while he focused on the future, but today I would like to quote the opening paragraphs of that extensive work:

As the greatest lessons of Nature through the universe are perhaps the lessons of variety and freedom, the same present the greatest lessons also in New World politics and progress. If a man were ask'd, for instance, the distinctive points contrasting modern European and American political and other life with the old Asiatic cultus, as lingering-bequeath'd yet in China and Turkey, he might find the amount of them in John Stuart Mill's profound essay on Liberty in the future, where he demands two main constituents, or sub-strata, for a truly grand nationality—1st, a large variety of character—and 2d, full play for human nature to expand itself in numberless and even conflicting directions—(seems to be for general humanity much like the influences that make up, in their limitless field, that perennial health-action of the air we call the weather—an infinite number of currents and forces, and contributions, and temperatures, and cross purposes, whose ceaseless play of counterpart upon counterpart brings constant restoration and vitality.) With this thought—and not for itself alone, but all it necessitates, and draws after it—let me begin my speculations.

America, filling the present with greatest deeds and problems, cheerfully accepting the past, including feudalism, (as, indeed, the present is but the legitimate birth of the past, including feudalism,) counts, as I reckon, for her justification and success, (for who, as yet, dare claim success?) almost entirely on the future. Nor is that hope unwarranted. To-day, ahead, though dimly yet, we see, in vistas, a copious, sane, gigantic offspring. For our New World I consider far less important for what it has done, or what it is, than for results to come. Sole among nationalities, these States have assumed the task to put in forms of lasting power and practicality, on areas of amplitude rivaling the operations of the physical kosmos, the moral political speculations of ages, long, long deferr'd, the democratic republican principle, and the theory of development and perfection by voluntary standards, and self-reliance. Who else, indeed, except the United States, in history, so far, have accepted in unwitting faith, and, as we now see, stand, act upon, and go security for, these things?

But preluding no longer, let me strike the key-note of the following strain. First premising that, though the passages of it have been written at widely different times, (it is, in fact, a collection of memoranda, perhaps for future designers, comprehenders,) and though it may be open to the charge of one part contradicting another—for there are opposite sides to the great question of democracy, as to every great question—I feel the parts harmoniously blended in my own realization and convictions, and present them to be read only in such oneness, each page and each claim and assertion modified and temper'd by the others. Bear in mind, too, that they are not the result of studying up in political economy, but of the ordinary sense, observing, wandering among men, these States, these stirring years of war and peace. I will not gloss over the appaling dangers of universal suffrage in the United States. In fact, it is to admit and face these dangers I am writing. To him or her within whose thought rages the battle, advancing, retreating, between democracy's convictions, aspirations, and the people's crudeness, vice, caprices, I mainly write this essay. I shall use the words America and democracy as convertible terms. Not an ordinary one is the issue. The United States are destined either to surmount the gorgeous history of feudalism, or else prove the most tremendous failure of time. Not the least doubtful am I on any prospects of their material success. The triumphant future of their business, geographic and productive departments, on larger scales and in more varieties than ever, is certain. In those respects the republic must soon (if she does not already) outstrip all examples hitherto afforded, and dominate the world.

The wonderful wealth-producing power of the United States defies and sets at naught the grave drawbacks of a mischievous protective tariff, and has already obliterated, almost wholly, the traces of the greatest of modern civil wars. What is especially remarkable in the present development of American energy and success is its wide and equable distribution. North and south, east and west, on the shores of the Atlantic and the Pacific, along the chain of the great lakes, in the valley of the Mississippi, and on the coasts of the gulf of Mexico, the creation of wealth and the increase of population are signally exhibited. It is quite true, as has been shown by the recent apportionment of population in the House of Representatives, that some sections of the Union have advanced, relatively to the rest, in an extraordinary and unexpected degree. But this does not imply that the States which have gain'd no additional representatives or have actually lost some have been stationary or have receded. The fact is that the present tide of prosperity has risen so high that it has overflow'd all barriers, and has fill'd up the back-waters, and establish'd something like an approach to uniform success.

