Friday, February 13, 2009

Elizabeth Kirschner: Poetry Amidst the Madness.




Elizabeth Kirschner: Poetry Amidst the Madness.

With Doug Holder


Poet Elizabeth Kirschner is alive. She has survived a childhood heavily peppered with physical, verbal and sexual abuse. She has lived to write about it in her new collection of poetry “My Life As A Doll” (Autumn House Press), and a forthcoming memoir “Walking With Winter.”

Kirschner is an accomplished poet and lyricist, and has published a number of well-received poetry collections. She has collaborated with many composers both here and abroad. She set her own poetry to Robert Schumann’s “Dichterliebe.” A CD of this music featuring soprano Jean Danton and pianist Thomas Stumpf was released in the fall of 2005.

Kirschner has taught at Carnegie Mellon University, Boston University, Boston College, as well as the public schools in New Hampshire. I talked with her on my Somerville Community Access TV show “Poet to Poet: Writer to Writer.”

Doug Holder: You have collaborated with composers in your work as a poet. You most recently wrote lyrics to a Schumann composition.


Elizabeth Kirschner: The piece by Schumann is now titled “The Dichterliebe in Four Seasons.” It is a sixteen-song, cycle. It concerns a tragic love affair. I wrote poems for each season. I had a CD and a score, and I would listen to the composition over and over again to help with the process. Composer Thomas Oboe Lee helped me enormously. I also collaborated with a young, up and coming Cambridge, Mass. composer Carson Cooman.


DH: What was the germ of the idea for this project?


EK: It was the idea of the composer Thomas Oboe Lee. It never entered my mind before this. I loved the marriage between poetry and classical music. He was the one who encouraged me. It was a very difficult undertaking. He was a real taskmaster. He stayed right on me. He made sure every note was precise and sing able.

DH: Can you tell us about your new poetry collection “My Life As A Doll?”

EK: It is about my relationship with my late mother, who was very abusive. It is also about the mental illness that came out of it. Between the physical abuse of my mother and the sexual abuse of my father it is really amazing that I survived.

DH: Was the book therapeutic for you?

EK: I couldn’t express my experience If I didn’t have my art. I don’t view it as art therapy. Poetry is too complicated for that. It all came ripping out of me. I feel it can be a tool for healing for people who are reading it.


DH: What have you learned about abuse from your experiences and writing?

EK: What is interesting about abuse is when, where, and how, you retrieve a memory.
When I wrote “My Life As A Doll” I retrieved the key memory of my mother striking me with a baseball bat. That was after my hospitalization. I was in my late 40’s or early 50’s before that memory hit me. The memory came back to me when I was driving back from Cambridge to Newton, after my visit with my therapist. In my memoir I talk a lot about living in a sort of coma—a perpetual out of body experience…I just wasn’t there. I was gone. I have moved from this state thanks to all the difficult work I have done. I have learned that you don’t get the memories until you are ready to retrieve them.

DH: The reviewer Mignon Ariel King said that she felt that you fell in love with your madness. What’s your take?

EK: To me that comment was horrendous. My experience with mental illness has been so excruciating. Mental illness is traumatic. I have been curled up in a ball in my house screaming my head off—out of pain and psychosis. There is no way you can love that. It is a pain so profound that you think you can’t survive it.

My life as a doll

was a life of waiting__hours
reeled like pinwheels, days
passed like wind blown
through black holes, weeks
hung heavy as headstones
The God took a knife
cut me into pure pain,
alive amid birds
wilding in the grapevine
while my dreams angled
into me like hooks, dragging me
away from Mother
into a world
he forget to bless.


e.kirschner1@gmail.com
http://elizabethkirscner.com

WHIMSY: A NEW POETRY, PERFOMANCE VENUE IN INMAN SQUARE CAMBRIDGE




WHIMSY: A NEW POETRY, PERFOMANCE VENUE IN INMAN SQUARE CAMBRIDGE

By Portia Brockway


Whimsy is a monthly performance venue organized and MCed by Markus Nechay (Surrealius), a local artist, at the Outpost 186, a small art gallery in Inman Square, Cambridge.

Markus recruits various types of performers, including musicians, poets, rote and improvisational actors, and dancers. He interweaves performances with his whimsical oratory.

He sometimes centers the night around a theme: such as this coming Sunday’s Valentine’s Day Special; or Edgar Allen Poe’s 200th birthday, on our January evening together.

In addition to Whimsy alternatives, OUTPOST 186 “hosts series of experimental music and performance events Wednesday through Sunday, and special art exhibits. It also serves as a node for progressive and experimental media. Open 1-4pm Tuesday-Sunday or appointment.” Contact: Rob Chalfen - robchalfen@hotmail.com
http://zeitgeist-outpost.org/

About the history of Outpost 186: Have you visited the Outpost 186 yet? You may have enjoyed its antecedent, the Zeitgeist Gallery hot node in Inman Square; preceded by their original location on Broadway, in Cambridge. Egg Al (Nidle) cultivated it to be a place where people could come, and sleep, or lie on the couch, or just gaze in to space at all the art around them, from Nick Wynekin’s comics to Mick Cusimano’s animation, and wander about the heart.



Whimsy is as Whimsy Does


Whimsy is
as whimsy does.
It’s full of imagination
and light and love.

For Poe’s 200th birthday,
in a pretty room:

We tune
at the Blue Moon.
Clara Neelands
tremolos harmonic howls.
We re-iterate: Owo-o-o-o-o- -

Josh Putnam is astute:

“I am a puzzle and a lock
and a bomb and a dangerous drug.
She is the glass key to unlock my sky.
Let her in; everything changes.

Let it out!
It never hurts
so much as when hurting has no voice.
Why does it take so long sometimes
to remember what can never be forgotten.”

On guitar Ed Ayoub
sings from his original place,
bearded with a Semitic face,
this Fertile Crescent
runneth over.

Ben Beckwith plays
with his great nose down,
grinding notes from
boogie woogie goods,
our right hand of God, Ben,
Ground, Tree, Water.

Jane Chakravarthy
offers us Neruda’s penchants,
the sought smooth skin,
forms, human fondues,
cherries, the peach.

Markus Surrealius (Nechay)
in his top hat, black, and ascot,
Poe, raps at Lenore’s door.
What did the Raven say to Lenore?
“Never more!”
Nicole Edgecomb (Lenore)
stands fraught in her hood,
silent, grave.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Circulation. Tim Horvath. (sunnyoutside. POBOX 911 Buffalo, NY 14207) http://sunnyoutside.com




Circulation. Tim Horvath. (sunnyoutside. POBOX 911 Buffalo, NY 14207) http://sunnyoutside.com


Tim Horvath, a recent graduate of the University of New Hampshire MFA program, has penned a short novel “Circulation.” It deals with a young Circulation Director at a town library, and his past relationship with his late father. His father was a dyed-in-the wool eccentric with a capital “E”, who held close to his breast a never completed opus: “The Atlas of the Voyager of Things.” It is described as an impossibly all encompassing work: “That documents the marvelous, intricate, globetrotting chain of events by which things come to be what and where they are.” The father did complete an arcane book “Spelos, An Ode to Caves” that had a small, but loyal cult following.

The father in this novel reminds me of a character in Joseph Mitchell’s nonfiction account of eccentric New Yorkers “Up at the Old Hotel,” Joe Gould. Gould went to New York City and worked as a reporter in the 1920’s for the New York Evening Mail. During his time at the newspaper, he had his epiphany for the longest book ever written. He would title this book An Oral History of Our Time. The book was supposedly based on a word for word account of people’s lives, which Gould had listened to. The book never existed, but Gould insisted, often raving in the streets of Greenwich Village, that he was feverishly working on it.

The casual reader and the bibliophile will love this book. It traces these men’s lives through their obsession with books and arcania. Here is an inspired passage that describes the son putting himself in the place or, well, the jacket of a old, underused, book:

“… likely it has sat on the shelf next to its companions, growing old, peering out at the movements of patrons, sizing them up perhaps just as readily as they are sized up. Yes, I know it sounds strange—you might conclude that I, and not my father, was the one suffering from delirum, but I have occasionally tried to take the perspective of the books on my shelves, imagining that they choose their recipients as much as they are chosen. Like animals in the wild, they can, I suppose, camoflauge themselves such that at times they blend in with their surroundings as readily as a tree frog, hugging the walls of the shelves around them, appearing less palatable than the plump bestseller they lean against… Or like abandoned puppies in a pet store… perhaps l, like these books, can only hope to make an impression—they can poke themselves out just a bit further, than the nearest competitor, jutting forth an irresistible moist black nose between pouting eyes.”

And here is a description of a library in Borge’s fiction “Library of Babel” that describes the life of the book, and thusly the life of man:

“One of the most striking stories I read when I was in college was Borge’s “Library of Babel”, and on occasion I have thought myself the proprietor of that very library. Borge’s
library is a metaphysical marvel, a library that essentially comprises the whole of the universe—the universe as library… Within the library that Borges conjures, not only is every book written shelved somewhere but every possible book is shelved…The conceit is too dizzying to think about too long, but it serves as a good antidote to certain fundamental realities: funds are limited, books go unread, tumble out of print, serve as doorstops—all too effectively I might add; the greatest libraries of civilizations burn down, suns collapse…And each life is limited…there is only so much reading that one can consume in the course of a lifetime…”

HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

Doug Holder/Ibbetson Update/Somerville, Mass/Feb. 2009

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

From the Paris of New England: Interviews with Poets and Writers by Doug Holder (click on to order)





From the Paris of New England: Interviews with Poets and Writers
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A series of interviews with poets and writers that took place in the "Paris of New England," (Somerville, Mass.) Doug Holder the founder of the small literary press "Ibbetson Street" conducted interviews on his Somerville Community Access TV Show "Poet to Poet: Writer to Writer," as well as for his literary column in The Somerville News, and at the Wilderness House Literary Retreat, founded by his friend Steve Glines. Poets and writers included in this volume are Mark Doty, Tom Perrotta, Pagan Kennedy, Claire Messud, Lan Samantha Chang, Afaa Michael Weaver, Lois Ames, Steve Almond, and many more... There is also some striking photography by Elsa Dorfman and other photographers in this collection. Included is an introduction by Michael Basinski, curator of the University of Buffalo Poetry Collection...

Renowned African American poets Afaa Michael Weaver and Major Jackson to be in a filmed public discussion at Somerville Community Access TV

Major Jackson

Afaa Michael Weaver




Renowned African American poets Afaa Michael Weaver and Major Jackson to be in a filmed public discussion at Somerville Community Access TV April 2 7PM Channel 3
MODERATOR: Gloria Mindock




Renowned African American poets Afaa Michael Weaver and Major Jackson to be in a filmed public discussion at Somerville Community Access TV. It will be moderated by Gloria Mindock of the "Cervena Barva Press"

( Somerville, Mass.)

Doug Holder, founder of the independent literary press “Ibbetson Street,” and the host of the Somerville Community Access TV Show “Poet to Poet: Writer to Writer” has started the process of organizing a public discussion featuring renowned African American poets Afaa Michael Weaver (http://afaamweaver.com) and Major Jackson (http://www.majorjackson.com) on April 2, 2009 ( Poetry Month)

Somerville poet Afaa Michael Weaver has won the prestigious PUSHCART PRIZE (2008) for his poem “American Income,” published in POETRY magazine and in his collection "Plum Flower Dance" ( U/Pitt Press.)

