CHRIS MANSEL Reviews
Pelican
Dreaming: Poems 1959 – 2008 by Mark Young
(Meritage Press, St. Helena and San Francisco, 2008)
This a huge volume of
poetry by any standards: 411 pages including four pages of non-poetry. When you
put together a collection spanning this many years you expect to find some that
should maybe go by the way side and there are a few--for instance: “La Rive
gouache,” “Xanthippe” and “The Age of Enlightenment.” But you have to remind
yourself as a writer that not everything you write is going to be up to the
standards of the great quality of other material you have written. However,
don’t let this lead you astray from thinking there isn’t some poetry here that
will make you glad you bought this book.
Thomas Fink is very
emphatic in his introduction concerning the ability and style of Mr. Young’s
writing. Never before have I read such an impassioned intro. It’s because
of what follows the introduction. You turn to the opening poem: “My hands had
forgotten Lorca.” The first four lines are enough for you to turn page after
page—
Though my body was full of him, for I
had spent part of last Saturday
discussing,
his poetry with a Chilean sailor, my
hands
had forgotten Lorca.”
—Frederico Garcia
Lorca, who is mentioned in the poem, whose name is in the title. Could the
sailor in the poem be Pablo Neruda? Could the writer have moved on from Lorca
to Neruda? You could almost forgive him for this. You can imagine Neruda, when
he was smuggled out of Argentina instead of how he escaped, seeking passage on
a ship and running into the writer and discussing Lorca. Imagine Mark Young’s
discussion with them both.
Mark Young does something
that many of us in the writing and music world have done and that is
collaborate with the genius from Finland, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen. In Thomas
Fink’s introduction Mr. Kervinen is only mentioned very briefly. This is
tantamount to saying John Coltrane was a mere sideman. The two appear together
in the sections, "The Oracular Sonnets" and "Poles Apart." These selections are
from two books in which Mr. Young and Mr. Kervinen collaborate. Here is a
sample poem that I found mind-blowing:
Oracular sonnet #1
Roads seesaw towards
the oracle. No, not
Delphi. It's
the one in Delphineum
Drive
I'm talking about.
The old man,
living alone with his
cats & coughing
& codeine
who reads your
fortune
in a greasy pack of
Tarot cards
that I'm sure is also
not the full deck.
Sees all, hears
just enough to have
some
idea of what you want
to
hear. Gives it to
you. Not what
I want, a rhetorical
oracle.
As you can see, there is
fine work here.
Overall, this is a
book that I would recommend: a handsome volume for your library.
*****
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