Charles Greenberg on Frym and Mayer |
by Charles Greenberg |
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Charles Greenberg reflects on new books from Gloria Frym and Bernadette Mayer
Homeless at Home by Gloria Frym Creative Arts Book Company No synagogues in Leavenworth, Kansas but there is a sizeable Hebrew cemetary at the trailhead of the Santa Fe Trail at the end of which there is "sunlight at the window." America poets of Jewish descent may reflect on Pound's poem Brennbaum of cherubic face "stiffness from spats to collar never relaxing into grace." The purification and visionary strength of the Sinai withered away. Pound, however, never figured Brennbaum would have a daughter who was not raised in the immediate "valley of the shadow of death" as most Jews in history,nor did he figure on the physicists at Los Alamos who were his contemporaries. No Ms. Frym was free to be at play among the fields of the Lord. Not unlike the Transcendentalists or Utopians, some Jews given freedom and prosperity will run to recreate the Garden of Eden every time. Having known Ms. Frym some 35 years ago in college she was then too smart to hang her self with this rope. Olive, gorgeous, and wild she had a discriminating habit of mind in the surrounding bacchanalia(the 60's in New Mexico). Since then she has become an exacting poet informing us well in her book Homeless at Home, a Kaddish for her father, in language, and tale over time that we can understand. Dear Pound, you have a choice. The common people have a saying:be careful what you wish for, you might just get it. The Choice: the poet whose love cannot be quelled or compromised, whose craft is word, who tells the story of her life in poems in poetry as light as ritual candle to raise her father's soul out of purgatory(a familiar place to you) so he can see her as she is free, beautiful, loving, lovely, charitable to the poor, a person of hope to tortured souls questing for beauty and truth, all in America VS the forced refugees now of Sinai now armed for a Nuclear Massada indebted only to Americans. Who do you like better Ez, since you tried to help the boys rubbing out the Jews (no matter it was indirect). I'd bet on an America poet who could interpolate Eros to Idaho and be from Sinai too, but then I'm not you. I suspect Mr. Frym was a bit more capable than depicted. He was among the ones who got away. He may not have known who Tristan Tzara was or Paul Celan but he was smart enough to know that the Poets could not stop the Nazis. Only the Soldiers backed by an incredible economy could, did and will. Apparently he did not say much about the generational distance, difference, desires, dreams, but certainly knew more about political economy than 1 Dorn, 4 Barakas, and 1 Snyder, i.e. a political economy that did not lead to tyranny. It's inventors, and hapless, happy fat cats that make the world go around in a wealthy free for all. Mr. Frym was really the strong, silent type. In this Kaddish, Frym raises the bar of hope so his soul can rise: the glories of erudition "the highest form of prayer is study"; poet " so language makes the woman"; the future "thought occurs faster than light, I see it in a thousand dawns"; history(poetic) "the key is in the sunlight at the window"; and theory "the disappearance of time"(this of course is just a theory). New Hebrew prayer: If my soul be in purgatory may my daughter be a poet who can lead me out. Certainly Gloria Frym leads the way, and though poetry is not very practical in the material world(paradoxically the world would perish without it) it can provide a bridge to the next. "More is wrought by prayer in this world than is dreamed of" said the bard. It was a bard who said it. With this work she takes her place, and unlike Ginsberg, who we all admire in some way, she did not run away to Tibet. Scarlet Tanager by Bernadette Mayer New Directions "At the time of corpses and clouds I can make love here as anywhere" Philip Lamantia Underneath the atomic veil and still in a world with war, famine, and pestilence, this line presents any thinking person with a challenge. If there is a poet who has lived this line and expanded on it in her life's work it is Bernadette Mayer. Certainly one of America's greatest living poets. Robert Creeley called her "consumate" and John Ashberry "magnificent." That tells you something about her language. Her life is not touched upon by the back of the book as much as the cover. We see the opening frame of a CAT-scan of the brain and the sanguine colored Scarlet Tanager. It's by virtue of a millimeter or two or three that we still have her speech. That she prevails in her art is a tribute to her spirit and perhaps the breeding plumage of the tanager. She dedicates the book to her parents a very catholic