{"id":29,"date":"2020-05-01T16:49:36","date_gmt":"2020-05-01T16:49:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/jgourlay.com\/?p=29"},"modified":"2020-10-02T20:35:53","modified_gmt":"2020-10-02T20:35:53","slug":"things-you-can-have-three-books-of-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/jgourlay.com\/?p=29","title":{"rendered":"Things You Can Have: Three Books of Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Out of a desire for mental nesting or isolation-related nostalgia, I bought three books of poetry by my classmates at Iowa in the mid-90s. After all, I had read through the first inklings of their style. I had watched them work out the kinks in their lines. Then I lost touch. With them. With poetry. With the kinds of thoughts one can have in a poem, reading it or writing it, and nowhere else.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These are the three books I bought from my local bookstore, The Book Table<\/a>:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cuntstruck<\/a> by Kate Northrop<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Little Domesday Clock<\/a> by Sam Witt<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Repast: Te<\/a>a, Lunch, Cocktails<\/a> by D.A. Powell<\/p>\n\n\n\n

First off, Kate has been honest on the page her entire life. I think I can say that confidently. I\u2019ve been reading her poetry for nearly thirty years. I feel Kate\u2019s words deep in my limbic system. I don\u2019t know what the limbic system is exactly. What I mean is, she effortlessly exposes the truth without any whizz-bang or look-at-me. Yeah, I know. \u201cTruth.\u201d \u201cAuthenticity.\u201d Whatever. I\u2019m not a poet, but I tried hard enough at it to know that this is difficult. It\u2019s difficult in life and in art. Friends, she has been doing this consistently for decades. I have tried, really tried, to tell a truthful thing in a poem but there will always be a scrim of self-doubt, shame, showiness, something that prevents the bud from blossoming. Kate just does<\/em> it<\/em>. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Being truthful isn\u2019t a pre-requisite for a poem, but one does need access to one\u2019s own unfiltered mind to make an honest go of it. I think. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Point is, Kate has that. I mean, I\u2019m not inside her brain but I\u2019ve read the poems. You can read the poems too. They\u2019re right there for you.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sam throws up more chaff in the face of the truth. Chaff? I mean flak. Flak in the form of the flak we fly through daily, if we are ever online, which is a lot of us, you might call it a new fact of human thinking, the extremely online brain, where Sam is reporting from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I think.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These new facts of thinking need new poetry and Sam is engaged in wrestling with a form that matches our mental function. Fun to see that Sam is still Sam. Muscular. He has struck me, over the years, as muscular. What I mean is that you\u2019re going to enter a poem like \u201cLittle Domesday Clock Stroke the Ninth: Love in the Anthropocene\u201d <\/em>with the sound of the clicking chain of a roller coaster setting you off on your journey as you leave the roller-coaster-boarding-station. And then Sam will, I hesitate to say \u201ctake you on a ride\u201d but it\u2019s something like that. There\u2019s going to be whiplash and loop-de-loops and sudden curves, but you\u2019ll always feel taken care of too. The destination is sure; the thing has been considered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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If I can shift the metaphor: he\u2019s building a modern cathedral. Big. Imposing. Made out of ampersands, twitter handles, hashtags, footnotes… New-new-modernism? Post-futurism? Theorists can debate. What you\u2019ll find here is the world you inhabit reflected with: intelligence, playfulness, an intense, elegiac mix of fear and hope. Exactly what it\u2019s like to be alive right now. Music for the new pandemic. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

These poems exist and are available to you, should you require them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He wouldn\u2019t remember but I often sat next to D.A. Powell during one workshop semester. (Maybe 1994?) I can\u2019t actually remember the instructor, but I remember Doug! Can I call him Doug? Do people call him Doug? Did we? I mean, I didn\u2019t know I was sitting next to D.A. Powell <\/em>at the time. <\/em>Honestly, I didn\u2019t get the long lines. I was intimidated by those lines. He was creating whole playgrounds while I was pushing sand around in the sandbox. It takes a level of maturity and confidence to make the page conform to your lines. To say. no go ahead and cut the actual paper in a special way for me. This is how my poems go.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I mean, it\u2019s like sitting next to W. Whitman and being like, “This is OK but it\u2019s a bit wordy, Walt. Tighten it up.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Eventually, you catch up with Walt and then you get to live in his world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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This book, Repast: Tea, Lunch, Cocktails, <\/em>is a big book. A compendium. And it\u2019s not all Long Lines but, I mean, I get the heartbreak now. I get the beating heart of those lines in the line breaks. I didn’t before. Not consciously, anyway. But those long lines stuck with me. Troubled me. I kept returning to Powell\u2019s work to see where they were headed. Better to say, to see why <\/em>they were headed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Maybe it\u2019s the season or maybe it\u2019s the time of man, the late Anthropocene, but jesus christ<\/em> Powell’s poems make me emotional. I just randomly paged to [the sad part of living is eating and dying]<\/em> and wanna cry, but not in a bad way. In a Frank O\u2019Hara kinda way. And like, that\u2019s a Short(er) Line poem but the Long Line poems that come before serve to heighten the impact. He teaches us how to read the poems with the poems. We get it, and as soon as we think we get it, then he shifts it up. It\u2019s a marriage of form and emotion that really knocks you out. Emotion is the key word, I think. Love is also a key word.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

These poems are ready for you in the world, should you need them. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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