Admitting all this, with the priceless value of our political institutions, general suffrage, (and fully acknowledging the latest, widest opening of the doors,) I say that, far deeper than these, what finally and only is to make of our western world a nationality superior to any hither known, and out-topping the past, must be vigorous, yet unsuspected Literatures, perfect personalities and sociologies, original, transcendental, and expressing (what, in highest sense, are not yet express'd at all,) democracy and the modern. With these, and out of these, I promulge new races of Teachers, and of perfect Women, indispensable to endow the birth-stock of a New World. For feudalism, caste, the ecclesiastic traditions, though palpably retreating from political institutions, still hold essentially, by their spirit, even in this country, entire possession of the more important fields, indeed the very subsoil, of education, and of social standards and literature.

I say that democracy can never prove itself beyond cavil, until it founds and luxuriantly grows its own forms of art, poems, schools, theology, displacing all that exists, or that has been produced anywhere in the past, under opposite influences. It is curious to me that while so many voices, pens, minds, in the press, lecture-rooms, in our Congress, &c., are discussing intellectual topics, pecuniary dangers, legislative problems, the suffrage, tariff and labor questions, and the various business and benevolent needs of America, with propositions, remedies, often worth deep attention, there is one need, a hiatus the profoundest, that no eye seems to perceive, no voice to state. Our fundamental want to-day in the United States, with closest, amplest reference to present conditions, and to the future, is of a class, and the clear idea of a class, of native authors, literatures, far different, far higher in grade than any yet known, sacerdotal, modern, fit to cope with our occasions, lands, permeating the whole mass of American mentality, taste, belief, breathing into it a new breath of life, giving it decision, affecting politics far more than the popular superficial suffrage, with results inside and underneath the elections of Presidents or Congresses—radiating, begetting appropriate teachers, schools, manners, and, as its grandest result, accomplishing, (what neither the schools nor the churches and their clergy have hitherto accomplish'd, and without which this nation will no more stand, permanently, soundly, than a house will stand without a substratum,) a religious and moral character beneath the political and productive and intellectual bases of the States. For know you not, dear, earnest reader, that the people of our land may all read and write, and may all possess the right to vote—and yet the main things may be entirely lacking?—(and this to suggest them.)

View'd, to-day, from a point of view sufficiently over-arching, the problem of humanity all over the civilized world is social and religious, and is to be finally met and treated by literature. The priest departs, the divine literatus comes. Never was anything more wanted than, to-day, and here in the States, the poet of the modern is wanted, or the great literatus of the modern. At all times, perhaps, the central point in any nation, and that whence it is itself really sway'd the most, and whence it sways others, is its national literature, especially its archetypal poems. Above all previous lands, a great original literature is surely to become the justification and reliance, (in some respects the sole reliance,) of American democracy . . ..

[I hope readers will note the portrait of Walt Whitman accompanying this post. This rare likeness of Whitman is the earliest painting of the poet, completed in 1860 by Charles Hine, and I am pleased to report the original exists in the Archives and Special Collections section of the library at Brooklyn College, an alma mater of mine.]

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Kevin Pilkington: "Capri"

The VPR Poem of the Week is Kevin Pilkington’s “Capri,” which appeared in the Fall/Winter 2005-2006 issue (Volume VII, Number 1) of Valparaiso Poetry Review, where he was the featured poet. The same issue also contains an interview of Pilkington conducted by Linda Simone.

Kevin Pilkington, a member of the writing faculty at Sarah Lawrence College, is the author of five collections of poetry, including Spare Change, winner of the La Jolla Poets Press National Book Award, and Ready to Eat the Sky, released by River City Publishing as part of their poetry series selected by Andrew Hudgins. His poetry also has been published in anthologies—such as Birthday Poems: A Celebration, Contemporary Poetry of New England, and Western Wind—as well as literary journals, including Boston Review, Columbia, Confrontation, Green Mountains Review, Greensboro Review, Gulf Coast, Hayden's Ferry Review, Iowa Review, Louisville Review, Ploughshares, and Poetry.

