I reviewed Fred Marchant’s The Looking House (Graywolf Press, 2009) recently – a beautifully produced and eloquently argued collection. This slim volume of 66 pages is the equivalent to reading a novel of 250+ pages. It’s actually more than that, about three or even four times that amount because The Looking House is a collection that covers a range of topics, such as war, ageing, death, torture, and autobiography.
Poetry is a distillation of ideas. You have to enlarge the ideas, unpick them, see how they ‘work’ and make them up again before you can write about them. Writing a poetry review is like making a jigsaw. First, you look at the bigger picture.
I read The Looking House as a whole, in sections, and then individually, to work out if there was an overriding theme or image and to get a sense of how they fitted together (if at all) and to get an idea of Marchant’s style and tone.
Next, I separated the edges from the inside, or picked out certain elements, such as
1. language – is it formal, colloquial, archaic, etc ?
2. form – how is arranged on the page, first as a collection (it’s in three sections with a ‘prologue-poem’), secondly, as poems, are they in rhyming couplets, narrative verse, sonnet-form, modern, set stanzas, etc ?
3. – description – does the poet use metaphor, imagery, symbol, motif, etc?
I got a sense that Marchant’s tone changed. He becomes more strident as the collection goes on. By answering the question of why the tone changed I found I had a starting point to look at the whole collection. Because as he becomes more strident he also injects moments of light to create a paradox.
In The Looking House Marchant picks over his life and questions the decisions he made during the Viet Nam War. He reveals both how they impacted and still impact on his life and also on the lives of those around him. From his autobiographical experiences he also makes some strong points about the senselessness of war, of the abuse of power and about how decisions are made. As well as pondering on war Marchant also looks at the human condition. For all the bleakness and wretchedness in his poems, Marchant always finds that glimmer, that chink of hope in the hopelessness. He does it through recurring images, such as the ‘heron’ and through intertextual reference to other poems and poets, like GM Hopkins.
By unmaking Marchant’s collection I discovered his range and depth and startlingly unique poetic vision.
Here’s just one poem from the 35 in the collection:
A view from the crest of Boston to the river—
a walk and my friend stopping to say that
for three weeks each year
and beginning tomorrow
this will be the most
beautiful place in the city—
our respite in the brick-faced buildings
blushing in sunlight,
in star magnolias swelling,
about to burst into bright badges,
medallions of tangible life and light
the shook “foil” Hopkins wrote about—
the minutes we have of grandeur, hope, gratitude.
from The Looking House (2009), p. 60.
Click this LINK to the Graywolf Press page on The Looking House for more information about Marchant and his poetry.