Henry Louis Gates, historian and professor at Harvard University writes of Weaver:

"Afaa Michael Weaver is one of the most significant poets writing today. With its blend of Chinese spiritualism and American groundedness, his poetry presents the reader (and the listener, for his body of work is meant to be read aloud) with challenging questions about identity, about how physicality and spirit act together or counteract each other to shape who we are in the world. His attention to the way language works is rare, and the effects of that attention on his poetry are distinctive and expansive."




Major Jackson is the author of two collections of poetry: Hoops (Norton: 2006) and Leaving Saturn (University of Georgia: 2002), winner of the 2000 Cave Canem Poetry Prize and finalist for a National Book Critics Circle Award. Hoops was a finalist for an NAACP Image Award in the category of Outstanding Literature - Poetry. He has received critical attention in The Boston Globe, Christian Science Monitor, Parnassus, Philadelphia Inquirer, and on National Public Radio's 'All Things Considered.' His poems have appeared in the American Poetry Review, Boulevard, Callaloo, The New Yorker, Post Road, Poetry, Triquarterly, among other literary journals and anthologies. He is a recipient of a Whiting Writers' Award and has been honored by the Pew Fellowship in the Arts and the Witter Bynner Foundation in conjunction with the Library of Congress. Last year, he served as a creative arts fellow at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study at Harvard University and as the Jack Kerouac Writer-in-Residence at University of Massachusetts-Lowell. Major Jackson is an Associate Professor of English at University of Vermont and a core faculty member of the Bennington Writing Seminars. He is the current poetry editor of the Harvard Review

A description of the discussion is as follows:

“Two Generations of Black Male Poets/
Two Sets of Eyes on the Urban Landscape

Afaa Weaver & Major Jackson

In a public chat in the SCAT television studios in Somerville,
these two poets share the experience of their lives as black
men who came of age in large American cities, Baltimore
and Philadelphia. They discuss the music, visual art, and
literature that were influential in their times, from The Temptations
to Grandmaster Flash and Chuck D, from Ron Milner
to Susan Lori Parks, and more. They share intimate moments
in their lives and some of their own work as well as that
of poets they know and admire in an evening setting in the
burgeoning artistic community north of Cambridge to be
recorded in front of the live audience.



Contact: Doug Holder: dougholder@post.harvard.edu for more information.

Sunday, February 08, 2009

Reviews of two new poetry collections by Suzanne Owens



Over the Edge by Suzanne Owens
Pudding House Publications, 2007

Reviews by Barbara Thomas


Suzanne Owens first poem is a poignant reflection of her childhood and the event of her father’s betrayal greatly influences the trajectory of her life. “This is what I remember…I keep hidden, as silent as a pocket knife, trying to carve the truth”. She brings back the anguish both she and her mother feel and continues this theme in “Keeping My Mother’s Tears” using the symbol of the music box. “I don’t want my mother’s tears to reign on me…I have my own box now, a strong box, hidden away. “ Her poetry is evocative without being sentimental. She tells the truth of betrayal and tragedy as it is. Other poems document her mother’s decline and the continuing tone is a deep sadness. After her mother’s death, she writes about her son in “Mites versus Pee Wees”. In this poem about a mother’s concern, the metaphor of a hockey game adds a new vigor, “Did I forget your white horse…Have I dressed you in armor too soft for this battle?” The reader is in the game too hoping he wins. In the wonderful last poem the poet takes us to another sphere as she reflects on life and death. “But if the history of the earth is an hour, and we have existed no longer than a millisecond…I ask you why, why do we unlock our souls to write of it with music.” And in this book Suzanne does write about her deepest experiences with music that invokes us to listen.

Harvesting Ice by Suzanne Owens

Finishing Line Press, 2008
In her latest book ‘’In Harvesting Ice”, Suzanne Owens reveals at this stage of her live, she is open for love, but reluctant. “I am territorial, and I don’t find it easy to give away my heart.” In “Thirst” she faces her fear when she finds “her files trashed and her life suddenly empty. ‘’ And then takes us on a journey thru various relationships, and moves before she finds home again.
As in her first book, she writes without sentimentality ; her language precisely capturing intense emotion. She is skillful in weaving imagery and form which make the poems memorable. Many times her imagery startles as in “Gone The Cross-Country”. “ I will be grass growing, and water. Even now, a tree is pumping my blood. ‘’ “Matinee”, captures her ongoing spirit of hope in spite of adversity and this thread of optimism resonates throughout the book. “ All we can keep, small splendors sealed in our heads: a few words voiced or read: the bridge of flowers, thunder, arms thrown out in a welcome gesture. “

*Barbara Thomas is a writer residing in Cambridge,Mass. She worked for many years as an English teacher in the Boston Public Schools. She is a member of the literary organization the "Bagel Bards" that meets in Somerville, Mass.

Barbara Bialick's Review of Carol Frith's, Looking for Montrose Street



Barbara Bialick's Review of Carol Frith's, Looking for Montrose Street (Finishing Line Press of Georgetown, Kentucky http://finishinglinepress.com)

Carol Frith’s chapbook, Looking for Montrose Street, is a good and powerful little work, that expresses how memories of those we love who are gone stay with us. “The mind will go back to the stream it’s used to.”

Using both poetry forms and vivid imagery, she reveals how memory is both a constant part of and disconnected from the present. Parents, aunts, and relatives like David “pursue” her. Indeed, even the 1950s are awake and alive in her mind.

I got déjà vu reading“Waxed Linoleum”: “The plaster is delaminating on the wall,/ blue flicker of a fifties’ television set/…shining blue as the Honeymooners at 8 P.M.” as her father “rigid” (like someone dead) sits in his “Naugahyde recliner…”‘The poems highlight both the power and fragility of memory, in such phrases as a “Ferris wheel of air…” or “I feel my skin remember you in fragments”. The theme of this book could be: “the mind will go back to the stream it’s used to drowning in…”

Carol Frith, of Sacramento, California, is co-editor with poet Laverne Frith, her husband, of Ekphrasis, “which publishes poems addressing individual works of art.”This chapbook is part of the New Women’s Voices Series of Finishing Line Press of Georgetown, Kentucky. She may be “new”, but she is also an ancient and wise voice I recommend you read.

* Barbara Bialick/Author of Time Leaves,from Ibbetson Street Press

Reversals in Love: On the Platform/Sur Le Quai, a one-act play by



Reversals in Love: On the Platform/Sur Le Quai, a one-act play by
Denis Emorine, translated by Brian Cole

Article by Michael Todd Steffen


The Princess in the fairytale is playing with a ball and the ball rolls into a well.
A Frog hops up onto the well and announces that he (grnouille, “she” in French) will retrieve the ball for the Princess if the Princess will take the Frog back to live in the King’s palace with her. I may restore something precious for you (no less than your whole world in the globe of the ball), but for a promise. Once the Princess has her ball back, she doesn’t want to keep the Frog hanging around, though he follows her back to the castle to make things miserable for her anyway.
This see-saw up-and-down and back-and-forth shift in roles between lovers is enacted in the very strange play On the Platform by Denis Emorine.
At their initial greeting at the station waiting for a train from Paris, the young lady Laure holds the upper hand, with her youth and engagement to the young man she awaits. Marek is a middle-age man who appears to want to dissuade Laure of her certainty in young love in order perhaps to have a chance at a romance with her himself. The situation is classic, Samuel Beckett in Sunday clothes. Marek is 45ish, uncertain of his profession, expressive of a desire for a less certain set of circumstances—for the incredible intervention of love?
Laure is not yet 20 years old, awaiting her fiancé to arrive on a train from Paris, quite happy with life’s uncertainties and serendipity, possibilities and adventures.
Another twist: Laure is a native French person (Western European). She has an enthusiasm for her freedom and its potential to blossom.
Marek is “of Polish extraction” with some bitterness. He despairs of or disdains her idealism, and appears to want to undermine Laure’s commitment to her fiancé.

MAREK: …By the way, who is Julien?

LAURE (smiling): I already told you. The man I love.

MAREK: You didn’t say that. You said “my fiancé”.

LAURE: Well?

MAREK: It’s not the same thing!

The delayed train from Paris arrives. Julien is not on this train. Laure claims that her fiancé is only late, that he must have missed this train and will be on the next one.
When the play takes a bizarre turn.
Enigmatically Marek announces to Laure that he is “The Messenger.” Laure is baffled. As Marek insists that he is “The Messenger” we sense the strange shift. Laure loses confidence:

LAURE: I really do not understand you. Now you make me
afraid! Don’t look at me with those eyes!...

The advantage of the situation has shifted with his strange announcement and her fear. The Princess doesn’t want the Frog to come home with her.
As we read to the end of the play, we find that Marek is possessed of a prophetic gift, he is an angel or Orson Well’s third man. He knows already that Julien has been killed trying to jump onto the train back in Paris. Laure has been called to a window in the train station as the play ends. In the background she can be seen slumping and falling into the arms of “two men.”
On the Platform is written in choice demotic French—Y’ en a marre…Fusillez-moi tout ca…But also, Les années bien remplies passent si vite. D’autres comptent double sur l’échelle du temps… Emorine is a prize-winning poet who has attained a wonder theatrical patience for timing. The translation by Brian Cole, another award winner from London, is superb.
Everything the play offers is fine, yet strange, strange in a way I believe which announces a silence. Works of art now and then use little tricks to get what is an invisible idea to the public in an acceptable way. It is Emorine’s prop of the surprise of “The Messenger” that leads us to wonder at a fecund silence. Did Marek have Julien killed? I like better to wonder whether Laure isn’t an escapee from a psych ward and Marek is playing the situation ever so delicately and roundly to bring her back in. But ultimately the author has left something personal to each reader with this wonderful play, their curiosity to decide what happens next. It is a well-hosted read, and don’t miss the choral effect of the other three passengers waiting on the platform.


On the Platform/Sur le Quai by Denis Emorine and translated by Brian Cole includes the French text. It is priced at $14.00 from Cervena Barva Press/
P.O. Box 440357/W. Somerville, MA 02144-3222/www.cervenabarvapress.com
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Saturday, February 07, 2009

English Poet David Caddy on Hugh Fox's "Way, Way Off the Road" ( Ibbetson Street Press)




SHWA 19: A Note on Hugh Fox --- from: http://davidcaddy.blogspot.com

Hugh Fox, one of the co-founders of the Committee of Small Magazine Editors & Publishers (COSMEP) network, has been an abiding and colourful presence on the small press scene for forty years. COSMEP was founded at Berkeley in November 1968, by a generation born in the Thirties, to foster the post-Beat boom in small press publishing. Closely linked to Sixties counter-culture, the founders of COSMEP were interested in breaking down social, psychological, personal and literary barriers. Hugh Fox has continued on this route unabated, combining an academic career with his small press activity. He wrote an acclaimed book on pre-Columbian religion and edited, Ghost Dance, an international quarterly of experimental poetry from 1968 until 1995 that featured Latin American and outsider poets. He is a poet of exuberant mental states and shifting voices. He has published more than one hundred books of poetry and is one of those poets that is forever looking and moving forward. The direct opposite of, for example, the English poet, Philip Larkin, who published only five books and was predominantly introspective. Widely read with an inquisitive mind, Fox’s poetry exudes the spirit of opening the doors of perception and its arc of development is outwards towards the new.

His work jumps from perception to perception, allusion to allusion, drawing upon vast knowledge in literature, history, archaeology, anthropology and languages and experience. Like Charles Olson, Fox works on a grand scale, seeking out a universality and global and or comparative perspective. Fox, though, is more divergent than Olson and works in shorter units. He is a beguiling poet, continually experimenting with different techniques and personae and using cultural, historical, autobiographical and linguistic references to open out meaning and ways of being.
It is this constant quest of moving forward, onwards to the next technical problem, book, chapbook, and a desire to publish with independent presses that he shares with his English contemporaries associated with The English Intelligencer newsletter started in 1968 and the Association of Little Presses, founded in 1966.