Tuesday of each week “One Poet’s Notes” highlights an exceptional work by a poet selected from the archives of Valparaiso Poetry Review with the recommendation that readers revisit it. Please check the sidebar to view the list of poets and works that have been past “Poem of the Week” selections. Additionally, readers are reminded that VPR pages are best read with the browser font preference in which they were set, 12 pt. Times New Roman, in order to guarantee the stanza alignment and the breaks of longer lines are preserved.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

Frederic Edwin Church: MOUNTAIN LANDSCAPE

Frederic Edwin Church was born in Hartford, Connecticut on this date (May 4) in 1826. Church learned his craft as a student landscape painter under the tutelage of an already well-known master and leader of the famed Hudson River School, Thomas Cole. After Cole’s death, when Church was still in his early twenties, the pupil assumed his mentor’s role by becoming a representative among the new generation in the Hudson River School, developing into a skilled creator recognized for vivid and idealized American landscapes on canvas. Later, Church traveled extensively, expanding his vision and producing remarkable landscape paintings of other lands as well.

The reverence with which Church approached the human presence among elements of nature’s terrain appropriately reflected similar attitudes revealed in the literature introduced by nineteenth-century Romantic poets who frequently wished to engender an attitude of awe in their readers towards a sacred nature. His immense and powerful paintings that stretched sometimes almost as wide as ten feet—such as Niagara, which established his fame, and Heart of the Andes, which sold for an amazing amount of $10,000 in 1859—signaled Church’s intention to use such a large scale to contrast nature’s power over a fragile humanity, usually minimally illustrated within nature’s impressive splendor, as well as to overwhelm viewers with the natural grace and grandeur of the countryside scenery he presented.

By the time he reached his forties—during the same period when Walt Whitman was depicting an authentic portrait of America and its natural vista in his poetry—Frederic Edwin Church had matured into an acclaimed American authority whose paintings displayed intense moralized landscapes that seemed to elevate nature and unite it with a spiritual essence, as if his wide skies with ominously dark or richly tinted clouds riding above extended horizons filled with lush features exhibited an ethereal beauty integrating heaven and earth.

I am pleased to note that one of Frederic Edwin Church’s magnificent panoramas—Mountain Landscape, surprisingly painted on the limited surface of a smaller canvas—appears as the cover art for Valparaiso Poetry Review’s latest issue (Spring/Summer 2008: Volume IX, Number 2). I invite visitors to view this artwork and to read an elegantly expressive essay—by Gregg Hertzlieb, Director of the Brauer Museum of Art—which contains commentary about this wonderful oil on canvas composition by Church and also is included in the new issue of Valparaiso Poetry Review.

Tuesday, April 29, 2008

Kathrine Varnes: "Four Sonnets from 'His Next Ex-Wife'"

The VPR Poetry of the Week is Kathrine Varnes’s “Four Sonnets from ‘His Next Ex-Wife,’” which appeared in the Fall/Winter 2003-2004 issue (Volume V, Number 1) of Valparaiso Poetry Review.

Varnes’s book of poems, The Paragon, was published by Word Tech Press in 2005. Her poetry has appeared in a number of literary magazines, including American Literary Review, Black Warrior Review, Comstock Review, Prairie Schooner, and Salt River Review. Her essays on contemporary poetry and feminism also have appeared in various journals and collections including After New Formalism, Connotations, and Parnassus. Varnes co-edited, with Annie Finch, An Exaltation of Forms: Contemporary Poets Celebrate the Diversity of their Art (University of Michigan Press, 2002).

Tuesday of each week “One Poet’s Notes” highlights an exceptional work by a poet selected from the archives of Valparaiso Poetry Review with the recommendation that readers revisit it. Please check the sidebar to view the list of poets and works that have been past “Poem of the Week” selections. Additionally, readers are reminded that VPR pages are best read with the browser font preference in which they were set, 12 pt. Times New Roman, in order to guarantee the stanza alignment and the breaks of longer lines are preserved.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Lynnell Edwards: THE HIGHWAYMAN'S WIFE

Lynnell Edwards is the featured poet in the Spring/Summer 2008 issue of Valparaiso Poetry Review (Volume IX, Number 2). The new issue of VPR also includes my review of her latest book of poems, as can be seen in the following excerpt and accompanying link to the entire essay.


