THE ESSENTIAL DOUG HOLDER New & Selected Works $15 Big Table Publishing http://bigtablepublishing.com
Review by Ravi Teja Yelamanchili
Doug Holder’s poetry is
an examination of people and things, but more importantly their patinas. In
many of the poems there is a gentle awareness conveyed to the reader—an
acknowledgement that everything will eventually deteriorate. Holder’s poetry is
subtle, deeply empathetic, and captures moments of vulnerability with unmatched
elegance and fragility. In the poem “On the Ward: Stuffed Animals”, Holder writes
“At night
as you
check the rooms
the flashlight discovers
these animals
attached to grown
women—
like suckling babes
held tightly
against the darkness—
memories of morning
abandonment—.
the deep chasms
that were never
bridged.
On these lonely
nights
any union
will do” (Holder 48)
On the cover of THE ESSENTIAL
DOUG HOLDER New & Selected Works, Doug Holder, the poet of the
collection, stands modestly in the bottom right hand corner of his own book,
his hands are placed defensively in his pockets, and under his arms he carries
a newspaper. It is hard to tell if his weary eyes are gazing at you, at the
ground, or if he lost in his own thoughts. Bold white text is superpositioned
on the page, pushing the poet to the back of his own cover. The cover seems off
balanced, as though the subject (Doug Holder) is about to leave the reader any minute.
The background is composed mostly of silhouettes of trees and buildings, while
the foreground is composed of shadows. The sun is either rising or setting, and
a ray of sunlight falls on Holder. On the bottom of the page, a quote from
Boston’s first Poet Laureate Sam Cornish reads “Holder is a poet of the
street... an observer of the everyday… he sees the world not for what it is,
but on his own terms”. At first, I thought that the picture was a strange
choice for the cover of a book—surely, Holder had a centered picture of himself
he could have used instead. But, after
reading Holder’s collection this cover art was in fact the perfect choice.
In the poem “Life of the Party” Holder writes:
“After all,
you were
the center […]
the approving smiles
from the women
the perfect opiate
delightful
but never enough
And for this moment
you were a man
among men
above—
[…]
And then
in the bathroom mirror
who was this imposter
short and bald
struggling with
his fly […]” (Holder 76)
(Insert
drumroll here) While you’re not supposed to judge a book by its cover, or so we
are told, in the case of this book, the cover art perfectly captures the
essence of Holder’s style. Similar, to how Holder doesn’t stand in the center
of his cover, his poetry employs innovative stylistic techniques that invite
the reader into the poem without ever directly breaking the fourth wall. This
is achieved by both the tone of the poems, and how vulnerable and honest the
speaker of the poems makes himself. There is a “Confessional” quality to the
poetry, yet unlike Confessional poetry the poetry is not as emotionally
forceful. This often catches the reader off-guard, but the poems themselves are
so well balanced—either thematically, or in their emotional content that the reader
can easily regain their footing.
Holder uses ellipses, like no one else. Ellipses are normally used
to exclude less relevant text from passages. You will often find Holder using
ellipses to cut his own conclusions short, as though to indicate to the reader
that his conclusions are not that important, or perhaps that he has not formed
any. These unresolved conclusions become almost a rhetorical question that can
significantly alter the meaning and tone of the poem. Take for instance the
poem “A Dream of Minnie Baum”:
“She exchanges Yiddish for English with mother
tit for tat.
I am trapped…
my stomach leaden with chicken fat.
Bronx cheers from the pavement below” (Holder 80)
In
the poem above, the word ‘trapped’ is followed by an ellipsis. This leads the
reader to wonder if the speaker is trying to escape. Depending on the answer,
yes or no, the meaning of the poem can greatly change. The charm of Holder’s
poetry is that it does not impose its views on the reader. It does not try to
force a way of thinking on the reader. It draws a clear distinction between the
‘real world’, and the poet’s interpretation of the world. There are fantastical
moments in Holder’s poetry, but the reader is rarely left wondering where the
line between reality, and Holder’s interpretations of reality falls. At times
they don’t align, and this is often where we see ellipses—omissions of
conclusions, or pseudo-questions, where Holder seems to be asking himself and
the reader how to negotiate “everyday observations with his own terms”.
Confessional
poetry is often extremely assertive. The emotions are so raw, that the reader
is often overwhelmed and consumed by them—they impose their will on the reader.
This can be a very powerful artistic choice, but ultimately limits the reader’s
interpretive freedom. Holder’s poetry often includes very intimate details, but
the raw emotions are toned down. Holder’s emotions do not convolute reality,
and not force the reader to interpret events one way or another. Even though
the poems are written from Holder’s point of view, the poems are not just about
him. This allows the reader to explore Holder’s world with him—not just be
passive listeners. For example on page 146, “ I don’t know why”, Holder writes:
“i don’t know why
i have visions of elevated tracks
subways defiantly roaring
at the dark
damaged men pawing costume
jewelry[…]” (Holder 146)
The first two lines of the poem start with “i”, yet they are both lowercase,
which draws less attention to the repetition. This is followed by the powerful
image of a “subway defiantly roaring at the dark”, followed by another powerful
image. When Holder uses the word “i” in this poetry it is simply to provide the
reader with context.
The entire collection opens with the poem “Daddy, Is He a
Monster?”
“A child caught sight of
me on a bus
propped up on his seat
safe within his father’s fold
he said
“Is he a monster?”
My head
poking out of a protective shell of newspaper
a suspicious crab
peering at a threatening predator” (Holder 23)
Holder’s poetry shares very intimate details.
Initially, this can throw the reader off a bit, because we just aren’t used to
people sharing such personal thoughts. Thoughts that are so personal, we may
even feel uncomfortable hearing them if some of our closest family or friends
shared this information with us. But, Holder does not withhold much from his
reader, but quickly the reader realizes that this honesty is what makes his
work so captivating. At certain points you almost wonder if you are even
supposed to be reading these extremely personal reflections. The poem “Unknown
in a Crowd”, to some degree expresses this sentiment:
“And that’s when
you felt most at peace—
lost in the cornucopia.
Feeling
like the multi-eyed
fly on the wall
away from the claustrophobic intimacy.
Observing
not observed
owner of you own dialogue…” (Holder 37)
But, the reader despite being
thrown off by the unguarded nature of the poems, can easily regain their footing,
because of how Holder brilliantly balances everything. Opposing themes, and
tones act as counterbalances to each other. The poem “At the Reading: Young Poet”, is a brilliant example of
how Holder uses a poetry reading to explore the question of what is and isn’t
worthy of art, and more importantly gives us insight into his own aesthetic
philosophy.
“She talked of making love
as if a new discovery[…]
of old Cambridge Victorians
cigarette smoke
lipstick traces
romantic places
half-empty glasses
the lingering scent
remembered words…
phrases […]
From the corner
an old woman
lifted her head
from the rim of her shot glass
and cackled
breaking the spell:
“What’s the big deal, kid, and two dogs could do that.” (Holder 31)
In addition to using themes as counterbalances, Holder also uses dramatic and comedic elements to create balance in his poems. In the poem “First Night on the Job on the Psychiatric Ward”, Holder starts the poem off by painting a very dramatic scene. But the mythical elements are quickly pushed aside and replaced with humor. These sharp turns in poems, are particularly interesting because of how they change the pace of the poems without using any grammar or white space.
“The night seemed perfectly cast…
stormy, thunder and rain
the patient was biblical
long hair and a beard
with his staff at his command.
He put a paternal hand on me
and called me his finest creation
what could I do but thank him?
He smiled with divine patronization” (Holder 33)
Dear Ravi,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this interesting and very fine review.
Best - Don