Quoting from Fox’s own autobiographical comment, he writes:

‘After attending grammar school with the Irish nuns at Saint Francis de Paulo school in Chicago, and then high school with the Christian Brothers of Ireland (not just the regular Christian Brothers), the pre-med and medicine at Loyola University in Chicago, then a switch to English, a Ph.D. in American Literature from the Univ. of Illinois and marriage to a Peruvian who was mostly Indian and getting involved with the mythologies of the ancient world, making discoveries no one had ever dreamed of before (like discovering Phoenician writing all over the pottery and ruins of the Mochica Indians in Peru and the Yopi Indians in Mexico, discovering Sumerian writing on pots in ancient Bolivia), and then becoming a Jew after I discovered that the ‘Czech’ grandmother who had raised me was really Jewish too ...’ (Hugh Fox – Defiance Higganum Hill Books 2007 page 88) Note the emphasis upon discovery and the movement from one discipline to another, from one religion to another. His second wife was from Kansas and his third is a Brazilian MD. From the same autobiographical note, we read ‘When in Spain or Latin America he is usually identified as an Argentinean.’

His memoir, Way, Way Off The Road (Ibbetson Street Press 2006) sheds light on what he terms the invisible post-Beat hippie generation of poets. It’s full of vignettes of poets and literary figures and criss-crosses over time and place in a collage of stories.

Fox is fascinated with the roots of individual identity and language that is backed up by research in Peru, Columbia, Chile, Mexico and Trinidad, a facility in several languages and the first critical studies of Charles Bukowski and Lyn Lifshin. He was attracted to Bukowski’s non-academic, non-Latinate English and its lack of pretension and Lifshin’s sense of isolation that he links to her father’s hidden Jewishness. (Way, Way Off The Road pp 10, 101-6, 128-134) He admires both for their artistic integrity and yet sees their outsider status as masks. The same perspective can be applied to Fox’s poetry. For he also plays the outsider card and similarly employs masks. The most notable of which is his alter ego, Connie Fox, which he played out in dress and print. (See Connie Fox’s Blood Cocoon: Selected Poems Presa Press 2005) The creation and writing of an active female self with a life and history can be seen as an extension or unfurling of the creative self and a movement against another barrier or plain exhibitionism. Certainly he has remained true to the post-April 1968 Berkeley sensibility of the gypsy poet vagabond and continues his outward journey of discovery and the books continue to appear at a prolific rate.

His Brazilian poems, Finalmente / Finally translated from the Portuguese into English by Glanna Luschei (Solo Press 2007) has been followed by Nunca Mais / Never Again (Cornerstone Press 2008) a series of sequentially numbered first person narratives that places the perceiving self within the living culture of Florianopolis, Brazil. It is a subjective study of the body in flight, crippled and fighting against the ravages of time and the backdrop of a holiday from Michigan to distant relatives.

23

Teresa walking slowly with her cane,
talking about “I…I…I…w…w…would..I…I…
like…to go t…t…t..to…the..b…b…bathroom,”
her son who spoke perfect English last
year yesterday told me (eating coconut
sweets) “I’ve already forgotten everything,”
his sweetheart, Neiva, has a son from another
guy..the commandments here:

1. More coffee,
2. More butterflies,
3. Papaya,
4. News on the TV,
5. Clothes,
6. Free time,
7. Sea,
8. Hills,
9. Grilled beef,
10. Eternities.

The movement here from pathos to bathos gives extra depth and humour to a sequence that effortlessly sprawls across intercultural relations into philosophical
probing. Fox positions words to employ their full meaning in poems and in so doing makes easy poems more complex and brings in a wider range of reference, as here:

16

Lovers Day tomorrow – the TV shows
kisses,
kisses,
kisses,
men lifting women over to beds, me
castrated like a monkey from another planet,
trying to learn how to be a human being
in the middle of assassinated sons, drugs,
rifles, cocaine, cocaine, cocaine,
communion / the body of Christ in
the twenty-first century

Coca = Herb
and herbas are natural products of the earth.

The tone of casual reportage begins to unwind towards the end of the sequence.

54

The church channel on TV, hypnotizing,
Hail Mary to the computers, hail to
to the TV with a thousand channels,
hail to the cost of gas going up, hail
to the motorcycles that go like bullets
and use less gas, hail to inflation
lowering the salaries and raising prices,
hail to all the faces in the world together,
no differences because of color or language,
or the name of the tribe, waiting for Jesus
to come back again, and for the difference
between heaven and earth to disappear
forever. Amen.

‘Hail’ here of course can be pellets of frozen rain, to greet enthusiastically and to acclaim as the reader knows and thus the tone of the poem is both enhanced and potentially mocked. As the news and films of violence escalates, the narrator becomes more isolated by thoughts of mortality and this eventually leads to a poetic implosion.

64

My poetry itself begins to
undo itself, the intellectual-
creative landscape undoing
itself and the philosophical
richness of the present moment
here re-becoming the great
emptiness of my life (almost
over) there.

This reinforces the Bukowskian theme of the body with teasing comic puns in the bracketed ‘almost’ and line broken ‘over’ coalescing thoughts of mortality into the kind of self-pity that Bukowski would have ridiculed. Fox employs a knowing self that seeks to embrace the world as fully as possible and calls upon the full gamut of emotional responses within a continually evolving exploration of identity.

***David Caddy Poet, Writer, Critic. Caddy edits the international literary magazine, Tears in the Fence. My most recent books are Man in Black (Penned In The Margins 2007), London: City of Words (Blue Island 2006) and The Willy Poems (Clamp Down Press 2004). I also write the occasional episode of Middle Ditch, the internet drama serial.

* To order a copy send $19 ( includes postage and handling ) to Doug Holder 25 School St. Somerville, Mass. 02143

REBUILDING THE PYRAMIDS: Poems of Healing in a Sick World by Mike Amado



REBUILDING THE PYRAMIDS:
Poems of Healing in a Sick World
by Mike Amado, Ibbetson Street Press, 2008

Review by Marguerite Guzmán Bouvard

Mike Amado’s extraordinary book redeems society from its deliberate efforts to render illness, death and suffering invisible. It explores and reveals the three sides of living with End State Kidney Disease: Dis_Ease, the reality of medical practices that often make a person feel like an organ, Coping, the dailiness of living while facing death, and Healing. The latter shares Amado’s extraordinary celebration and contemplation of his spirit and soul as well as his understanding of his connection to the life of our earth. He understands that our lives are extraordinarily complex, that our dealings with the medical profession are often frustrating, that we gain perspective and wisdom while dealing with what seem like overwhelming problems.

It is astonishing that such a young person, a man in his early thirties, can give us such a clear perception of the problems of dealing with the medical profession, a practice overrated by the healthy. In the first section of his book his poem TALES FROM THE CHAIR, Amado explores the pain of his treatment and expands it into metaphysics.

“Many smiles
in scrubs would say:
You look good as
Self-esteem drains
three times a week.

Catheters draw Chi
from body tissues.
Technicians say:
We’re removing excess
fluid, it can kill you.

The poem ends with a view of the universe that encompasses the tragedy that affects humanity around the world and is inspired by a power that is deeply personal.

The world is burned fields,
heavens evaporate,
angels, hit with layoffs,
leap from skyscrapers,
their bodies never found.

One of the most moving poems in this section, TO THE WOMB connects Amado’s suffering with his reentry into earth and sky. The third stanza lifts us into a spiritual and enlightened world that accepts scars, silence, graves and the many paths to eternity.

There runs a river I call sky,
Horizon names me. My mind disembarks,
I enter the Earth that I call Mother.
Dry shores soaked by waves.

Mother, my body is scars over scars.
I lay in a medical grave of cold,
White sheets, silent call buttons.
Your song disappears.

Mother, meet me in the water
with my cast-off flesh,
see if we choose to let go

or wake up. Mother,
open me to let in more light.
Your womb shapes snowflake stars.

Heart-wisdom swells in a sliver of a breath,
I know now my name:
I rise on Serpent’s head to bring to the sky
The orange crescent amid the webbed stars!

The section COPING reveals the inability of the medical profession to deal with the pain of illness and dying. In the poem, DOCTOR, DOCTOR, Amado responds to the shallowness revealed by the so- called healing profession. The end of this long poem is a stage where the physician and the patient argue over how to confront reality.

May I chose the road that ascends,
self-assertive,
but not sterile?
No, you may not.
Like landscaping and plumbing,
medical science is here to provide a service!
All we give is all we have.
…And not all I need.
My life in medical hands does not demand
I dream your reality.
Patient, stop your dreaming,
Fill out this annual smiley-faced survey.
And on the survey, I wrote
I have filled up many suggestion boxes
with dead forests. My T-shirt reads:
I survived a “failed” transplant
and all I got was this brochure.


One of his loveliest poems in the final section, THE FIRST EMANATION OF LIGHT helps us experience his dialysis and his pain, but ends with these affirming lines, “Cells/ are micro-Gods. /They thwart the darkness, /this harvest season/ that promises burial. / Cells secretly invent light.

In this section Amado’s spirit is alive and intense, burning with light as well as agony. His poem MY MANTRA is wider than prayer, is already a soul that has shed its bodily limitations and is soaring. “What sustains me trembles /with curiosity/ The whistle of a humming bird/ and the tongue of a Spider Flower/ in perfect pitch. / What sustains me/ could be a mantra/ “Remember, Transcend, Reclaim, Ascend”/Remember: who you are/ where you come from/ Transcend: your limitations. / Reclaim your inner wisdom/ and…Ascend!.

This book belongs in hospitals and doctors’ offices to heal the isolation of the seriously ill. It also belongs in medical schools so that physicians can deepen their understanding as well as bring wisdom to their patients. Most importantly, it is a collection of prayers and a celebration. Truth usually emerges from small, secret places, from the extraordinary range of personal experience. Thus, this book is a wonderful guide that helps us all understand the hidden dimensions of life.


*********To order go to: http://lulu.com/ibbetsonpress

Marguerite Guzman Bouvard/ Ibbetson Update/Feb 2009




* Reviewer Marguerite Guzman Bouvard was for many years a professor of Political Science at Regis College and a director of poetry workshops. She is multidisciplinary and has published 15 books, numerous articles in the fields of political science, psychology, literature and poetry. Both her poetry and essays have been widely anthologized. She has received fellowships at the Radcliffe Institute, the Wellesley College Center for Research on Women and from the Puffin Foundation. She has been a writer in residence at the University of Maryland and has had residencies at the MacDowell Colony the Yaddo Foundation, the Djerassi Foundation, the Leighton Artists’ colony at the Banff Centre for the Performing Arts, and the Virginia Center for the Creative Arts.

Friday, February 06, 2009

The Darkness Above. Selected Poems: 1968-2002. by Donald Lev



The Darkness Above. Selected Poems: 1968-2002. by Donald Lev ( Red Hill Outloud Books POBOX 86 Claryville, NY 12725)

Donald Lev, the founder of the venerable New York-based literary tabloid “The Home Planet News” has a new collection of his “ancient” poetry out ,as he described it in a note to me.

The poems in this book go back forty years. If I remember correctly this was the time of my first Robert Hall suit and my Bar Mitzvah. I’ve met Lev at a couple of gatherings at Poet’s House in NYC, and he impresses me as the proverbial, old school, New York, bohemian, poet.