Standing Straight in a Sparking Storm: Lynnell Edwards’ The Highwayman’s Wife

With her second collection of poetry, The Highwayman’s Wife, Lynnell Edwards continues to present work readers often find emphatic, even uniquely forceful, frequently requiring an alert and attentive listener who appreciates lyrical poetry posing a point of view that at times educates and almost always entertains. In addition to her two books of poetry, over the years Edwards regularly has written reviews for various literary journals. During one of her reviews that appeared in the Fall 2005 issue of Georgia Review, Lynnell Edwards commented on a couple of collections of poetry criticism, including a volume by Helen Vendler. In her remarks, Edwards discussed and complimented how Vendler stresses the importance of voice in a poet’s work, citing the examples of Walt Whitman, Emily Dickinson, and William Butler Yeats. Edwards agrees with Vendler that an individual writer’s distinguishing voice, even when modulated to suit a persona as speaker, effectively reveals to readers the poet’s thinking process and personal perspective, and it welcomes each reader into the world of the poet or the poem’s persona.

While reading Lynnell Edwards’ poetry—both The Highwayman’s Wife and her previous volume, The Farmer’s Daughter (Red Hen Press, 2003)—I have repeatedly been pleased to discover precisely the characteristic admired by Vendler to be evident in so many poems. Edwards’ work continually demonstrates a distinctive voice revealing a process of thought, inviting her readers to witness the process and sharing with the readers an individual view—sometimes representing the poet’s perception, other times shown through the eyes of a carefully chosen persona — on the subject matter under discussion or delivering an emotional response evoked within the lines of poetry.

Indeed, The Highwayman’s Wife offers a generous collection of poems also demonstrating Edwards’ ability to adjust her voice when employing traditional form, such as the sonnet, or when straying away from rigid form toward the looser and more informal language contained within her free verse pieces. Importantly, the poet appears confident and in control no matter which tactic or type of poem she chooses as the way to convey engaging content that continually enlightens. As one might expect, the collection’s title poem may serve as an appropriate point of reference. “The Highwayman’s Wife” exists as a sonnet with an irregular rhyme scheme sitting within a section of eleven such sonnets. The form supplies a sense of boundaries beyond which the speaker must move through use of effective language that projects some compelling subject matter to its readers, inviting personal involvement or emotional interest.

“The Highwayman’s Wife” skillfully blends descriptive passage with declarative statement (“Another moon past and again the persistent rain. / She wants a child.”) to create a persuasive and authoritative voice that depicts its situation with a definitive tone. While the wife remains home, distracted by sounds from her neighbor’s children—“the shouts of their game, the debris of their play / strewn across her sister’s lawn”—she endures a loneliness: her husband roams far, “always away,” and when he does return, he’s simply “whiskied and loose, / distracted, rambling about some deal.” The wife wants children of her own, small ones she could “stack at night in their little beds, / huddle them into her empty, empty arms, / and carry them into her marvelous, flower-filled yard.”

In the opening poem (“Go”) of this sonnet sequence about a figure of folklore, readers view the highwayman preparing once more for another journey, hesitant as he awaits the best day for travel: “Three days ago he’d packed his case, shined / his boots and bit, but could not lift the latch.” The wife also can be seen reluctantly readying for his absence: “when the night arrives, / wood and larder stocked, wife resigned / and sighing by her lonesome stove . . ..” However, this central series of sonnets in the volume also shows Edwards’ poetry presenting a progressive sense of suspense and action, as she vividly displays the highwayman’s method of operation when he preys upon drunkards in the dark who “stagger from the lighted inn” or rural family men who “travel to town, helpless, burdened / with a foundered hog, a ragged goat.” The poet shares the following instructions in “How It’s Done”:

A knifepoint and a level stare is all you need.
Call it highway tax, or ferry toll: your due receipt.
But for the wayward coach the expert guile
is to ride along beside, affect a lover’s smile,
offer help, safe passageway and then assassinate
the driver.


