EILEEN TABIOS Engages
IN THE ICE HOUSE by
Genevieve Kaplan
(Red Hen Press, Pasadena, CA, 2011)
and
settings for these scenes by
Genevieve Kaplan
(convulsive editions, Chicago & Madison, IL,
2013)
Shards of glass. Often catching light. Ultimately refracting or shifting what point
of view the reader initially brought to the poems. You look up from the poems on the page and
see the world anew—in this sense, Genevieve Kaplan’s poems in IN THE ICE HOUSE generate the effect
possible by many great poems: expanding the reader’s vision.
Shards—for the effect is
often created through an unexpected slice, a sharpness, as in
THE LANDSCAPE
Granted,
the flowers will take hold,
what
is yet rising will ease somehow. From here,
the light
attacks
the
window and the stress of the shining
does
not ease.
I wonder if this collection
was created as a singular project versus being a collection of individual
poems. By this, I mean that the poems
together create their own distinct world—and (from my experience) this effect
often arises from a momentary (though it can last days and weeks, of course, if
not longer) taking over of the poet’s psyche … and the poet writes and writes
until the energy finally dissipates.
Which is to say, the voice is admirably strong in this book. The receptive reader even has a sense of
travel through the space created by the poems.
This book is a world one not only reads but visits, so palpable is its landscape. Even its air is different—
THE LANDSCAPE
Lacked
nothing
but
an eye, arms, and—no one
lay
there to receive it.
Or
lacked a frame. Some
manual.
The landscape lacked a firefighter,
a
police officer, a guide dog. The landscape
had
no symmetry. Could not be received
because
no one could abide it.
Deft technique helps. There are 85 poems in the book, and what
helps knit them together are the returns to certain touchstones: birds, trees,
ice...
Yet despite the clear
references, a sense of mystery permeates the poems, elevating them by drawing
the reader in more deeply through a wondering over what is being
addressed. For instance:
The
look is fading and the hills too
where
the sun slopes across, they’re circled
in
dust.
It is never the heat that remains
—from
“The Ice Storm” (47)
Another effect: while the
individual poems are effectively wrought, reading the book chronologically
generates a sprawling resonance I more relate to reading long novels. What I see in Kaplan’s book is a maturity not
often seen in inaugural poetry books, making me eager to read more of her poems.
**
From IN THE ICE HOUSE, I moved to her chap, settings for these scenes. I
see much of the same fine elements I saw in her book. But I also see her writing sprawling more
across the page, more use of the white space:
The text in the chap,
including almost the stuttering type of reading it encourages, generates a
similar palpability—here’s an example separated out from its visual placement
on the page: “there, a light / tended itself / / throwing / ordinary voice in
and / out / in and out / and over / and all / the / light / coming away.”
But by using white space or
in-betweeness along with words, Kaplan more effectively manifests the
“theme” implied by the chap’s title. The
caesuras allow for presence or presences as might be applied by the reader. The
readerly engagement thus affirms how the poems are “settings for these scenes,”
scenes that occur not just through the writing but the reading.
It was a joy to read both
collections together. The chap is dated,
thus I assume made, after the book. The
trajectory is promising for future reads of Kaplan’s work.
*****
Eileen Tabios reveals something about herself in ARDUITY'S interview about what's hard about her poetry. Her just-released poetry collection, SUN STIGMATA (Sculpture Poems), received a review by Amazon Hall of Famer reviewer Grady Harp. Due out in 2015 will be her second "Collected Poems" project; while her first THE THORN ROSARY was focused on the prose poem form, her forthcoming INVEN(S)TORY will focus on the list or catalog poem form. More information at http://eileenrtabios.com
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