Lev is in his seventies and in his time operated the Home Planet News Bookshop in the Lower East Side, had a brief stint as an underground actor most notably in “Putney Swope,” was a regular poetry contributor to the Village Voice, worked the wire rooms of the Daily News and the New York Times, to name a few gigs.

The poems presented in “The Darkness Above…” are chockfull of wit, irony, kosher chicken hearts, Westchester County, astrology, spirituality, that is to say a very wide swath. It sort reminds me of the poetry of my old pal Hugh Fox—although Fox dwells more in the long and rambling form.

In the poem “Higgins Again” Lev compares an old wino falling off his stool as a metaphor for the poet trying to perfect a poem night after night:

higgins again
why?
Pat Higgins was an old man, used to be
an elevator operator at the
Forest Hills Inn
and used to sit in
Marshall’s Bar night after night till closing time
drinking beer and stout and
talking to himself
he fell off his stool a
couple of times
before he died
Why
night after night do I
attempt this poem?

In “Thoughts on Allen Ginsberg” Lev writes about his mentor , and in turns defines his own artistic life and vision:

“…but he for me somehow was always
a permitting presence.
i’d scan the universe for hints on how
a jewish dropout in America, reluctant to leave queens,
makes poems:
the way ads read, ferlinghetti’s lines, Dylan
Thomas’s resonant consonants, the way
things looked stones…”

Recommended.

Doug Holder/Ibbetson Update/Feb. 2009/Somerville, Mass.

Thursday, February 05, 2009

Bagel Bard Gloria Mindock to Tour Romania in Spring on Book Tour for "At The Heaven's Gate"


Gloria Mindock’s book, “At the Heaven’s Gates” will be published by Cogito Press in Oradea, Romania. with translation by Flavia Cosma.

The editor/publisher, Mr. Ioan Tepelea will write the introduction in her book. Mr. Tepelea has published Gloria’s poetry before in an anthology called “Murmur of Voices” and in the magazine he publishes called, UNU: REVISTA DE CULTURA.

Gloria and her translator are planning a book tour with her publisher in Romania in May of this year.

Tuesday, February 03, 2009

Ibbetson Street Press Poets Lisa Beatman and Elizabeth Quinlan nominated for St. Botolph Arts Award!


ELIZABETH QUINLAN



LISA BEATMAN







Lisa Beatman author of: “Manufacturing America” Elizabeth Quinlan author of: “Promise Supermarket”

Ibbetson Street Poets Lisa Beatman and Elizabeth Quinlan Nominated for St. Botolph Arts Grant.


Dear Friend of the Arts:

The Saint Botolph Club Foundation now in its 45th year, has provided more than 300 grants to artists in New England. Grants are awarded in three disciplines: literature, music, and the visual arts.


History of Club

The St. Botolph Club was founded in Boston on January 10, 1880 following the circulation of a letter sent to some three hundred prominent male citizens. Signed by Henry Cabot Lodge, Francis Parkman, the club's first president, Phillips Brooks, William Dean Howells and seven others, the invitation proposed a club which would feature an art gallery with monthly exhibitions open to the public, a reading room, and rooms for general use. Its purpose, as noted in the club constitution, was established for the "promotion of social intercourse among authors, artists, and other gentlemen connected with or interested in literature and art."

Modeled after New York's Century Club, the newly founded club debated over its name, finally deciding on the St. Botolph, the patron saint of Boston (a corruption of St. Botolph's Town in Lincolnshire, England).

The organization's first quarters were located at 87 Boylston St. The club resided in two other locations, 2 Newbury St. (later 4 Newbury St.) and 115 Commonwealth Ave. before securing its current location, 199 Commonwealth Ave. in 1971.
In addition to social intercourse, the club offered its members a variety of activities. Sunday afternoons were reserved for concerts. "Smoke talks," lectures which surveyed politics, science, social issues, and the arts, began in 1883.

Monday, February 02, 2009

no one gains weight in the shoulders by leah angstman




no one gains weight in the shoulders by leah angstman


alternating current
p.o.box 398058
cambridge, ma 02139
alt.current@gmail.com
alt-current.com

leah angstman uses lower case and in this case her small book of political poems, (mostly political), resounds in upper case.

“whose words are like cancer
and candy squeezed up
into cellophane together
as one glistening pitched package
marketed to a
cavitied and chemo’ed
shopper in a
tidy book aisle”…

some of angstman’s poem titles: ‘the eager spring of politicking; electronic love; airports; the bored wife; and someone else’s war. angstman fuels her poems with a generation of overeaters and excessive greed.

“wars
are better left to emperors
and dictators
of high degree
than presidents
of these united states

attempting to be
the paradox of dictator
and fdr
in one tight
honey herb spinach wrap

wars
are better fought
on home turfs
where we are not
strangers or outsiders
or unwelcome

but know the soil
we trod
and the temple
we burn

the chapbook is 4 ½ x 5 inches in size, but large in content and it is not for the light headed/hearted reader. the reader/activist will find powerful recommendations, observations and a sprinkle of love, angst and self reality.

“there is a bar
in boston
that bookwork would not
tough
with the great wall of china
would not gaze upon
a namesake
of tongue and cheek
solutions to alcoholism
buk would
celebrate his beer no
his alcoholism…”


------- Irene Koronas

Sunday, February 01, 2009

The Distance Between Two Hands by Greg Watson




The Distance Between Two Hands ($9.00) (March Street Press) by Greg Watson
www.marchstreetpress.com


Review by Pam Rosenblatt

Greg Watson has recently published his sixth poetry book called The Distance Between Two Hands (2008), published by March Street Press. The five other books include
Things You Will Never See Again (2006), Pale Light from a Distant Room (2004), Cold Water Memory (2001), Annmarie Revisions (2000) (chapbook), Open Door, Open Wall 1998) (chapbook).

The cover of The Distance Between Two Hands is a tranquil scene portrayed through a photograph by Sandy Anderson who has taken snapshot of the long sleeves of a person’s black shirt, sweater, or jacket. These sleeves expose a person’s folded hands resting on a pair of knees covered by dungarees. The hidden, unknown person sits in a very green, grassy area. In this simple scene, Watson suggests a religious nature that The Distance Between Two Hands holds in its fifty- eight pages. The reader finds herself intrigued to read the book, and all five chapters at that.

What you probably will discover while reading this book is that Watson isn’t your typical poet who writes your typical poetry, whether his poems be romantic love poems or element poems (earth, wind, fire, water). Through the use of descriptive imagery, he is able to capture everyday observations in imaginative, creative, sometimes minimalist ways. His poems are often erotic. Sometimes they are frightening. Often the unexpected happens. Sometimes images are conjured but don’t necessarily make sense in that particular context. Other times, Watson lets us into his mind’s eye with absolute clarity and pleasure. And, I think, all of these tactics make for an interesting, thought-provoking, sometimes eye-opening book.

Watson writes about a lot about women with scars, men and women in love, and the speaker in love as well. The speaker tells about journeys of “passengers on separate trains”(p. 25) , “the way crowds sometimes blur in the unwavering heat of late summer—“ (p. 26) , and even “hands (which) are glass keys, the navigators of distance, weather vanes of wind, rain, and bitter heart…”. (p. 12) His romantic poetic writing style is sometimes reminiscent of Pablo Neruda, the late Chilean poet who won the Noble Prize for Literature in 1971. If you compare Neruda’s poem, “Too Many Names”, to Watson’s “The Conspiracy of Names”, you may agree.

Let’s begin the journey to understanding The Distance Between Two Hands with the opening poem “On The Highway To Lake Mille Lacs” (p. 3). In this piece, the speaker starts the reader on Watson’s journey of self-realization and inner peace. The speaker immediately says, “It’s a long drive,…” He seems to be preparing us the readers for an experience that will take time, that may make

…your legs and shoulders
tense with the effort of stillness,
your hair flying like a red dress torn to ribbons,
your naked feet beautiful as lilies
against the tar-hot Naugahyde of the dash.

The speaker seems to romantically infer that his companion in this car ride isn’t that comfortable and the ride is, in fact, rather rough, as her “legs and shoulders/ (are) tense with the effort of stillness” and her “hair (is) flying like a red dress torn to ribbons”.

Even this woman’s bare feet, “naked…beautiful as lilies” are probably having a hard time “against the tar-hot Naugahyde of the dash.” Watson’s articulate word choices have created similes that conjure up images, distinct and visual. The reader can easily imagine the situation that has both positive and negative imagery.
The speaker seems unaffected by his companion’s plight as he reveals:

I do not speak, confining my thoughts
to the blue concave of sky,
the stone-white of highway lines,
the earthen blood of animals
tire-flattened, strewn along the roadside
like clots of ground the earth has refused.

The speaker only sees the heavens, or the “blue concave of sky” as an escape, as he looks at the “earthen blood of animals/tire-flattened, strewn along the roadside/like clots of ground the earth has refused.” Here the dead animals are like sacrifices to the “earth”, or perhaps more biblically, God. But the “earth” hasn’t accepted the sacrifices except to be “clots of ground the earth has refused.”

The change of tone is effective in the last lines of his poem. Here the speaker says,

The smell of water rises like a premonition,

subtle as dream, pervasive as sex,
that good, godless argument
we wish never to end. It is
a long drive, and for these brief moments
I have been born at the right time.

This poem is filled with concrete observations, but “The smell of water rises like a premonition,/subtle as dream” is a simile that more abstract in thought. While realizing the car is getting closer to the lake as “The smell of water rises”, the speaker admits he’s having a good journey so far and concludes the poem saying,
It is/a long drive, and for these brief moments/I have been born at the right time.”

If the reader compares Chapters One, Two, Three, Five to Chapter Four, the reader will find Watson’s expertise with different writing styles. Unlike the other chapters that contain longer stanzas and take time to read and re-read to understand, Watson has developed shorter, more economical one stanza, three line poems that are more dependent upon syllables and easy to figure out. These pieces are similar to the Haiku that has a total of seventeen syllables in each separate poem. But while Watson’s series of twenty-three poems in “Correspondence of One a sequence” (pp. 42-47) do not consist of seventeen syllables per poem but suggest momentary insights of observations through imagery and because of space between the second and the first and third lines. Here Watson’s style can be likened to Japanese poetry. Here are three “momentary insights” poems by Watson:

Morning glories
in the parking lot fence
glistening with rain (p. 42)

~ ~

Summer night—
old books in the window
swollen with rain (p. 43)

~ ~

Ssshhhhhh…
the sea returns to the sea,
the greasy moon (p. 45)

~ ~

Greg Watson’s The Distance Between Two Hands is influenced by many sources ranging from poets like Pablo Neruda to minimalism to the Bible to Asian thought and writing style, plus more. If you like a unique reading experience, this book is right for you.

Thursday, January 29, 2009

THE DREAM LIFE OF MS. DOG: ANNE SEXTON’S REVOLUTIONARY USE OF POP CULTURE by Karen Alkalay-Gut










Recently I met with professor Karen Alkalay-Gut of Tel Aviv University on the grounds of McLean Hospital. I had missed her when I was touring Israel in Dec. of 2007. I was supposed to conduct a workshop with her poetry class but there was a strike going on and it had to be called off. So it was good to catch up with her for a brief while. She is starting to research a book about poetry, poets, and mental illness, and she told me McLean is the place to start. I agree, as the hospital has been declared a literary landmark. Many a great poet paced the halls here: Lowell, Plath, Sexton, Berryman, to name just a few. She sent me an article that I decided to post on the Boston Area Small Press and Poetry Scene that deals with the poet Anne Sexton and her use of Pop Culture in her work.