Elsewhere in the series, Edwards allows readers an opportunity to understand the uncertainties on this road: “Pistols, derringers, daggers, ropes, no matter / what you pack you’re not prepared. Disaster / happens quick from lack of feed as powder, / your beast no more certain than the weather” (“Weapons, the Road”). An ironic comment contained in “The Problem of Roommates” suggests that even the thief can be vulnerable and must be cautious about others: “while you rest, they steal, / smuggle small goods from your leather pack.” Speaking in second person, the highwayman lends a word to the wise as he reminds himself about occasions of distrust and deception, those twisted conditions in the life he has chosen to pursue:

. . . Again, another night
you meant to trust a fellow thief, and instead
of honor, found absence and deception, cold regret,
portent clouds, a rush of swallows, the story of your life.


Earlier in the collection, readers had been introduced to the Highwayman when Edwards began the book with a prelude titled “Sonnet for the Highwayman.” In that first glimpse at the figure, he is depicted as the victim of another at a stop he considered a “safe house, the happy way / station on the lonely road.” The female speaker in this poem boasts: “I will rob you, lover. Cut your purse, / pilfer the gold coins stitched inside your shirt / when I reach for a kiss, ungirdle your bright sword / for my own device, whirl away into the Highland night.” The poet discloses the wild and wily woman who knows how to disarm and deceive even the thieves. She is one of the “youngest daughters / taught to lie, steal, before they can read.” Unlike the highwayman’s wife—who yearns for her man’s presence at home, her husband’s attention, and a few children of her own—this speaker reveals she does not desire “domestic lore”; instead, she has been trained to trick men with falsehood:

. . . we are schooled in deception, forgery,
as quick to sign our names as another.
So abandon your treasure, your precious bounty,
loose your horse to forage his animal soul,
then on your knees, love. I have already stolen your cloak.


Despite the book’s title, the prelude, and the central location of this fine sequence of sonnets concerning a highwayman, the collection contains other complex connections between individual poems. . ..

[Visitors are invited to read the rest of the review, as well as other works in the new issue of Valparaiso Poetry Review.]

Thursday, April 24, 2008

Jeffrey Frank on Zbigniew Herbert

The Spring/Summer 2008 issue of Valparaiso Poetry Review contains “Poetry and the Cosmopolitan," an essay by Jeffrey Frank on the poetry of Zbigniew Herbert. I am pleased to present here the work’s preface and a link to the rest of the essay.


Poetry and the Cosmopolitan: Zbigniew Herbert’s Collected Poems

In “Patriotism and Cosmopolitanism” Martha Nussbaum argues that patriotism causes moral blindness and should be supplanted by cosmopolitanism. Nussbaum's cosmopolitanism emphasizes rights and universal reason over loyalty to country or attachment to local cultures. The cosmopolitan must not let her attachments to country or local community blind her to her obligations as a citizen of the world. As a world citizen, she must strive—often a lonely and difficult process that leads to something like exile—to break down the prejudices that cause her to see humans from other countries or other communities as foreign, and hence beyond the purview of her ethical concern. Her cosmopolitan worldview is not determined by the country or the community that she is born into. Her worldview is ever-expanding and ever-growing. The goal of this process is that none of the varieties of human experience will be alien to her. Patriotism, for Nussbaum, hinders the development of this expansive worldview.

Nussbaum's cosmopolitanism is as inspiring as it is problematic. Reading the responses to her essay collected in For Love Of Country? one begins to see just how contentious an issue the cosmopolitan is. Reflecting on these responses, Jeremy Waldron writes “it is as though the critics always know exactly what to say, and what ancient terms of abuse to dust off and wheel out, whenever claims in behalf of humanity are put forward in opposition to traditional allegiances to blood, kin, and nation.” (1) This blow is meant to glance many of the respondents, but its real force is thrown at Robert Pinsky. I find this disappointing. Far from wheeling out old defenses, in “Eros Against Esperanto” Pinsky offers an alternative—though also a potentially complementary—framework for thinking about cosmopolitanism.