thing to do after re-experiencing the concept of conception after nearly being destroyed. Her work is a remarkable continum. The scholars may some day want to look isolatedly at the poems, and references to Grace Murphy her life long friend who appears for more than thirty years. There is always Stein and she is as Stein as Stein. My favorite lines in this book come from the poem To Admiral Scott About Space, classic for her unusual juxtapositions.... (experimental everybody says) "And idealistically utopianly And utopianly hedonistically, And headlong utopianly...." Of course that's where I once met her as a concept. The key poem in this book is This Is A Problem Solving Dream Where The Group Attempts To Change the Language. This about love, and language transforming the world. It is a theme that occurs throughout her work starting in Memory, and then more developed in Studying Hunger, and Proper Name. This motif, in her terms, is really a post-modern Vita Nuova. The concept of synchronicity, the idea of language, feeling fitting into relativity theory is hinted at but not developed. This is perhaps more directly developed in Andrei Codrescu's new book Wakefield. Then there is Eros. All her supporters call her "erotic," though in her early work due to her technique of "obsfucation" Eros was more like "surround sound" then direct. In The Formal Field of Kissing and in the epigrams of this book it is quite direct and open. Prior to that her "eroticism" was mostly indirect. Readers knew it was there, it would happen, it was wonderful, but in a universe of discovery it was kept as a mystery. Poems for her children, her friends, lovers, husband. Poems for the peace of the world "wars.....they're just a phenomenon of before and after Christ which is why that person's peaceful nature created this system of years beyond the seasons." Poems for justice. Poems for fun. Poems for a wit that shall never surrender. "I look around religiously like Dante and I am meek" she once wrote. Thomas Merton said "There is no greater disaster for the spiritual life than to be immersed in unreality." He also said that the reason most people do not become saints is that they wear themselves out trying to become someone they are not. An optimistic view of mankind perhaps true for some. No not like the girl from Lourdes, but a person of great faith. You see it most in what I called her post-modern Vita Nuova motif. Someday the scholars might find the composite Beatrice. She ought to be a professor in a major university. She should have been decades ago but then academia was too homogenized for her unvarnished truths and her passion. I remember reading an internet blurb where she was introduced at a reading as Mrs. Poetry, like some dowager Steinian figure, and I thought that's awful sweet slick but she could see through your love life in a New York minute and if she didn't it was only because she was being polite. Imagine that America's greatest living love poet as Mrs. Poetry. She'll never be that old even when she is old. To A Politician I'm not able to explain this poem in context, since politicians are people too. Evil tyrants like Hitler, Stalin, Saddam are different. So I went to the well to Fair, Kind, and True. "Fair, Kind, and True what should we do/" For this query Fair, Kind, and True spoke in a Brooklyn accent. "Ask her she'll listen. Is you or ain't you from Dante?" And the other political poem misses if you have ever been a Tefillin winding guy in the periwinkle shtetl and fanatics start talking about killing all the Jews on hallowed ground of Brooklyn Ferry Crossing and Whitman Oh Captain My Captain and nursing the wounded in our bloodiest Civil War about free the slaves not absolutely exactly, and then Crane and the Brooklyn Bridge down by brooklyn ferry crossing providential wind and providental fog Washington's army escapes in the night on the treacherous river and would we have had Hawthorne and Whitman without Washington? Sunday April 13th "Not only shall I survive,I will prevail." William Faulkner said of his writing in his enclosed world and he did. Mississippi is after all a brand new world. It's writers in situ, heavily honored, had something to do with it. And so with illness, and pain, and debility Bernadette Mayer has contended remarkably, perhaps no less than Flannery O'Connor, and the hope is she will continue too, but most people are unconscious of how fragile life is. Did you know that Flannery O'Connor was once in love with Robert Lowell? What's that got to do with the price of eggs? Just that in Bernadette's catholic work you see the same principle in O'Connor's Catholic work that entitles one of her stories "Everything That Rises Must Converge." Ave!! |
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