THE DREAM LIFE OF MS. DOG:
ANNE SEXTON’S REVOLUTIONARY USE OF POP CULTURE

Karen Alkalay-Gut




Words in a poem, sounds in movement, rhythm in space, attempt to recapture personal meaning in personal time and space from out of the sights and sounds of a depersonalised, dehumanised world. They are bridgeheads into alien territory. They are acts of insurrection.
R.D. Laing (37)

It might be difficult to conceive of Anne Sexton as building ‘bridgeheads into alien territory.’ Indeed, despite her popularity she is often perceived as a kind of victim, and until very recently, much of the criticism of Anne Sexton’s poetry focused primarily upon her scandalous and disturbed life. This is particularly true in the decade following Diane Middlebrook’s sensational biography (Middlebrook 1991) which suggests that Sexton’s work only leads back to a hallucinatory woman controlled by her madness and aberrations. But in the following pages I wish to argue just that: through the use of popular culture Anne Sexton attempts a revolution, a reconception of herself as well as the contemporary concepts of art and identity.

Because so many readers discuss the difficulty of separating Sexton’s life from her work, the devaluation of her life would in itself be a great obstacle to the understanding of her poetry. But just as it is difficult to imagine actually contextualizing her very personal voice in an additional or alternative framework to her biography, an alternative analysis seems irrelevant to her extraordinary poetry of the self. The usual paths into her poetry just don’t seem to lead anywhere else than her self, and although we can identify the literary allusions, the psychoanalytic innuendoes, the feminist statements and the abject confessions, they fail to explain the attraction of her work. This is particularly true of her later poetry, which defies traditional methods of reading – not because the poems are impenetrable, but because they initially appear raw, associative, and replete with ostensible nonsense.

But nonsense is by nature comparative and relative, and depends upon an alternative rationale. Often Sexton’s apparent non sequiturs can be discovered to be heard parts of dialogue, and Joanna Gill has recently discussed this as an intentional strategy in “Hurry Up Please, It’s Time.” Gill argues that “the poem enters into a critical dialogue with Eliot's “The Waste Land,” making sophisticated and purposive use of multiple personae, self-reflexively contemplating questions about memory, language, and subjectivity, and juxtaposing private introspection and public display.” (Gill 2003, 41). This argument is strong, and indicates that Sexton’s work is not simply spun from the self, but that literary allusions and contexts are significant throughout her poetry.

Sexton's poem refers to the Old and New Testaments of the Bible, to the Sibyls of classical mythology, and to Buddhist texts. Like Eliot's "The Hollow Men," her poem inserts incomplete fragments of prayer or Gospel, borrowing a line from the Book of Common Prayer ("Forgive us, Father, for we know not") which is, itself, a borrowing from the Gospels ("Father, forgive them; for they know not what they do" [Luke 23.34]). In both poems, these allusions are typographically set apart, as though to imply that they are spoken as an aside, or that we are in the presence of several simultaneous voices or levels of contemplation. That the quotations in both cases are incomplete suggests failure and confusion, and foreshadows the lack of resolution in the text as a whole. Sexton's poem juxtaposes the intense and mystical and the superficial and mocking, hence the refrain "La de dah" which mimics Eliot's "Weialala leia / Wallala leialala" and in so doing subverts its serious and incantatory potential. Indeed, Sexton's line parodies the presumptuous erudition of Eliot's phrase, mimicking its intonation and transforming it into a slang reference to snobbery (Gill 2003, 43).

Gill’s work is a powerful step forward in lending validity to Sexton’s language, imagery, and purpose and countering the constant accusation concerning what David Trinidad calls “the blatant deterioration of her talent,” echoing numerous other critics and poets. However, Gill’s context remains a literary one, one to which Sexton can not be confined, and although Gill notes Sexton’s references to "jello," "milk," "juice," and "peanut butter" and the subsequent identification of America “with consumption and thus inevitably with expulsion,” there is a far greater and more significant context of popular culture within which Sexton places herself.

If, for example, we trace the snatches of pop culture that permeate this pivotal poem, “Hurry Up Please, It’s Time,”* the poem becomes part of a dialogue with contemporary social contexts. References to the comic film of Walter Mitty, suggestions of the comic strip Gasoline Alley, and verses from a quintessential pop song by Al Jolson (with significant hiatuses) create a larger social scaffolding, and the many literary and social allusions emerge as integral parts of developing dialogues. This substantive use of the popular arts obfuscates the distinctions between levels and degrees of culture, and favors instead the original, ‘mad’ lateral thinking of the eccentric individual who is more driven by the need to comprehend contemporary existence and less by the need to be accommodated by and to transform a literary canon. In this way the exploration in the poem becomes far more intimate, unique, and genuine. This approach is aided by some of the concepts of R.D. Laing’s existential explanation of schizophrenia and society in his popular classic, The Politics of Experience, with the intention of a general, cultural quest out of a stratified and unsatisfying culture into unknown territory.

The choice to use various elements of popular culture is critical. Although films are often employed by Sexton's contemporaries, they are usually references to ‘art films,’ such as films by Goddard in poetry by Adrienne Rich, or the classic film of “Dracula” at the conclusion of Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy” or even Sexton’s own use of Carl Dreyer’s The Passion of Joan of Arc in the final verse of “Her Kind.” These references lend a patina of intellectual respectability to the image, whether the immediate reference is ‘caught’ or not. In the earlier poem “Her Kind,” for instance, the allusion to Joan of Arc bestows upon the speaker a sainted identity even while it confirms a social definition of madness:

I have ridden in your cart, driver,
waving my nude arms at villages going by,
learning the last bright routes, survivor,
where your flames still bite my thigh
and my ribs crack where your wheels wind.
A woman like that is not ashamed to die.
I have been her kind. (Sexton 1999, 15)

In Sexton’s later poetry, however, the needs have changed. It is precisely the lack of respectability of film that is the issue in “Hurry Up,” since it goes against the modernist cultural hierarchy. Popular films have rarely been considered acceptable points of reference in modern poetry. When Berryman jokingly quoted Eliot, “I seldom go to films…said the Honorable Possum.”(Berryman 1964, 60), he was not referring to Eliot’s own echoes of Tristan and Isolde in “The Wasteland,” but to a general poetic prejudice. Allusions to an ephemeral genre not only tie the alluding work to a transient source that will soon disappear, but also help to create the assumption that the alluding work is no ‘better’ than the alluded work, for it too possesses a similar transience.

Even if films can be granted, the use of comic strips in the seventies would have diminished the respectable patina of the poem. Stefan Economou recently noted, “Who apart from an academic rag-picker cherishes Pogo or Krazy Kat or Gasoline Alley, even while the movies of that era are still publicly revered on 100-best lists?” (Economou). While contemporary cultural criticism may well find treasures in these strips, it is difficult to imagine a critic of the seventies taking seriously a poem with reference to these characters. But it is precisely the discrepancy between the prevailing culture and the proffered culture that is essential to the conflict in “Hurry Up,” because it is indicative of more basic conflicts both within the society and within the individual.

In the poem, “Hurry Up Please It’s Time,” Sexton sets up two polarities, the normal life and the life of fantasy and imagination, and attempts to seek meaningful existence in their relationship. Skeezix, the foundling from the comic strip “Gasoline Alley” who grew up in real time with Sexton and millions of other readers of the 20th century, is the person against whom the speaker initially places herself. He is the ‘ear’ of normality, and her repetition of the word ‘middle,’ living in Middlesex, (l. 32) and middle-class (l. 218), emphasizes this need to be connected to and accepted by the norm.

The opening confirms this need to connect the eccentric behavior of the speaker with a normal world outside. The poem begins with a response to the Hemingway remark in A Movable Feast with which the entire collection, The Death Notebooks, begins: “Look, you con man, make a living out of your death”(Sexton 1999, 348). “Hurry Up” opens with a dialogic analysis of this phrase: “What is death, I ask./ What is life, you ask” (l. 1-2). The rest of the poem addresses these issues – how to make a ‘living’ out of death. “You,” it will be determined twenty lines later, is Skeezix, who is set in opposition to the speaker, replying to the question of the speaker “What is Death?” with a suitably positive interrogatory-response, “What is Life?” This appears to be an encouragement to concentrate on the positive and realistic aspect of her inquiry. And indeed, the speaker immediately realizes the significance of this question, the distinction between ‘making a living’ and actually living, and the necessity of understanding the importance of the question concerning the nature of life. This initial response becomes the basis for the exploration of the purpose of her existence. This search for an understanding of death and its reversal in the optimistic middle-class question is the entrance into the poem.

But there are also other dimensions, such as the repeated sound of ‘pocketa-pocketa,’ the neutral engine sound that the dreamer Walter Mitty hears as he drives, always transforming its rhythm into the changing musical score for his various fantasies. He is an astronaut, a pilot, a brain surgeon. The imaginariness of his existence, if not the specific fantasies, provides Sexton with a model for the conflict between what R.D. Laing calls ego and self, social identity and personal identity. Laing’s initial premise in The Politics of Experience is of contemporary identity as essentially schizophrenic, “a split in our experience. We seem to live in two worlds, and many people are aware only of the ‘outer’ rump. As long as we remember that the ‘inner’ world is not some space ‘inside’ the body or the mind, this way of talking can serve our purpose. (It was good enough for William Blake.) The ‘inner’, then, is our personal idiom of experiencing our bodies, other people, the animate and inanimate world: imagination, dreams, phantasy, and beyond that to ever further reaches of experience”(Laing 1967, 18). Labeled by his colleague David Cooper “anti-psychiatry,” Laing’s basic theory is that the distinctions created between madness and sanity are essentially arbitrary social ones, determined by a society that finds certain behavior uncomfortable or threatening to itself, and promotes this split within the self which exists in everyone in varying degrees. In this context the discourse of madness can actually help to shed light upon the schizophrenia of modern experience. If it is possible to posit that it is the society that is mad, then the mad person may be just the one to find a sane alternative. This concept was extremely popular during the late sixties in discussions of individual and political madness and has many literary implications, but for a person certifiably insane, it must have been personally very liberating.

It is within the interrelationships between the outside world of popular culture and audience and the inner world of personal madness that the poem is attempting to maneuver. For this reason Skeezix, whose ‘father’—Walt Wallet— is the ideal combination of romantic American poet (Walt Whitman) and capitalistic metonymy, is a good ‘person’ with whom to begin a dialogue. Skeezix not only seems to be a constant companion here casually referred to mid-dialogue, but also appears in an identical offhand yet intimate manner when he opens a short prose piece of Sexton’s entitled “All God’s Children Need Radios.” The story, a series of diary entries from 1971, begins with an ambivalent address: “Thank you for the red roses. They were lovely. Listen, Skeezix, I know you didn’t give them to me, but I like to pretend you did because, as you know, when you give me something my heart faints on the pillow” (Sexton 1988, 23). While Skeezix might also refer to Sexton’s husband, Kayo (whose real nickname is also cartoon-like), or a real or an imaginary lover, this popular and imaginary identity reinforces his role of what Alicia Ostriker terms a “courage-giving alter ego,” a male muse (Ostriker 1986, 194). Skeezix provides an initial point of contact and contrast between her and the world.