Rather than pitting patriotism against the cosmopolitan, Pinsky suggests that the patriotic impulse is founded on an eros of the local. Patriotism is not necessarily an infantile passion that adults blindly hang onto for fear of facing difference. Instead of looking at patriotism from the outside, Pinsky shows that when one seriously thinks about what it means to live as member of a country or a community, the meaning of patriotism changes. It is a complex passion that is as alluring as it is terrifying; near at hand and at the same time alien. To illustrate this point, Pinsky describes his experience of the Brooklyn Dodgers. The Dodgers are domesticated; an American institution; the object of simple passions. And yet when one looks closer, the Dodgers resemble the city they play in. Brooklyn is “historic and raw, vulgar and urbane, many-tongued and idiosyncratic, a borough of Hispanic blacks and Swedish carpenters, provincial enough to have its own newspaper yet worldly beyond measure.” (2) This insight into the dual-nature of the local teaches Pinsky that patriotism, far from being a simplistic passion that leads to blindness, is teaming with contradictory powers that are always in process. Because of its richness and complexity, Pinsky argues that one can do better than substituting an abstract concept of the cosmopolitan in its place. The eros of patriotism needs to be counterbalanced by an eros of the cosmopolitan.

Though Pinsky does not fully develop this counterbalancing eros, he creates a framework for its development by establishing two things. First, the cosmopolitan is an appealing concept, capable of generating its own eros. Rather than leading to the state of exile described by Nussbaum, cosmopolitanism may lead one to something like membership in a new yet unapproachable Brooklyn. Pinsky’s Brooklyn is premised on Emerson’s idea of America; a country taken by the romance of change and enamored with—and hence also afraid of—the possibility of drawing a new circle around the limited horizon of each accomplishment and each achieved idea. Second, though the cosmopolitan gains in appeal by becoming less abstract, it also gains complexity. A love relationship, though proximally close, always retains the distance of difference. The relationship teaches “how extreme an act of imagination paying attention to the other must be, in order to succeed even a little” (p. 88).

In this essay I will read Zbigniew Herbert’s poetry within Pinsky’s framework so as to begin developing an eros of the cosmopolitan. Though imposing an alien framework onto Herbert’s poetry may initially appear disquieting, I hope to dispel this feeling at the outset by showing how Herbert develops a similar framework for the cosmopolitan in his prose work. Thus instead of proving an arbitrary limitation to Herbert’s work, Pinsky’s framework will illumine cosmopolitan eros, while leading to an appreciation of unexplored aspects of Herbert’s poetry.

[Please read the rest of Jeffrey Frank’s essay on Zbigniew Herbert in the new issue of VPR.]

Monday, April 21, 2008

VPR: Spring/Summer 2008 Issue


I am pleased to announce the Spring/Summer 2008 issue (Volume IX, Number 2) of Valparaiso Poetry Review has been released today. I invite you to read new works included by the following authors.

Featured Poet: Lynnell Edwards

Additional Poets: Mary Biddinger, Ronda Broatch, Peter Cooley, Lightsey Darst, Carol V. Davis, Chris Ellis, Patricia Fargnoli, Brent Goodman, Julia Kasdorf, April Lindner, Frannie Lindsay, Joanne Lowery, Jennifer MacPherson, Greg McBride, Peggy Miller, Joey Nicoletti, Doug Ramspeck, Sean David Ross, Lex Runciman, Don Schofield, Martin Walls, Vincent Wixon

Essay: Jeffrey Frank on Zbigniew Herbert

Poets Reviewed: Lynnell Edwards, Bobbi Lurie, Sarah Manguso, Kate Northrup, Rosemary Winslow

Cover Art Commentary: Gregg Hertzlieb on Frederic Edwin Church