Thursday, April 30, 2020
Marin Poetry Center Online Covid Confinement Writing Retreat: Imagery
Day 4: Imagery
Today we examine the importance of the lyrical-narrative poem's imagery that allows the reader to see the action and characters in the mind's eye, rather than simply hear the poet talk about them.
The first horse I ever saw
was hauling a wagon stacked with furniture
past storefronts along Knickerbocker Avenue.
He was taller than a car, blue-black with flies,
and bits of green ribbon tied to his mane
bounced near his caked and rheumy eyes.
I had seen horses in books before, but
this horse shimmered in the Brooklyn noon.
I could hear his hooves strike the tar,
the colossal nostrils snort back the heat,
and breathe his inexorable, dung-tinged fume.
Under the enormous belly, his ------
swung like the policeman's nightstick,
a dowsing rod, longer than my arm--
even the Catholic girls could see it
hung there like a rubber spigot.
When he let loose, the steaming street
flowed with frothy, spattering urine.
And when he stopped to let the junkman
toss a tabletop onto the wagon bed,
I worked behind his triangular head
to touch his foreleg above the knee,
the muscle jerking the mat of hair.
Horse, I remember thinking,
four years old and standing there,
struck momentarily dumb,
while the power gathered in his thigh
surged like language into my thumb.
By Michael Waters. From Parthenopi: New and Selected Poems (BOA, 2001)
Sight, sound, touch, hearing--there is not a line in "Horses" that does not utilize one or more of those senses. This poem lives in the world of sensate experience through its vivid images composed of concrete language. And yet, by the poem's end the reader is exposed to an abstract truth about poetry itself--something to do with the power of image and language and how they affected a little boy to become a poet because they are the basis of poetry itself. But if the poem had stated that truth using those or other abstract terms, the poem would be telling us in a way that countless weaker poems do. Instead, Waters shows us how the experience of a horse was the basis of his becoming a poet in those final lines (still grounded in the concrete): "while the power gathered in his thigh / surged like language into my thumb." The only abstract word in these lines (and one of the few in the poem) is "language," and yet even it lives in two worlds at once, evidenced by the words you're reading on this screen that can be printed on paper.
In addition, notice how many of Waters' lines accomplish their purpose with few or no adjectives or other modifiers--instead, lot of nouns and verbs, the bones and muscles of language. Very little connective tissue is present. This enables readers to "see" pictures in their minds. You can't really see anything except nouns and verbs--people, places, and things, doing something, acting on something, or being acted upon.
I happen to know Michael Waters. And I know that he underwent a major shift early on in his understanding of how to approach writing a poem. In his early twenties, he thought the best way to create a poem was to begin with an idea for a poem, and then to let that idea guide where the poem went. After his first book, he discovered that a better way was to begin with language itself--a word, a line, a few lines--and then to allow that language to go where it seemed it wanted to go. To give language its head--pun intended. Ever since, Waters' poetry has lived in the concrete, but in so doing has discovered timeless truths--a prosody that has produced, in my opinion, some of the best poetry of the second half of the twentieth and first two decades of the twenty-first century. An interview with John Hoppenthaller in which Waters speaks about that change is no longer available online. However, I share portions of it in another blog post while reviewing Waters' book, The Dean of Discipline, HERE.
Write a poem about an animal or object using concrete images in every line. Be sure to remain in the concrete until the very end. Refrain from overtly telling how the object of your affection made you feel or stating some abstract truth. If there is a greater truth in the poem, give yourself permission to use only one abstract word in the final line to point to it. Consult a thesaurus to find concrete words that shape your images so they lean toward that truth, but never state it outright. And remember to use more nouns and verbs and fewer modifiers. Have fun!
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Sicilian-Inspired Blood Orange Salad
For the salad:
3 Cara Cara oranges, cut into segments
6 blood oranges, cut into segments
1/4 large red onion, cut as thinly as possible
1 bunch of mint, julienned and a few leaves torn
1/4 cup sheep's milk feta
For the dressing:
1/4 cup red wine vinegar
1/4 cup olive oil
1 tablespoon cumin seeds
1/3 cup pistachios, lightly crushed
Salt and pepper to taste
1. Assemble all the citrus segments in a large bowl and mix in onions. Set aside.
2. In a small skillet, heat the olive oil on medium-high. Add the cumin seeds and cook until the seeds pop slightly and a lovely fragrance emits from the pan. Add vinegar to the pan and swirl to mix. Season with salt and pepper and toss all over the citrus. Mix in pistachios. When plating, add mint and pistachios to the tops of each portion.
was born in the Midwest, grew up in New Mexico, and has lived in the San Francisco bay area for two decades. Terry's work has appeared in numerous literary journals, including Alaska Quarterly Review, Best New Poets 2012, Crab Orchard Review, Green Mountains Review, Great River Review, New Millennium Writings, and The Comstock Review. His work has garnered seven Pushcart Prize nominations. He is the winner of the 2014 Crab Orchard Review Special Issue Feature Award in Poetry. His chapbook, Altar Call, was a winner in the the 2013 San Gabriel Valley Literary Festival, and appears in the Anthology, Diesel. His chapbook, If They Have Ears to Hear, won the 2012 Copperdome Poetry Chapbook Contest, and is available from Southeast Missouri State University Press. His full-length poetry collections are In This Room (CW Books, 2016) and Dharma Rain (Saint Julian Press, 2017). Terry is a 2008 poetry MFA graduate of New England College. When he is not writing he is teaching as a regular speaker in the Dominican University Low-Residency MFA Program and as a free-lance writing coach. For more information about Terry and his work see www.terrylucas.com.