Unlike the contemporary ‘fantasy’ companion, such as James Stewart’s giant rabbit, Harvey, in the1950 film of that name, Skeezix is just an average orphan, yet ‘normality’ itself is designated here as caricature and two-dimensional. It is not surprising therefore, that his usefulness as a partner for dialogue is limited and Skeezix retreats into the 3rd person and the wistful past (symbolic memories of his safeguarding the poet’s hat while she is fishing) as the poem progresses. The speaker moves from desiring the comfortable funny-page ‘average’ universe, from longing to fit into the ‘outside’ vision of the world, to craving a more basic and exciting quest of imagination. And it is something of the awareness of Walter Mitty that allows it.

“I was a nothing crouching in the closet,” Sexton told her therapist, Dr. Martin Orne, in 1961 and he replied, “Never see “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty?” [sic] (Middlebrook, Anne Sexton, 401). Although it would take her over a decade to put this reference directly into her poetry, it was very good advice. The film adaptation of “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” (1947) starring Danny Kaye varied greatly from its literary source. For Kaye’s milquetoast protagonist actually becomes a far more heroic figure than Thurber’s Both protagonists have unrealistic fantasies of fame and success, but the moral of Thurber’s story is that fantasizing makes Mitty unfit for the world. Kaye’s Mitty, on the other hand, actually has the opportunity to fulfill his wildest dreams, saving beautiful and romantic heiress Virginia Mayo from jewel thieves and his country from evil Nazi spies. Mitty’s liberation from the desperate need to make a living ultimately allows him to conceive and act upon creative moneymaking schemes, making him the superior man in all ways. Everything is reversed in this film: even the psychiatrist – who is supposed to help Mitty realize that his real romantic experiences have only been fantasies – is ‘really’ a disguised Nazi spy played by Boris Karloff. This is not only the kind of film Sexton must have seen as a teenager, but was most likely exposed to on television as an adult; and its parallel with her own madness as well as her experiences with psychiatrists, could not have failed to have significance to her.

The film of “The Secret Life of Walter Mitty” becomes significant in understanding “Hurry Up Please Its Time” and other poems from this period in a number of ways. First, the ‘pocketa-pocketa’ heard by Mitty and Sexton indicates the transformation of droning reality (and regular rhythm) into imaginative fantasy. (It is impossible to ignore the extent to which Sexton was under pressure by critics and friends to write a more controlled and regular verse. “Pocketa-pocketa” recalls this to some extent). Also, Danny Kaye’s character does more than merely dream. In an incongruous but almost exact parallel of Sexton’s later poems, Mitty discovers that his ‘real’ life does not at all suit him. He has been defined and confined by his mother, fiancée and employer, and reduced to an almost nonfunctional figure. But it is his fantasies (constantly decried by these people who try to socialize him) that prepare him to cope with the extraordinary romance-spy situation; allow him an opportunity to conceive of a totally transformed life and most significantly to fulfill this conception.

There are three categories of existence in the film: 1) there is a ‘real world’ - a middle-class existence which is stultifying. 2) There is also a fantasy world in which Mitty creates himself as hero. This world of imagination is considered by all to be detrimental to his ability to function in the ‘real world.’ 3) Finally there is a ‘real, real world’ an integrated world in which Mitty’s eccentricities and fantasies prove useful tools to transform the earlier personal inadequate reality into a more significant and productive one. In fact through the openness of mind aided by his capacity for ‘fantasy,’ Mitty not only realizes that his psychiatrist is really out to get him, proving his paranoia real, but he is able to use that knowledge to stem the danger of fascism and nascent McCarthyism. Once Mitty understands that the ‘real, real world,’ the dialogue between his fantasy and reality, is the one which integrates all of his needs and allows all of his personalities to emerge, his ability to cope with – even control and change – his stultifying life, becomes apparent. He becomes the liberated and liberating hero he has always dreamed of being. This seems to be a lesson for the speaker of “Hurry Up” – to follow through with the liberating dreams for her poetry despite the surrounding criticism, and this lesson is parallel with the development of the poem.

“Experience,” notes R. D. Laing, “may be judged to be invalidly mad or to be validly mystical. The distinction is not easy…” (Laing 1967, 108). Like Walter Mitty, what Sexton sought was to transform the use of her madness from a sensationalist one that people sympathize and identify with, to a validly mystical one that can transform reality. The basic movement in the poem can be traced through the repetition of lines from prayer, moving from repeated apologies for her helplessness to an assertion of the usefulness of her madness in society, from echoing ritualistic pleas such as “Father, forgive me…” to envisioning the possibility of helping to bring transformation. Rather than a divided self, with a total separation between the exhibitionist Ms. Dog, and the sorrowful Ann, there is an alliance. The bold Ms. Dog will be put in the service of the sincere quest for transformation.

Bring a flashlight, Ms. Dog,
and look in every corner of the brain
and ask and ask and ask
until the kingdom,
however queer,
will come.
(347-52)

If the last line of Sexton’s poem recalls Ginsberg’s 1956 poem, “America,” “I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel,” (1984: 146) it is because it also follows a similar development. The social misfit becomes the prophet. One of Laing’s biographers, John Clay, recognizing the similarities of Laing and Sexton’s vision, notes that Laing featured a poster of Breughel’s “Fall of Icarus” in his consulting room. He adds that the figure of Icarus, in the painting and in Sexton’s poem on the subject “symbolises the indifference of the ordinary world to the high-flier” (Clay 1996, 78). In their conclusions to their poems both Ginsberg and Sexton assert that it is their very aberrance, their very sense of being apart and a part of society that can contribute something redemptive. The difference here is that while Ginsberg comes to accept himself as he is in “America,” and approvingly finds that self a good and useful one in effecting change, Sexton’s conclusion appears defiantly individual despite the disapprobation of the world. The ‘ego’ who seeks approval will someday be the leader of the authentic self. Sexton’s remarks to her psychiatrist reveal the lack of confidence in this direction, while confirming that this is, indeed, her direction.

“As a poet it may be better to be crazy than to be educated. But I doubt it.” (Middlebrook, Anne Sexton, 126) The distinction made by Michel de Certeau between ‘strategies,’ a system created by an individual to function within a society of which one is a part, and ‘tactics,’ techniques of coping from within a social system in “the space of the other” (De Certeau 1984, 25) is relevant here. Sexton pledges to continue to search, but she remains alone, alienated, resolved. She is not putting her shoulder to the wheel, joining in on her own terms with society’s struggle, but is seeing herself as the outsider who saves society, as the Joan of Arc of “Her Kind,” even at the expense of her own life.

With the general structure and direction of the poem in place we can return to the subject, which is as much poetry, poetic voices and goals, as ‘life.’ The setting, established early in the poem, is the arena of the presented self, the poetry reading:

Who’s that at the podium
in black and white,
blurting into the mike?
Ms. Dog.
(79-82)

The day is slipping away, why am I
out here, what do they want? (86-87)

Sexton’s brief essay, “The Freak Show,” deals with this alienation outright, but her estrangement from her presented ‘poetry persona’ and its association with her conception of her life as a solitary dramatic presentation appears most clearly in her posthumously collected poem, “The Play.” The problem with the play, as she points out, is its monologic nature:

The curtain falls.
The audience rushes out.
It was a bad performance.
That’s because I’m the only actor
and there are few humans whose lives
will make an interesting play.
Don’t you agree? (Sexton 1999, 440-1)

In both poems isolation and estrangement are presented clearly, and to deal with these complex inquiries into identity a dialogic structure is necessary, since identity is presented as something that can only be defined by others. If there is no other, there is no me.

In “The Play,” the audience is invited to become part of the dialogue if only to judge the failure of the performance, but in “Hurry Up,” the dialogue emerges from discussions with others, with the reader, as well as with parts of the selves. Carrie Noland has pointed out the fact that poetry, like other literary discourses, is dialogic, and for Sexton the need for an other in her poetry is desperate. Yet the dialogic nature of poetry is not usually observed because of the assumption of its lyrical and confessional character. When Sexton divides into two characters, Anne and “Ms. Dog,” it is to engage in a dialogue with herself, to analyze the nature of these identities. As Estella Lauter has pointed out, Sexton’s “later persona ‘Ms. Dog’ becomes a way of extending the parts of herself to and about whom she can speak....” (Lauter 1984, 27). This is no more an artificial dialogue than a dialogue in a novel.

There are several characters and personae here. The first and most distracting for some is the willfully exhibitionistic child, who wants to show her ‘cunny’ to little boys.

Why shouldn't I pull down my pants
and show my little cunny to Tom
and Albert? They wee-wee funny.
I wee-wee like a squaw. (9-12)

One of the first reviews of this poem found the word and the childlike tone totally exasperating. Clearly, however, Sexton was trying out something that Theodore Roethke had attempted in his “Praise to the End,” to revert to infancy, not only, as Steven E. Colburn argues, “to follow the associative leaps of the childhood imagination, with its intermingling of sensations, cognition, and fantasy” (unpublished, 1), but also to prove to what extent the child-poet is mother to the woman. This “new boldness… a refusal to be shamed into silence” (Lauter 1984, 25) is as much a dramatization of a poetic goal as a return to infancy For the boys here need to see her ‘cunny,’ the intimacy in her poetry, not because of her exhibitionism, but because of her awareness of the limitations of their awareness of the relativity of their vision. It is ‘they’ and not her who ‘wee-wee funny,’ but they have not been made aware of the ‘other.’ Although critics such as Ben Howard have said that the dominant voice of this volume is “that of the cute, defiant, and often naughty little girl…” (McClatchey 1978, 181) this tone masks defiance with an acceptable cuteness, and is not found in later stages of the poem. It appears to be regressive and exhibitionistic behavior, yet this childhood outburst develops into the basis of her poetics.

I have swallowed an orange, being woman.
You have swallowed a ruler, being man. (23-4)

This ‘simplistic’ definition of gender refers forward to the image of fruition in the myth of creation delineated in Sexton’s “Eighth Psalm” (Sexton 1999, 408), in which the goddess-woman of creation is ‘a magnitude…she is many,’ ‘well-pleased’ because she has ‘swallowed a bagful of oranges’ (93). The image of the male, on the other hand, is of penis-as-measuring-stick and as instrument-of-absolute-power. This gender distinction is also the basis of her poetics. Unlike the “bag of green apples” swallowed by the fearful pregnant speaker in Plath’s “Metaphors,” Sexton’s oranges are vaguely equated with fruition and nurturing, providing no answers but only images. Therefore her conclusions will not be conclusive in any way, will not provide a standard measuring stick for others.

Because the nurturing child-woman cannot seek answers, yet answers are still needed, there are other aspects of the poet, such as the multi-faceted Ms. Dog, frequently linked by critics to ‘man’s best friend’ as well as Eliot’s ‘foe to man’ who digs up dangerous secrets. There is also an obvious connection with Berryman’s Mr. Bones, the alter ego who allows a freedom of exploration and expression forbidden to the ‘proper’ individual. Ms. Dog appears in “Is It True?” from The Awful Rowing Towards God (Sexton 1999, 452) as possessed: “Ms. Dog, /Why is you evil? / It climbed into me./ It didn’t mean to.” But this is a controlled and willed possession which includes both the animalian and the divine: “I have for some time,/ called myself/ Ms. Dog./ Why? / Because I am almost animal/ and yet the animal I lost most -/ That animal is near to God, / but lost from Him” (“Is It True,” Sexton 1999, 448). Maxine Kumin confirms the biographical verity of this confession, noting Sexton’s love of palindromes, (Kumin 1999, xxx) and in “All God’s Children Need Radios,” her undisguised autobiographical narrator makes a complex association between herself and the dog,

“Oh Lord,” they said last night on TV, “the sea is so mighty and my dog is so small.” I heard dog. You say, they said boat not dog and that further dog would have no meaning. But it does mean. The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. Dog stands for me and the new puppy, Daisy.

