Somerville Poet Tara Skurtu: At the
cusp of med school to the depths of poetry.
By Doug Holder
Somerville poet Tara Skurtu has followed an
unusual path. She started out with ambitions to go to medical school, and
indeed she got as far as an interview at UMASS Medical School, but didn’t get by
the gates. As the old saying goes: “One door closes and another opens.” So
Skurtu decided to follow her old flame: poetry. She was accepted in the very
competitive MFA program at Boston University.
Skurtu, who lives in the Union Square section
of Somerville, met me at my usual window seat at the Bloc 11 Café. Tall, blond,
and blue-eyed, she could pass as a fashion model. This 30 something poet counts
as her mentor Lloyd Schwartz, another Somerville poet who won a Pulitzer Prize
for his music criticism, and has taught at U MASS Boston for many years.
Skurtu said:
“Lloyd has been the best editor I ever had. He has the rare ability of tweaking
a poem without changing its essence.” Skurtu also admires Schwartz’s
conversational style in his poetry, and she employs elements of this in her own
work.
Skurtu likes working either in a café work
amidst the white noise, or in a perfectly quiet setting in her apartment. She
reflected: " My poems start in memory or visual images or both. I
eventually put them together in a skeletal structure. I do a lot of revision. A
single poem can take me years to complete”.
And in spite of being part of a generation
that did not use typewriters; she still pounds out some of her work on one. “With
the typewriter you are very aware of language. You think more of the moment—you
feel the typing of the words. I also hand write my poems, but I finish up with
my computer,” she said.
Skurtu who has lived in Somerville, Mass. for
12 years has compiled a number of impressive publication credits. Her work has
appeared in the Poetry Review (London),
Hanging Loose, Salamander, and she will be a guest editor of the online
literary journal Amethyst Arsenic started by Somerville resident Samantha
Milowsky.
Skurtu expects that she will be spending the
fall and winter immersed in writing projects for school. And who knows?
“You may see the young poet /scribbling away/
at the Bloc 11 Café/ on any given day.”
The
Art of Craft
(for
Elizabeth Bishop)
The
art of finding could be such disaster;
if
memory restored be cumbersome,
to
lose may be a better craft to master.
To
conjure those things best forgotten faster:
the
fear of death, love lost, an illness from
the
past—this craft, it would be such disaster.
If
dreams spy memories left in the past, or
startle
you, fearful, paralyzed and numb,
their
loss may be a better craft to master.
This
morning I discovered how at last, or
perhaps
it was just why or when you’d come?
Regardless,
what I found felt like disaster.
You’ve
come and gone. Now I long for vaster
loss—the
mind be numb, speech dumb until some
memory
loss becomes a craft that’s mastered.
You’ve
long forgotten me yet I still clasp, or
scout
for strands of your hair like beggar’s crumbs;
The
art of finding could be such disaster
—if
only loss were easier to master
---Tara Skurtu
---Tara Skurtu
…. Hiram Poetry Review
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