Featured Writer – No. 27
"You know that poem of yours with the ________ ?"
How does a poem change in memory? What elements take on particular significance? What gets forgotten, replaced, confounded, or exaggerated?
The postcards displayed here are responses in a project exploring questions such as these. Beginning with a reading for Ninth Letter in January 2007, for about a year, when I gave readings, I distributed postcards that were blank on one side and on the other was my address and a stamp, along with the request for people to draw or write any memory they had of the poem and then mail the postcard to me. I wasn't asking for commentary, though a few people offered some, just whatever trace of memory they might have, including, of course, the possibility they might have remembered nothing.
As a reader remembers a poem, a new version of that poem takes shape, and the poem becomes a social being with a life of its own.
What sparked this project was a fascination with the process whereby someone can describe a poem to the person who wrote the poem in a way that the poet cannot recognize "her own" poem. For example, a friend once asked me, "You know that poem of yours where that guy's come tastes like mercury?" What? I felt 100% certain she wasn't talking about one of my poems. Everything about her question, down to the vagueness of "that guy," was unrecognizable to me. Though it may be true that I have perhaps a disproportionate reference to bodily fluids in my poems, and even, in fact, a poem "about" ejaculation, I had no poem fitting her description, nor, thankfully, as regards heavy metals, had I had an occasion for writing one. But she was resolute, and we worked at synching up our certainties, trying to trace what merged associations might be operating in her question. And then I remembered a poem called "Everything Bagel" that tracks the dissolution of a relationship and includes the lines below:
Sometime around the middle
This friend who asked the question had been in a workshop where we'd discussed this poem a couple of years before. At the table that day, there prevailed a general air of disgust, and in my friend's memory, the image became even more direct: sulfur had become mercury; scent had become taste.
Repulsive, I know, my apologies--but the poem is about a breakup. Given the other examples I could have used to illustrate the instigating phenomenon that inspired this project, I hesitated to use this one, but decided it was perfect because the lines are also related thematically to the project in that a person the speaker has known intimately for many years becomes a stranger in a basic and visceral way: the speaker can no longer recognize this person's scent. This estrangement is the inverse process of that in "Unseen Planet," which tracks the ways people come into connection with each other, even before they've met.
Also at the heart of this project is my love for awkward translation. Language that that bears the rupture of having passed through another language system can evoke a highly particular rapture in me, to the extent that I love to run a poem through several languages in an online translator such as Babelfish and then "back" into English. A phrase like "skimming scales" might come back as "foaming the staircase." It's intriguing to trace the linguistic path in such an example and this is true too of poems as they are carried across not another language, but another person's memory, a translation through social memory.
So I thought of the postcards as a way to peer into this "translation" process. I imagine a version of the poem that somehow contains all of these renderings.
Part of what intrigues me is the way memory incorporates the poem into the listener's own store of images and associations. In this process, nouns move along trajectories of synonymy and hyponymy, being traded for similar words or more or less specific ones. Also, I was interested in whether there might be some "interference" from other poems I read during the reading, or from other poems in general, both of which happened in a few postcards. I was interested too just in what listeners remembered, even if it didn't necessarily change in the process. It struck me that a basic principle might be that whatever is animate is what gets remembered. The hawk. The shark. And of course, the cute dog! The poem ends with a "teacup" chihauhua named Kilo, and indeed Kilo showed up on many postcards.
Eyewitness Testimony by Elizabeth Loftus investigates the unreliability of memory as evidence because, among other infidelities, the witness often introduces elements that aren't there, but that might logically be there based on frames and scripts that come from the person's world knowledge. Similarly, a poem supplies an armature of elements from which a reader can build a world, and it's easy to blur what the reader knows of that world with what is actually "in the poem." Thus, in one postcard, the poem takes on some stacked blue crates and some fish nets, which would likely be somewhere in the harbor scene, but they're not in the poem. Or maybe in some very real way, they are in the poem. A post office becomes a Laundromat [places that involve waiting?]; a woman of no specific age becomes an old woman [Is it something about the act of staring that ages her in this reader's mind? That a younger person would not be looking at the speaker?]
One of the most surprising postcards I received says, "My Name is Ricky. I never hear my name, so even if it's superficial, I got that connection." You think someone is going to enter a poem through some rare, subtle, profound affinity a phrase somehow manages to locate, but in this case, it was the simple fact of mentioning this person's name. Who would have imagined the name Ricky is so rarely uttered? I found this postcard strangely encouraging to think that this very simple unconsidered part of the poem could have actually offered a reader something. The sculptor Elizabeth King once said, about one's work, whatever work may be, that "you're always doing more than you think you are."
"Unseen Planet" investigates how someone moves from stranger to friend. Part of why I chose this poem for the project is that the exchanges that happen in the postcards open a line of communication and connection not usually available after a reading. Usually, you give a reading and maybe you talk to some people afterwards, but generally there's not much of a chance to hear anything more from the listener. I've really enjoyed the way the postcards extend that conversation.
And also, the foregoing is all well and good conceptually, but mainly it's always fun to get mail.
All I did was tilt my foot slightly
looking up at her, I could feel her glance
when a hawk scrambles up onto an air-
neurons sparking. Everyone's a stranger at first,
In one variation, the stranger sits at the edge
a benevolence so thorough, it shocks me
The whole point is that they're strangers, I'd say,
Next time check the face. Everyone's a stranger
Most progress shown in: adjusting to a new situation.
and I look up and it's someone I've never seen. Are
time she came in and went to the exact same (Dan
to sit here until I see someone I know or until the sun
is the time lapse is shorter. This is one of those quotes
Williamson. One putative source is a painter
it's more an indifference than an aversion, but given
yet. Difference between a friend and a stranger: one
creates a wobble. I want to sit here until I see someone
We might not have even stopped to talk, but we
direction to avoid crashing so finally we just stopped
sharks—-a mother and two young ones. Don't worry
even in November, he dives in a "dry suit"–-like a wet-
he was just out on the boat, so even if basking sharks
don't know him, but you could. What is not
logical microgestures and then suddenly someone you've
librarian says, A book just came in for you before you
and the guy who asks for coins--(always coins
Girl, I thought you'd never come out of that post office!
a faint imprint, like those stories of people
the outline of the tree on their breast. Unseen
he won't let anyone pet him, but he really likes you!
"Unseen Planet" originally appeared in Genine Lentine's chapbook Mr. Worthington's Beautiful Experiments on Splashes, published this year by New Michigan Press. Another chapbook, Poses: An Essay Drawn from the Model, was published in August by the g.e. Series at Books and Bookshelves in San Francisco. Some of the poems in that chapbook were published first in Ninth Letter, Summer 2006. She's working on a collection of essays called Love Serenade. Ongoing projects include Listening Booth, Spacewalks, and The Heinous Task Table, all of which took shape in a 2009 Project Space residency at the Headlands Center for the Arts. She received an M.S. in Theoretical Linguistics from Georgetown University and an M.F.A. from New York University. She is the artist-in-residence at San Francisco Zen Center for 2009-10. www.geninelentine.com
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