NEIL
LEADBEATER Reviews
One Blackbird at a Time by Wendy Barker
(BkMk Press, University of Missouri – Kansas
City, 2015)
There are a lot of blackbirds in
this collection – a whole dawn chorus of them and they really know how to sing!
Wallace Stevens once wrote that you could look at them in thirteen different
ways (no way is a right or a wrong way, all points of view are equally valid) but Barker, with a nod to Stevens in the poem
entitled Arriving at Wallace Stevens in
the 13th Week, wants to call for some sort of order after teaching English
for forty years. She wants her students to wade into the sea of interpretation
but not to drown in it. Sometimes she envies their flights of fancy when she
herself can only follow one blackbird at
a time. Thirteen Different Ways of Looking at a Blackbird was a seminal
poem. It not only captured the imagination of the American literary scene but
also that of the musical world who no doubt saw it as something akin to a set
of variations. Both Boris Blacher, in 1957 and Lukas Foss in 1978 composed
scores bearing the same title. Wendy
Barker has done something similar in poetic form.
Barker began her teaching career in
the public school system. She is currently Poet-in-Residence and the Pearl
LeWinn Professor of Creative Writing at the University of Texas at San Anronio,
where she has taught since 1982. She is the author of five previous
collections, three chapbooks and a collection of translations (with
Saranindranath Tagore) from the Bengali of India’s Rabindranath Tagore.
She has also written critical studies on
Emily Dickinson and Ruth Stone. She is the recipient of several awards and has
been a Fulbright senior lecturer in Bulgaria.
Her work has been translated into Hindi, Chinese, Japanese, Russian and
Bulgarian. One Blackbird at a Time won
her the John Ciardi Prize for Poetry.
The book cover, beautifully executed
by Michael Mayhugh, shows a flock of blackbirds leaving a tree. Their wayward
flight represents the scattered thoughts of a class of students responding to
literature. It also represents the thoughts, public and private, of the one who
is teaching them. A prologue entitled I
Hate Telling People I Teach English leads into poems that are divided into four
sections of roughly equal length divided by an illustration of a blackbird or a
number of blackbirds (signifying the number of the section) perched on a
branch.
Barker, in this volume at least, is
a poet of the long line. With one exception, all the poems keep to a form that
is visually consistent throughout. These consist of long lines followed by slightly shorter
indented lines with no end-stopped lines at all. This has the effect of
allowing the text to flow freely from one line to another in a kind of
stream-of-consciousness format.
Stylistically, Barker adopts a laid-back, conversational style which
most frequently begins with the title of the poem running straight into the
first line. The very first poem that she wrote (which is not, incidentally, the
first to appear in the book) begins like this:
On Teaching Too Many Victorian Novels in Two Short a
Time During Which I Become
Stuffed, like a twenty-pound turkey...
In this extract, the first line is
the title and the second line is the beginning of the poem proper.
The long titles which match the long
lines, have a cumulative effect as they lead up to the first word in the first
line of the poem making it dominant and giving the reader a sense of arrival.
There are references to poets (Elizabeth
Bishop, Emily Dickinson, Robert Frost, John Keats, Wallace Stevens, William
Carlos Williams, etc.,) and novelists (E. M. Forster, Willa Cather, George
Eliot, Harriet Beecher-Stowe, etc.,) throughout the book. Sometimes these
references are to be found in the titles and at other times in the text. The
book is not, however, a treatise on the teaching of literature – far from it –
neither is it a commentary on the literary works (even though specific links
can be found within each poem which refer back to the literary works themselves),
rather it is about the thoughts and emotions that such works are capable of
evoking within us.
Barker handles this theme
consistently throughout the book. In some cases the thoughts are those of a
teacher and in others they are the signalled as coming from a class of college
students. Interestingly, all the students are named and therefore given an
identity. The thoughts that follow do not come out of a vacuum but are rooted
in the sense that they belong to someone and have arisen out of someone’s
particular experience. These contributions act as a useful vehicle for ensuring
that many different narratives or lines of thought can be conveyed during the
course of each poem which means that the reader is never having to live with
the same narrative for very long because another one comes along soon
afterwards. This is what makes these poems fast-paced. Reading them is rather
like being swept down a river which is being joined by the force of numerous
tributaries before it reaches the sea.
