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POETRY CHAPBOOKS
IN THE FIRST PLACE: THE MAINE POEMS by
Tom Fallon (Wordrunner Chapbooks; ISBN 1-931002-38-X; 14 pgs; $3 chapbook).
LETTERS FROM THE THIRD WORLD by Ellen
Taylor (Sheltering Pines Press; ISBN 0-9744971-8-5; 18 pgs; $7 chapbook).
A MOXIE AND A MOON PIE: THE BEST OF MOON PIE PRESS,
VOLUME I edited by Nancy A. Henry and Alice N. Persons (Moon Pie
Press; ISBN 0-9769929-1-4; 176 pgs; $10 trade paperback).
Reviewed by Patrick Shawn Bagley
Chapbooks—short and inexpensive booklets published in small print runs—have
long been a vital tool enabling “unknown” poets to place their work in the
hands of readers. I use the word unknown with some reservation, as a number
of Maine’s poets are, in fact, well known within the rarefied environment of
live readings and small press journals such as Animus, The
Puckerbrush Review, Off the Coast, The Aurorean, and the fine
publication you currently hold in your hands (or are scrolling down with
your computer’s mouse).
The fact that the larger or commercial houses have not yet published most of
these poets does not diminish the quality or importance of the work in
question. In a society that no longer values poetry, there are far more
poets than there are presses willing to publish them. Chapbooks are
sometimes the closest a poet will come to getting a “real” book published.
For readers, they are an affordable way to round out one’s poetry collection
or to introduce friends and family to a literary world about which they
might not have otherwise known.
Tom Fallon has been a champion of Maine poetry and small presses since the
1970s. His latest chapbook, In the First Place: The Maine Poems,
collects nine new nature poems along with the previously published “On this
first morning.” Fallon is a great admirer of the late Bern Porter, and,
though his poems are often too experimental for my taste, it is hard not to
get caught up in his delight for playing with line breaks and word spacings.
The chapbook comes with an insert, urging the slow reading of the poems
while paying careful attention to the spacing because “The poems are written
from a different life rhythm than that of modern urban civilization…read the
silences.”
In “On this first morning,” by far the finest of this collection, Fallon
repeats key words while subtly changing phrases to describe a life-defining
moment beside a Maine pond. These are haunting images:
over the dark lake.
Water moving slow,
quiet, breaking
under hemlock.
Stones in clear water.
Readers will find many such phrases returning to them long after setting the
chapbook down.
Ellen Taylor’s Letters from the Third World is a travelogue of place and
spirit. Written during the University of Maine at Augusta professor’s
yearlong stay in Uruguay, these lyric poems strive for an understanding of a
people who have lived for years in the shadow of terror and violence. While
relating some horrific events, the poems also reveal and celebrate the
resilience of the human spirit. As Taylor writes in “Heartbeat: Montevideo”:
The city breathes its despair
from abandoned buildings, ripped sidewalks,
even the cobblestones seem to exhale
grief, and yet
the pulse beats
regardless
without commands, desire,
or even a choice.
It is that impulse to go on that Taylor admires in the Uruguayans. She
spends time listening to and watching them, learning the nuances of their
daily lives from children, shopkeepers, gypsies, café patrons, and
demonstrations in memory of Los Desaparecidos (literally, “The Disappeared;”
people abducted by government agents and never seen again). A stranger in a
strange land and fully aware of how little she really knew of this life
before her arrival (as in “Gypsies”), Taylor takes strength in their
resolve. Children play, laborers go to their jobs, couples fall in and out
of love. In Taylor’s verses the commoners’ dignity cuts through the pall of
oppression. Letters from the Third World is Taylor’s second chapbook.
Relative newcomer Moon Pie Press published her first, Humming to Snails.
In the two years since its founding by Nancy Henry and Alice Persons, Moon
Pie Press has published thirteen chapbooks by eleven Maine poets (Ted Bookey,
Jay Davis, Jay Franzel, Nancy Henry, Michael Macklin, Robin Merrill, David
Moreau, Alice Persons, Edward Rielly, Darcy Shargo, and the aforementioned
Ellen Taylor). A Moxie and a Moon Pie collects between a dozen and fifteen
poems from each writer in a single volume. There is plenty to admire here,
from Bookey’s biting wordplay to Taylor’s thoughtful, lyric verses.
Some of Bookey’s poems reflect the dark humor of everyday life. “Bad Cat,”
“Torture, with Eggs” and “Frogs, Beans, Neanderthals, Frogicidal Princesses”
all run headlong into punch lines that should be followed by a snare drum
flourish. Still others are weighted with pain and regret. “I Took Her Hand
in Mine” is dedicated to Bookey’s mother, and begins:
I took her hand in mine,
And only then became aware
A lifelong hate was spent
And I was clasping love.
