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Wednesday, June 29, 2005

 

Only my vanity tells me things. For example -- I was just googling my own name -- and found that there's a review of Novelty Act in the latest issue of GutCult. Huzzah!

I'm very curious to encounter reviews of my work like this -- some people have sent me emails or given me oral critiques, but this is I think my first formal "review." It's been a while since I wrote the "novelties," and I'm past any point of having some sort of gut-level defense reaction, so I can take the review at face value. He definitely gets the "collectible" quality of the poems; I wrote them thinking of each one as a "jewel box," -- a discrete and ultimately pointless aesthetic object. I rather like the fact that he's struggling with some of the poems, especially my word choice -- he points out particularly the last line in "The House of Craft..." -- not my favorite novelty, and the end is admittedly a bit much. I confess a weakness for the "ta-da" ending. It's something I've tried to work against, and a built-up ending is something that comes way too naturally for me -- a default mode of writing. If I'd sat around with that poem a bit more, it might have lost some of the gong-ness. Sometimes I'm very self-conscious about the "ta-das," and sometimes I think, "what the hell . . . if you're going to write something, write it big." The novelties, despite my intention to write self-contained, cramped-feeling poems, have a share in this "big" tendency which perhaps they can't always carry off.

I also am intrigued by the interest he shows in "Ocean." Many people have told me that this is their favorite poem from the book. I like it too, but I've never been able to shake the feeling that the poem is a fake. People seem moved by the seagull, but really, have you ever heard of anything so stupid? The image of a seagull falling to the ground frozen-stiff is idiotically funny. The poem isn't trying to be funny; it wants the seagull to be eerie, gently horrifying, an echo of extreme cold. But whenever I move beyond the "idea" of a frozen seagull to the "image" of a frozen seagull --well, it just seems ridiculous. Whenever I've read the poem at readings, I've been afraid that someone would laugh, or perhaps leap from their chair while yelling "J'accuse!" But no one has yet done so.

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