Ms. Dog is the existential poet-ego and for Sexton this poetry ego is extremely complex –despite the apparently intimate nature of her work, her unique role was spokeswoman for ‘the madwoman in the attic,’ the ‘middle-aged witch.’ The editors of her Selected Poems note: “She served as ritual witness to the inner lives of large numbers of troubled people” (Sexton 1999, xx). This role was as confining as it was liberating. As Victoria Radin says in a review of Diane Middlebrook’s biography, “Craziness was Sexton’s public face” (Radin 1991, 46). And this face was reinforced by the approval of her readers. “Sexton’s craziness was inextricably rubbered on to her poetic persona: it was her subject. Actually getting well—when in addition to the therapist there were relays of aides, relations, lovers, a heroic husband and even two small mothering daughters—must have seemed even more crazy” (Radin 1991, 47). That this was a manufactured persona, a role differing only in public acceptance from her previous ‘mad’ self-conception as courtesan, is also clear. As Radin notes:

“…it is hard to see that Sexton ever really got away from that pre-therapeutic notion that prostitution was all she could be good at. Her poetry sold things she should have reserved; delivered with rehearsed catches and breaks, they were the equivalent of her faked orgasm.” (Radin 1991, 47)

Radin’s discussion here shows the relationship between what has been called “confessional poetry” and the new celebrity culture after the popularization of television. Elaine Kendall notes that in this period: “publicists had learned that the more intimate a star’s confession, the more widely his or her image could be disseminated” (Kendall 1962, 38). In discussing the relationship between exposure and intimacy in the poetry of Berryman, for example, David Haven Blake points out the significance of the appearance of exposure: Blake’s observation on Berryman, that “recognizing the relevance of fame to confessional poetry has serious implications to the ways in which we study and value this work” is, as he notes, significant in the works of his contemporaries (Blake 2001, 730).
Sexton too was very aware of this presentation of self. Middlebrook pointed out that Sexton always introduced her readings with the multi-pronouned, multi-perspectived, “Her Kind.” “I have been her kind” introduces herself both as a witch and as the analyst of this witch, the difference in “Hurry Up” is that she is trying to overcome the confinement of this mask, to begin a genuine exploration.

Although early in “Hurry Up,” she describes herself as a pond waiting for Novocain, Ms. Dog wishes for comfort, shelter and protection, yet continues to live the life of the Pobiz stripteaser, promoting her poems in readings that she perceives as a form of prostitution of integrity. It is a common division in Confessional poetry. Berryman and Plath write about it and Theodore Roethke’s “Lost Son” also finds himself at this point at the beginning of his search into the self, his ‘schizophrenic experience,’ and complains:

I have married my hands to perpetual agitation,
I run, I run to the whistle of money. (100-1)

But Sexton’s is even more confusing a prostitution because it masquerades as ‘true confession,’ as ‘authentic’ for effect, and in an alienated third person she describes this masquerade onstage:

Is she spilling her guts?
You bet.
Otherwise they cough...
(83-5)

The need to dig into the depths of the self has become something of an imperative, and the imperative has become of itself inauthentic. This inauthenticity is also understood to be true of the bold sexuality that was beginning to be perceived by reviewers as ‘too much,’ and the ‘straw that broke this camel’s back.’ The inauthenticity, furthermore, is understood by Ms. Dog to be linked to the mutual lack of communication, a function of preconceived demands by the audience for sensationalism and show.

…what do they want?
I am sorrowful in November...
(no they don’t want that,
they want bee stings).
Toot, toot, tootsy don’t cry.
Toot, toot, tootsy good-bye.
If you don’t get a letter then
you’ll know I’m in jail...
Remember that, Skeezix,
our first song?
(88-97)

Reverting to Al Jolson is not only an escape, a Berrymanlike blackface mask of joy and rhythm concealing sorrow, but also a reminder that an absence of communication is a sign of imprisonment, and that this truth (half-hidden) even appears in the most ubiquitous arts. The vague allusions to Berryman, who had earlier that year committed suicide, are also concerned with the isolation and alienation exhibited in his poetry. However the Al Jolson quote is incomplete. The crucial line, the reassurance of reciprocity, felt in its absence, comes just after ‘goodbye’: “Watch for the mail, I’ll never fail.” This situation in which honest interchange and support are deemed insignificant or intolerable by others is an important contribution to her isolation. Mikhail Ann Long, writing about the suicidal tendencies of Sexton, builds on the concept of David Richman that suicide “itself is a communication…a cry for help, an appeal to others. What has been largely overlooked… is the reciprocal, two-way nature of communication.” Richman adds, “There also seems to be an imperviousness or non-reception to verbal messages from the suicidal person by the relatives” (Long 1993, 27). Long points out that in Sexton’s “Live or Die,” of which “Hurry Up” is a part, “the primary key to Sexton’s mood is that the people around her remain inhuman, or at best non-human, throughout the poem…” (Long 1993, 38-9). I prefer the term “complicity,” a social agreement not to recognize certain subjects, to keep the inner and outer selves separate. “In the last months of my mother’s life,” says Linda Gray Sexton, “I chose to ignore her cry of loneliness. I refused to make her last days less painful…” (Linda Gray Sexton 1994, 186). This is what Laing calls ‘transpersonal invalidation,’ adding, “This is not unusual. People are doing such things to each other all the time” (Laing 1967, 31). The alternative to inauthentic communication, however, is total isolation, an even more frightening state. In Plath’s “Daddy,” isolation is freedom: “So daddy, I’m finally through./ The black telephone’s off at the root,/ The voices just can’t worm through” (Plath 1981, 224). This assertion of freedom, however, is turned in Sexton’s poem to a proof of punishment, as she steals and transforms Plath’s state: “Them phones gonna be torn out at the root.” Sexton’s next, qualifying lines are: “There’s power in the Lord, baby, and he’s gonna turn off the moon” (144-5).
What appears as a victory over the other in Plath’s “Daddy” is in “Hurry Up” a terrible threat. And the result, total isolation, is also adapted from an image from Plath: “But they pulled me out of the sack,/ And they stuck me together with glue,” writes Plath, referring to the failure of her suicide attempt. And Sexton metaphorizes Plath’s literal sack as a state of suicidal estrangement: “There’s a sack over my head. /I can’t see. I’m blind” (151-2).

Throughout Sexton’s poetry there are unsuccessful attempts to communicate with the other, and the failure throws the speaker back into a world in which there are no solutions. An early example is “Music Swims Back to Me” (Sexton 1999, 6) in which the failure of the “Mister” to respond results in the closed framework of the poem – beginning with “Wait, Mister” and ending with “Mister?”. Here it is a disconnected experience of isolation, but in “Hurry Up Please,” the borders of complicity are understood as given. Complicity is assumed here not because the speaker has gone out of her mind and the others are needed for an anchor, but because she cannot perform, cannot present her audience with what she thinks they want, cannot really be what they need her to be. It is her very identity that is rejected

Behind Ms. Dog is “Anne,” weary and “sorrowful in November,” knowing her role in the complicity, knowing her audience wants “bee stings” ?- powerful, compressed, painful and formal verse, ‘confessions’ that no longer reflect her situation. Even the reader here is implicated as a victimizer, a kind of Plathian “Daddy.” “And you too! Wants to stuff her in a cold shoe/ and then amputate the foot” (321-2). Plath opens her famous poem with an address to the father that strangely places the reader in the role as father:

You do not do, you do not do
Any more, black shoe
In which I have lived like a foot (Plath 1981, 222 )

Plath’s suicide (and her own potential demise) is clearly seen by Sexton as at least partly caused by external forces. The parallels between Sexton’s alteration of Plath and a citation in Politics of Experience are surprising. “Men do not become what by nature they are meant to be, but what society makes them…generous feelings…are, as it were, shrunk up, seared, violently wrenched, and amputated to fit us for our intercourse with the world, something in the manner that beggars maim and mutilate their children to make them fit for the future situation in life”

Expectations of the audience must have played a very large part in the new conception of the role of the woman poet, and examination of this subject is not only a personal matter but one basic to the woman poet. As Jane Hedley has recently noted: “Sexton’s transgressiveness involved not only her themes or subject matter; it also had to do with the positioning of her poems’ aggressively female speakers” (Hedley 2000, 98). Sexton also seems to have been aware that Plath’s demise was at least in part caused by the poetic limitations imposed by her audience during her life. Sexton’s speaker here is clearly unwilling to live (and die) like Plath, apparently wanting not only the separation from the father/reader, but also a new integration, not to get rid of Ms. Dog, but to be able to use her to develop Anne.
This delineation of the separate selves, later to find a new integration is in fact the basis for the structure of this poem, a structure which may well be as organized as her earlier ‘workshop’ poems were, but without a narrative or logical principle. The integration begins midway in the poem, as the images from the first half are completed in the second. The sack of the first half that covers her head and blinds her (151-2) is escaped:

I am a fortunate lady.
I’ve gotten out of my pouch
(211-212)

This integration is also reflected in the parallel images and their context. Morning rituals early in the poem sap her energy, so that even the toast is demanding.

I must butter the toast.
And give it jam too.
My kitchen is a heart.
I must feed it oxygen once in a while
and mother the mother.
(112-6)

But from this imperative of nurturing she moves to the religious joy of being nurtured as the poem nears its conclusion and life begins again:

Once upon a time we were all born,
popped out like jelly rolls
forgetting our fishdom,
the pleasuring seas,
the country of comfort,
spanked into the oxygens of death,
Good morning life, we say when we wake,
hail mary coffee toast
and we Americans take juice,
a liquid sun going down.
Good morning life.
To wake up is to be born. (245-257)

The same activity that was seen as ‘mothering the mother’ is now birthing the self. Oxygen fed to the world is now part of the birth/death image equated. From trying to fish, the imagery transforms the speaker to one fished.
Yet the entire construction is too pat, too much like a planned poem. At this point of integration the speaker turns, not to another, but to herself, if only to laugh at her poem and the formulaic structure it has followed:

Middle-class lady,
you make me smile.
You dig a hole
and come out with a sun burn.
If someone hands you a glass of water
you start constructing a sailboat.
If someone hands you a candy wrapper,
you take it to the book binder.
Pocketa-pocketa.
(218-226)

The glib Ms. Dog, then, has only solved the problem poetically. And from the selling of packaged phrases the focus changes to learning primary language, to trying to approach the divine, to her baby’s first word, “utter.” Baby language in Roethke was a sign of deep regression into a pre-conscious state. In an interesting twist Sexton uses the most adult, maternal language possible to describe objectively her daughter’s first word, ‘utter,’ the beginning of speech as a complete experience.
Learning to talk is a complex business.

My daughter's first word was utta,
meaning button.
Before there are words
do you dream? (285-289)

Sexton’s language consciously and purposely broadens to include all the languages of the self.
The still-present need and the artificiality and the limitations of overcoming the complicity of isolation remain.

When the dog barks you let him in.
All we need is someone to let us in.
And one other thing:
to consider the lilies in the field.
Of course earth is a stranger, we pull at its
arms and still it won’t speak. (331-336)

What has changed is the awareness that her quest has become valid and even possible, not in spite of her madness and her poetic prostitution, but because of it. And it is not a personal quest alone. The references in this poem to works of other poets such as Roethke, Berryman and Plath indicate that by incorporating their quests her own quest becomes archetypal and she might learn to transcend their curtailment. She will risk Prufrock’s “overwhelming question,” and will try to surpass the goals of “The Wasteland.” Eliot’s Sybil wishes only to die, and "The Wasteland" later is resolved only through acceptance, but Sexton’s poem seeks to go beyond acceptance to resolution. She is resolved to transform the nature of life and her poetry, and the search itself becomes an attempt at integration of the self, successful or not. Although ‘living’ is initially attached to Pobiz and ‘fighting dollars,’ it comes to address the quest to use her poetry to create life out of the desire for death.

