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Showing posts with label Cole Swensen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Cole Swensen. Show all posts

Thursday, February 26, 2015

The Next Best Book



Check out The Next Best Book Blog (TNBBC) where I recommend Cole Swensen's The Book of a Hundred Hands!


TNBBC has a lot of fun and quirky columns, like the one in which writers reveal their bathroom reading, or the one featuring literary tattoos, or the one in which authors design their original drinks and share the recipes with you.

Saturday, December 29, 2012

Books Under the Tree

Fragile Acts
We're getting ready for the New Year's celebrations, which is the most important holiday of the year here. So every year I take down all the Christmas decorations prior to putting up the traditional New Year's ones, because frankly the New Year's door hanging, made from straw, paper and an orange, and the sticky ricecake tower can't compete with all the Christmas glitz, and it's only fair to give my husband's culture equal time. So I've just taken down the tree, and now I will tell you what was under it for me on Christmas day.

First though, let me mention that prior to Christmas, I got  Allan Peterson's Fragile Acts, my first purchase of the McSweeney's poetry series, and it is bound so lavishly that the book is worth getting for it's simple aesthetic beauty as an object. Which shouldn't be a surprise when you learn that Peterson was a visual artist in his working life (he's retired now), though I'm not sure how much creative control a poet has with the publisher in this case.

Here's what I got on Christmas (some from my parents, some from my husband):

Selected Poems by Mary Ruefle
Indeed I Was Pleased With the World by Mary Ruefle
Charms Against Lightning by James Arthur
Partially Kept by Martha Ronk
Vertigo by Martha Ronk
Gravesend by Cole Swensen

So lots of great reading coming up for me, as these books were all on my wishlist. Swensen in one of my all-time favorite poets, and Mary Ruefle and Martha Ronk are current interests. James Arthur's work I happened to discover online during the past year, just in time for his debut volume.

And what about you, what did you get bookwise this holiday season?


traditional door hanging from Wallcoo.com

mochi tower, borrowed from www.caslt.org

Friday, March 9, 2012

Swensen on Walking

Cole Swensen, one of my favorite poets, has a poem up at Cerise Press, called "Thoreau Journal." It's about walking, and the wildness of walking. If you are a Swensen fan, or a walking aficianado (I am both), or if you are a devotee of Thoreau, this is a lovely piece for you. Even if you just love prose poems, you should get on over there.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Swensen's Inventions

One of my most favorite poets of all time is Cole Swensen. She takes a subject, such as glass in The Glass Age (Alice James Books, 2007), and explores it every which way she can. The painter Pierre Bonnard, windows, lenses on cameras, chemical properties—all this and more is explored in a scholarly manner and then employed as the underpinnings for her poems. There is a tremendous amount of historical and scientific fact there, but Swensen at her finest doesn’t become weighted down by reality. It is there as an almost transparent scaffolding behind the deeply imagistic poetry.



My favorite book of Swensen’s (currently, anyway) is The Book of a Hundred Hands (Kuhl House Poets, 2005). The subject of this 125-page book of 100 poems is, you guessed it, hands. What can there be to say in that many poems about hands? Well, you’d be surprised. There’s pretty much nothing that a human can consider that doesn’t have some relationship with hands.

The first section, The History of the Hand, lyrically refers to history and anatomy at a slant. The next section, Positions of the Hand, describes poetically how we grasp, grip, fan, and make other motions or positions. Professions of the Hand and Representations of the Hand have topics which are easy to guess at, but Swensen’s fragmented lines and loosely tethered imagery allow you often to forget what is being described. The reader is transported into the language and out of the physical, despite the fact that it is sheer physicality that makes each and every poem possible.

The fifth section, The Anatomy of the Hand, examines the fingers and the thumb and the Palmar Method with insight and beauty. The sixth section, American Sign Language, is one of my favorites, describing  the implications of the movements of American sign language on the meanings and import of words (see the links to audio files from the Poetry Foundation below). Poems in this section leave me breathless and in tears. The book finishes up with Shadow Puppets, A Manual of Gesture: Public Speaking for the Gentleman (1879), and Paintings of Possible Hands. The final section is ekphrastic, while the pentultimate one is based on an actual manual of the era indicated.

I love Swensen’s tricky mix of thoroughness and whimsy, of research and fantastical imagery. I’m re-reading The Book of a Hundred Hands this summer for the third or fourth or maybe fifth time, I’m not sure, although it’s some number I could count on my own two hands. Swensen accomplishes what I would love to do, but cannot as researched details tend to overwhelm me, and my need to explain and explicate overcomes my lyrical direction. Not so with Swensen, a masterful writer who rarely loses sight of the poetic possibilities, despite her carefully fact-studded preparations and reality-wrought insights.

Links to poems from the book:
The Hands' Testament on Poetry Daily
The Hand Photographed  and The Hand Etched in Glass at the Poetry Experiment
Hand Defined audio from the Poetry Foundation
Understanding the Past, Present and Future audio from the Poetry Foundation
Thinking and Feeling audio from the Poetry Foundation
Pronouns audio from the Poetry Foundation

Addendum on 8/3/11: Still reading The Book of a Hundred Hands at night before I sleep. Last night I was thinking that Swensen's use of fragments, an impulse I admire but cannot copy, is all the more amazing given the fact that her obsessions are so well researched. To learn all that, and then discard most of it requires an egolessness I have not got, that I hope for someday. And it is the better artistic impulse as well.