February 21, 2007

Damn You, New Blogger

You can force me to sign up, but you can't make me label myself.

About a month ago I received a chapbook from a local author, Alan King, and I've finally had a chance to read it over. His collection is called Transfer, referring to both the literal bus pass and the larger transitional mode, and a majority of these poems--with titles like "ritual" and "template"--are concerned with social flux. Specifically, how do we define our relationship patterns? And then, how do those patterns begin to define us? The contexts vary from the romantic to the political to the neighborhood; the speaker definitely has a DC voice, and it's satisfying to see casual references to local fixtures like Ben's Chili Bowl or Tryst.

My favorite poems feature a cast of guy friends who make cameos throughout the book:

RITUAL


every Thursday at Tryst--
over a back table--
Jati starts up a dominos game
Fred rolls up his sleeves

the clinic's open, yo
...who tryna see the doctor first?

cellophane serpents rise from
Newports, Derrick shakes his head
at flesh flashing over Lowrise

bruthas yall see that!! whole lotta
Diaspora on that one

Jati shuffles the bones
knocking each other
like cowries
hanging off cornrows

i palm my dominos
before smiling

Fred, i got a FOR SALE sign
to put in frontcho clinic

whatever yo

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There is rich music here--"cowries / hanging off cornrows"--and it is refreshingly unforced, as is the humor of their dialogue. These vignettes of local life really came alive to me. In some other poems the use of language feels a little overly formal or self-consciously arty: ""her mouth, a sumptuous oval split / into horizontal hemispheres // testosterones lead an air strike on / my cerebrum...." But overall this is a collection of great promise, and I look forward to seeing more of King's poems in print.

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Speaking of anticipation: I can't wait to come home from Atlanta with books--lots and lots of books--and having put faces to names I've been reading in books (and on blogs) for the past year. I'm not tabling anywhere, so just look for me hanging around the Hilton. I'll be the one with a flask of scotch.

6 comments:

Bernadette Geyer said...

I have been saving all my pennies since Christmas for this trip... I'm down to only thirteen unread lit mags and books of poetry so I have to re-stock. See you in Atlanta!

J.D. Smith said...
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J.D. Smith said...

Let's try this again. My previous, mistaken comment consistently only of the letter "s," which in isolation is not at all illuminating.

So:

I look forward to seeing you and Bernadette, and many others, at the AWP. I will be moderating a panel ("The Impersonal Essay") on Thursday morning, and otherwise I will be reloading on reading material and trying to meet people with whom I've only corresponded in the past.

I may try to get to the Aquarium and/or the Flying Biscuit, but things can take on a life of their own.

J.D. Smith said...

I meant "consisted" rather than "consistently."

A curse upon the mustache of multitasking.

carly said...

i think we should have a scotch party in our room!!!

Sandra said...

There will be parties. = ) Thanks, J.D., for the good wishes, and I'll see you ALL in Atlanta.

Cheers, SB