Davis and Merrill appear frequently at poetry readings, and their work is
better suited to such live forums than silent reading from the printed page.
Yes, I know we used to be taught in grade school that all poetry should be
read aloud, but some poems actually demand it. You’ll find that silent
reading diminishes these poems. Davis’s “Open Reading” boils over with so
much anger and frustration that you might find yourself pacing and
gesticulating as you read it. To calm down a bit, move on to Merrill’s
“Johnny Cash Died Today,” read it slowly, and see if you don’t find yourself
talking like the original Man-in-Black.
Unfortunately, neither Merrill nor Davis stands out among the anthology’s
other poets. Most of their poems are easily forgettable and a couple of
them—Merrill’s “The Chevy Trucks Poem” and Davis’s “When I Die, Mrs. Earnhardt Won’t Be Able to Keep the Autopsy Photos Out of the Papers”—are
downright awful. But they are clearly dedicated to the poetic craft, and
this sampling of their work shows the potential for better things in the
future.
Moreau’s poems, taken from his Sex, Death and Baseball chapbook cover those
three topics in finely tuned lyrics. Moreau seems at first to have an
unhealthy obsession with his topics, until the poem unfolds and the reader
realizes he’s spent a lot of time with these very same thoughts. Therein
lies Moreau’s skill, which marks him as a true poet: the ability to convey
in a few words things that others want to express but cannot.
Henry and Persons share similar poetic sensibilities, as might be expected
of two friends who decide to go into publishing together. Both are concerned
with the full development of the self. Henry "celebrates making peace with my
body; trying to grow more comfortable / with my fat" (In “Raga”). She also
finds comfort and eroticism in the simple act of tidying up after her lover:
making up
their bed
she kneels
face in his pillow
breathes.
Persons’s voice has the confidence of experience. It is often weary,
conscious of growing older but delighting in the journey. In “Artifice” she
says, "I admire how vanity falls away / from some wise, aging women / but I
don’t see it happening to me." Memory is as vital as air to Persons, as in
“thunderstorm at spirit lake” and “Casco Bay, July.”
I have already reviewed Macklin’s Driftland—from which his poems in this
anthology were selected—in another journal and won’t risk repeating myself
here. I will say that Macklin is one of my favorite “new” poets, and I
unreservedly recommend the purchase of his wonderful chapbook.
Franzel’s poems feel mournful at the first reading, but beneath the surface
there is a pent-up energy that carries both poet and reader along. As he
writes in “Midnight, P-Ridge”:
—I’m sick
of unreachable beauty, sick
of gravity and my own fixed
broken orbit—once, if cut free
I would have panicked, now
I’d simply stretch until I reached you
floating by, one more shooting star.
Franzel rebels against poetic cliché and is clearly in this for the long
haul.
Edward Rielly is a prolific poet and writer of nonfiction and book reviews.
His poems are more pastoral than the others here, as befits selections from
a chapbook called Ways of Looking: Poems of the Farm. Much more than simple
odes to farm life, Rielly’s poems look for deeper meanings, as in “Ways of
Looking”:
So I lean cautiously over the hole, as if
it were more than an entrance to the main floor
of the barn, as if something more important
than hay bales had slid down, catching briefly
Lightning strikes, dead pets, the smell of corn silage, tough-skinned hands,
and children climbing trees: beneath Rielly’s pen, all these things prove
the existence of something greater, something beyond the farm, beyond this
world.
Shargo is a perfect example of the inherent value of chapbook publishing. I
had never before encountered her work, had not even heard of her. That’s a
shame, because her sharp poems are a delight to read. Here is a poet trying
to live in the moment, to take what is laid before her on its own terms and
discover where it fits into her life. In “Wanderlüst,” she asks if the
subject of the poem is still
following that line—toward an end with some unsolvable
longing? Send word as soon as you arrive.
With its ten-dollar cover price (the original chapbooks cost eight dollars
each), A Moxie and a Moon Pie, Volume I makes a fine introduction to a press
that is both strongly reflecting and affecting the Maine poetry scene.
Bear in mind that chapbook publication is not only for new or relatively
obscure poets. For their own reasons, both former United States Poet
Laureate Louise Glück and current Maine Poet Laureate Baron Wormser have
chosen to release new work in the chapbook format. Nor are chapbooks the
exclusive domain of poets. Writers of fiction and nonfiction have also used
them effectively, but the form does seem best suited to poetry. You won’t
usually find them on the shelves of the big chains, but they are well worth
seeking out at your nearest independent bookshop
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