The tempo is a reflection of just
how fast our lives have become. Marie Mayhugh, in an interview with Barker,
asks if the world has become too hectic for us to enjoy literature or too complacent
with the advent of social media for us to be bothered to read it at all.
Barker, in her response, says yes to both. We’re
so distracted, so frazzled, so connected to so many external stimuli that we’re
actually disconnected! With all our devices, with reams of information
bombarding us constantly, certainly the ability to relish –to take the time
for- novels and poems can be lost.
In order to achieve these effects,
Barker frequently has three strands of narrative going on more or less
simultaneously: the thoughts and associations of the teacher, the literary text
and the input from the students. Some of the narratives apear to be linked by
thought association but whether this is deliberately engineered is hard to say
because it is all excercised so seamlessly from start to finish. It is
interesting that Barker chose three strands of narrative given that Stevens was
also (in the second stanza of his famous poem) of three minds: I was of three minds / Like a tree / In
which there are three blackbirds. The usual saying is that one is in two minds
about something...but Stevens (and Barker) by introducing so many lines of
thought into their poetry, are in several minds.
For me, two linked themes appear to
dominate this collection: the wisdom of age versus the cynicism of youth and
the fact that maturity and understanding can only come with age and
experience. How many of us have read a
classic text but not really come to understand it and appreciate it fully until
our later years? In an interview with Alan
Feldman, published in Rain Taxi
earlier this year, Barker admits that the book is very much about aging. In 2008, when the poems that comprise the
book really took off, I had just been named
Poet-in-residence at the University of Texas, San Antonio, and had been
granted a much-reduced teaching load...I was four years away from turning
seventy, and feeling I should fully retire before long. As the poems
progressed, I began to feel I was writing my way out of teaching and into
retirement.
The end of every semester is a bit
like a rehearsal for retirement. In Next-to-Last
Week in the Senior Workshop Barker muses:
when it’s time to end, it feels like layers
of skin being peeled. Sometimes, even
the
best students won’t bother to find me
in my office after winter break to retrieve
their
portfolios. Most I’ll never see
after finals. How I want to hang on, as if they’re
my
own children...
As she says in her interview with
Alan Feldman, I have to let go. Let go
and let go and let go.
The threefold structure allows many
subsidiary themes to emerge such as the need for beauty in our fractured world,
reflections on aging and death, the power of the film versus the power of the
novel, the need for religious tolerance and the nature of human
relationships. The ideas come thick and
fast as if everyone is voicing their own opinion at once. It is not too hard to imagine the teacher
saying One voice (blackbird) at a time, please!
The students are like the blackbirds, coming and going in her life, as they
work their way through the curriculum.
For me, Barker is at her most
lyrical in I’m Not Sure the Cherry is the
Loveliest of Trees – which becomes an extended reflection on her own feeling of loss at never having
seen a cherry tree (or a list of other named trees that she saw once but may
never see again) counterbalanced by the
gain to be had from the beauty and joy of all the trees that she has seen in
her lifetime and is likely to continue seeing again. It is slower paced and
more personal than some of the other poems and all the more powerful for it. The trees themselves are associated
with personal memories. Again, the theme of aging is directly tied to Housman’s
text:
.....I don’t even teach this poem now
I’m pushing threescore and ten. All that counting
Housman
has us busy doing, figuring
the speaker’s age, and I know in class we’d end up
focusing
on the stanzas with the math. Yet
students never had trouble getting hold
of
the poem’s carpe diem message: inhale
the scent of roses while you can.
This is a fine collection. At the
end of the day, it is about the power of literature, its emotional appeal, and
how it affects us on many different levels.
*****
Neil
Leadbeater is an author, essayist,
poet and critic living in Edinburgh, Scotland. His short stories, articles and
poems have been published widely in anthologies and journals both at home and
abroad. His most recent books are Librettos
for the Black Madonna (White Adder Press, Scotland, 2011); The Worcester Fragments (Original Plus
Press, England, 2013); The Loveliest Vein
of Our Lives (Poetry Space, England, 2014),
The Fragility of Moths (Bibliotheca
Universalis, Romania, 2014) and Sleeve
Notes (Bibliotheca Universalis, Romania, 2016).
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