The need to get “straight with the Maker” is a need that is if not fulfilled, at least accepted in the course of the poem, and all who search , however awkwardly and misguidedly, are equally heroic. From the deep center of the poem which describes in Roethkean images the experience of negation of the self by others,

When mother left the room
and left me in the big black
and sent away my kitty
to be fried in the camps
and took away my blanket
to wash the me out of it
I lay in the soiled cold and prayed.
It was a little jail in which
I was never slapped with kisses.

I was the engine that couldn’t.
(168-177) …

there is an unexplained movement toward the acceptance of all selves, a validation for all quests, a waking into the world after a schizophrenic experience that is unlike Roethke’s recovery in “The Lost Son,” “as my own tongue kissed my lips awake” (Roethke 1966, 56) only in that it is consciously archetypal. It is this universality towards which the concluding images lead:

There is the hand of a small child
when you’re crossing the street.
There is the old man’s last words:
More light! More light!
(336-339)

By evening out the cultural hierarchy, equating the mutual comfort of holding a child’s hand with Goethe’s dying hunger for ‘more light,’ the poem makes individual and disparate quests equally valuable, with only one kind of quest rendered unworthy. Returning to the image of exhibitionistic flaunting which begins the poem she comments on Goethe and the comfort of a child:

Ms. Dog wouldn’t give them her buttocks.
She wouldn’t moon at them.
Just at the killers of the dream.
(340-42)

The use of popular culture alongside contemporary poetry and philosophy, as well as the incorporation of different and dissenting voices, then, is quite central to the argument of “Hurry Up,” as well as to many other works and performances by Sexton. This incorporation has been recently seen in a study of Sexton’s teaching methods as well. Alienation both within the individual and among members of society is ubiquitous and the crazy renegade woman poet is the most attuned to it, and therefore is most appropriate to lead the search for a solution. This is the validation of the dream, no matter how sloppy, crazy, and unpoetic it might be, and this is the recognition of its popular ubiquity.24

Liz Hankins has argued that this poem is concerned with a reaffirmation of the body, and states: “She transcends history, rationality, society, and assumes her own unique identity—she becomes through her body and its parts” (Hankins 1987, 512). However, it should be clear that the body is not the end, but the means of communication. Showing her buttocks here or her nudity to the delivery boy is neither exhibitionism, nor confession nor revenge, but communication through the body. At the beginning of the poem the function of stripping is at first derisive mooning (What is death, I ask. / What is life, you ask. /I give them both my buttocks, / my two wheels rolling off toward Nirvana: (1-4)

Why shouldn’t I pull down my pants
and moon the executioner
as well as paste raisins on my breasts?
Why shouldn’t I pull down my pants
and show my little cunny to Tom
and Albert? They wee-wee funny.
I wee-wee like a squaw.
(9-14)

Later it becomes an acknowledgment of a hidden difference that has to be acknowledged and incorporated. Naked, the speaker here can dare to seek what is hidden in the world. Naked also, the lack of a “ruler” is acknowledged and flaunted. This absence of a standard for measurement becomes the basis for the acknowledged rationale of the poem itself. “But more than that,” Sexton’s speaker concludes, “to worship the question itself” (344).

This resolution to stand naked before questions is certainly part of Sexton’s final years. Paula Salvio’s brilliant analysis of Sexton’s pedagogical techniques in her last workshop notes that Sexton assigned students to write an imagined interview with her, a question a week. The emphasis on the question left her consistently vulnerable, and necessitated the apparently open form of some of her later poems.
The conclusion of this poem is very similar to the way in which critics such Lynette McGrath and William Shurr perceive Sexton’s suicide. It is presented as a daring quest, a leap of faith. Shurr writes: “Should there be no light beyond, at least the adventurer has left behind a vision of sublime light” (Shurr 1985, 353-4). Had Sexton not committed suicide, it would have been easier to perceive the argument of “Hurry Up Please It’s Time” in its positive direction. But as Laing reminds us:

The experience of being the actual medium for a continual process of creation takes one past all depression or persecution or vain glory, past, even, chaos or emptiness, into the very mystery of that continual flip of non-being into being, and can be the occasion of that great liberation when one makes the transition from being afraid of nothing, to the realisation that there is nothing to fear. Nevertheless, it is very easy to lose one’s way at any stage, and especially when one is nearest. (Laing 1967, 38)

Despite the fact that she indeed did lose her way, in this poem at least Sexton appears very near. Her placing of “Hurry Up” in The Death Notebooks after the poems concerning her anger and frustrations and before “O Ye Tongues” which alternate psalms of creation with psalms of explanation, makes it a pivotal one for the awareness in this book that the speaker is seeking to take control of existence, of creating a new world by proclamation. Despite her awareness that she was perceived by others as lacking ‘taste,’ and despite her internalization of this deep criticism, she was determined to find her own way. Her use of the popular culture surrounding her—as opposed to the elitist culture of modernism—was part of her attempted redefinition of culture, her act of insurrection.

NOTES
*Since this article concentrates so closely on “Hurry Up, Please, It’s Time,” quotations from this poem only will be referred to by line numbers. All other quotations from poetry are referenced by page number.

1. See for example the discussion of Sexton by the Poetry Society of America in “Anne Sexton: The Life vs. the Work” (http://www.poetry society.org/journal/articles/sexton.html).

2. That Laing was already a household word in Sexton’s lifetime is clear from the way he is dismissed in Howard Moss’s introduction to The Poet’s Story (xi). “Dr. Laing is shedding light on a problem Chekhov already understood…”

3. The scene of the vampire impaled on a stake and the villagers’ revenge was so popular in foreign classic vampire films it was parodied in Polanski’s 1967 classic, The Fearless Vampire Killers

4. For more academic discussions of this distinction, see the works of Ludwig Binswanger and Rollo May.

5. For the sense of ongoing identification readers still have with this comic strip, one need only read the fan letters at .

6. Robert Secor has noted that Thurber’s Mitty “is awakened from his dream by the mundane cares of ordinary life.” (Secor 1987, 74)

7. I mention the actors and not the characters because of the key role they as stereotypes from other films play in Mitty’s fantasy.

8. I will not here deal with another important element of the film. The psychiatrist in the film - who tries to convince Mitty by using his authority and other manipulations that Mitty has actually lost his ability to identify and control reality - is actually one of the villains in the film. Boris Karloff playing the psychiatrist is of course in actuality part of the Nazi spy ring, and his function is to keep Mitty from understanding that his actions in the past days have been real and significant ones. This transformation of the apparent trustworthy guide to reality into the miscreant and criminal must have made some impact on Sexton’s evaluation of recent events with her own psychiatrist.

9. Morton has noted the progress in the use of this prayer, (Morton 1989, 110).

10. “If, as Bakhtin states, the ‘dialogic orientation of discourse is a phenomenon that is, of course, a property of any discourse, then poetry, too, must retain the trace of other types of contemporary discursive practice”(Noland 1999, 41).

11. See George, who equates the Orange of “Psalm 8” with language, “especially the language of poetry that operates by the creation of metaphor and images—another gestation, another birthing” (George 1985, 370).

12. I disagree here with Carolyn King who associates the name as "possibly a descendent of Eliot's Wasteland dog... whose activity underscores both the attempt to bury memory and the failure of faith in resurrection and thus in ultimacy of life" (King 1989, 137). Certainly in this poem, Ms. Dog doesn't seem to have that function.

13. The full noting in her diary of Nov. 19, 1971 is as follows:
“Oh Lord,” they said last night on TV, “the sea is so mighty and my dog is so small.” I heard dog. You say, they said boat not dog and that further dog would have no meaning. But it does mean. The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up. Dog stands for me and the new puppy, Daisy. ..Me and my dog, my Dalmatian dog, against the world… “My dog is so small” means that even the two of us will be stamped under. Further, dog is what’s in the sky on winter mornings. Sun-dogs springing back and forth across the sky. But we dogs are small and the sun will burn us down and the sea has our number. Oh Lord, the sea is so mighty and my dog is so small, my dog whom I sail with into the west. The sea is mother, larger than Asia, both lowering their large breasts onto the coastline. Thus we ride on her praying for good moods and a smile in the heavens. She is mighty, oh Lord, but I wish my little puppy, Daisy, remain a child.
Too complicated, eh?”

14. Middlebrook’s point is somewhat different, noting that the use of multiple pronouns "conveys the terms on which she wishes to be understood: not victim, but witness and witch" (Middlebrook 1989, 449).

15. As Louis Simpson called it, referring to “Menstruation at Forty” (quoted in Kumin 1999, xix-xx).

16. The full chorus of the song written by G. Kahn, E. Erdman, D. Russo, and T. Fiorito and performed by Al Jolson in blackface is:
“Toot, toot, Tootsie, don't cry,
The choo choo train that takes me,
Away from you, no words can tell how sad it makes me,
Kiss me, Tootsie, and then,
Do it over again.
Watch for the mail, I'll never fail,
If you don't get a letter then you'll know I'm in jail,
Tut, tut, Tootsie, don't cry,
Toot, toot, Tootsie, Goo' bye!”

17. The guilt of complicity marks Linda Sexton’s autobiography. One example: “Daddy and I pretended nothing was happening: if we pretended maybe we could make it so” (Linda Gray Sexton 1994, 111).

18. See Cam.

19. E. Colby (ed.) The Life of Thomas Holcroft, continued by William Hazlitt (London: Constable & Co., 1925) Volume II, page 82,quoted in Laing, 55-6).

20. Estella Lauter has pointed out that ”Sexton’s quest is best understood…in terms of archetypal psychology, as an act of ‘ ‘soul-making’ – that is, the effort to find the connections between life and the fantasy images that are our ‘privileged mode of access’ to the soul and to those recurring worldwide figures who are tantamount to gods” (Lauter 1984, 24).

21. One parallel, “When mother left the room / and left me in the big black/ and sent away my kitty/ to be fried in the camps” (390) sounds like something of a summary of Roethke’s “Praise to the End.”

22. The pervasive influence of T.S. Eliot has been extensively noted by Caroline King, but one of the aspects of “The Wasteland” with which Sexton most identifies and which most influences her here is the division of aspects of the self into different and potentially regenerative personalities, and the need for a reintegration. Another influence here is Roethke's "I have married my hands to perpetual agitation/I run, I run to the whistle of money" (Roethke 1966, 56).

23. Paula Salvio in studying Sexton’s teaching methods comes to this conclusion: "By reading Sexton's teaching life through cultural texts that refuse to privilege high culture as the locus of political opposition, Sexton's pedagogic documents can be used to cue educators to develop more refined tastes for irony, parody, and the grotesque so that we might re-define the limited tastes that represent 'rationality' and emotional reliability in our classrooms" (Salvio 1999, 660).

24. Not all readers are puzzled by this – Robert Boyers, for example, early noted: “There is something awesome, even sublime in a woman who is not afraid to sound crude or shrill so long as she is honest, who in her best work sounds honest” (Boyers 1967, 71). Sexton also asked this:
The cry of a gull is beautiful
and the cry of a crow is ugly
but what I want to know
is whether they mean the same thing
(322-5)





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