May 25, 2012

Review by Ellen Miller-MackA Fast Life: The Collected Poems of Tim Dlugos

A FAST LIFE: THE COLLECTED POEMS OF TIM DLUGOS
edited by David Trinidad

Nightboat Books
P.O. Box 10
Callicoon, NY 12723
ISBN 978-0-98445-983-4
2011, 632 pp., $22.95
www.nightboat.org

G-9

I’m at a double wake
in Springfield, for a childhood
friend and his father
who died years ago. I join
my aunt in the queue of mourners
and walk into a brown study,
a sepia room with books
and magazines. The father’s
in a coffin; he looks exhumed,
the worse for wear. But where
my friend’s remains should be
there’s just the empty base
of an urn. Where are his ashes?
His mother hands me
a paper cup with pills:
leucovorin, Zovirax,
and AZT. “Henry
wanted you to have these,”
she sneers. “Take all
you want, for all the good
they’ll do.”

A major poem of the AIDS epidemic begins with this dream. Many of us still dream funerals of those who died from the virus in the 80s and 90s. I was a primary care provider for people with HIV in the 90s. Until 1996 (when a class of antivirals called protease inhibitors began to transform HIV into a chronic disease) virtually everyone with HIV died. To see people ravaged and killed by this disease was devastating, coupled with an overwhelming glimpse of the incomprehensible magnitude of grief brought on by the epidemic. Indeed, the medications Dlugos lists in “G-9” were hopelessly limited.

As Dlugos’s dream is interrupted by a nurse’s aide, we discover that he is in the AIDS ward of Roosevelt Hospital in New York City. The poem is 18 pages long, slim and clinging to the left margin, without stanza breaks, alive with a bright spiritual aura and a cast of characters (other patients, cultural figures, Dlugos’s friends and former lovers) and sickness. “In 1992, a wooden lectern with brass plate commemoration to Tim Dlugos was installed in the patient lounge on the G-9 (AIDS) ward at Roosevelt Hospital, and copies of TD’s “G-9” were made available to patients and visitors” (from David Trinidad’s notes).

I feel like I knew Tim Dlugos–or is it my emotional response to his poetry, resonating with the love I felt for so many young gay men I knew? He was born in Springfield, where I still work at a community health center. He spent his childhood in the neighboring suburb of East Longmeadow. The phases of his life include: born in 1950, a “Leave it to Beaver” childhood (as he described it) with adoptive parents, joining the Christian Brothers after high school and attending LaSalle College in Philadelphia, anti-war activism, writing poetry (1970), coming out (1971), leaving the Christian Brothers, moving to D.C., moving to New York City, getting sober (1984), testing positive for HIV (1987), dying in 1990 at age 40. The chronology created by David Trinidad at the beginning of the book is rich with details of a writing life.

As Trinidad recounts in the preface, Tim asked him the week before he died at Roosevelt Hospital, on December 3rd 1990, to “look after his work.” Trinidad subsequently received “4 or 5 boxes” of work, including 2 unpublished manuscripts and 600 poems written over 20 years. Trinidad chronologically catalogued 579 poems, typing each one himself, ultimately choosing the ones he felt were the most accomplished for this “collected” as opposed to “complete” volume.

Had I not been introduced to “G-9” and Tim Dlugos by my poet-mentor Joan Larkin in 2008, I would have encountered him in The American Poetry Review, July/August 2010 issue, along with many other readers. “It Used to be More Fun,” one of Dlugos’s later poems was included. It begins:

It used to be more fun to be a poet
start the day with coffee and a sense
of bowling over people in public space
with words that tell how I’m bowled over
this minute by the light

…and later comments on political poetry (its limitations), what he did not appreciate in the poetry world, as well as:

I liked what poetry could do
to street life, even and especially
when it came from the streets I liked
the poise and energy and grace
of black poets and gay poets and Dadaists
and unschooled natural artists
fell into the workshops through the open doors
“Last Letter”, so tender and sweet (1972), begins:
This will be the last time I set down
in writing a request for your watery
gaze. I want it to be there, mostly;
not to set it on my dresser next to
the cactus and the telephone, nor to save it
for the year you will spend in the mountains.

Dlugos could write a masterful litany or list poem. Amongst my favorites are “East Longmeadow,” “Sometimes I Think” (which is very funny), “Music That Makes me Cry” and most especially, “I Remember Spinner.” And he could rhyme and write perfect sonnets with the best of them.

Dlugos wrote moving elegies, like “Radiant Child” for Keith Haring, an ingenious and loving poem using imagery that successfully conjures the artist. He wrote poems for his friends, like “Your New House” for poet Eileen Myles which he recited at her 40th birthday party. She, in turn, read, along with many other poet friends, at his memorial service on February 3rd, 1991 at the Poetry Project at St. Mark’s Church.

What is this beautiful and brilliant body of poetry about? In what you could call Dlugos’s manifesto–“About My Work” dated April 10th 1975–item number one is: “I try to write out of the time and space I find myself in.” It is such a joy to read these poems which chronicle a time and a number of places most vividly, but mostly there’s the pleasure of reading artful poems that embrace you with love and deep feeling. In ‘King of the Wood,” a long acrostic poem, the “N” section ends:

As the planet warms, I heat
coffee for the ten-thousandth time.
words alas, aren’t music. I’m
glad to be here all the same.

Thank you for being here, Tim Dlugos, and thank you, David Trinidad for compiling (and weeping, typing, gathering; all you did) A Fast Life.

Ellen Miller-Mack has an MFA in Poetry from Drew University. Her poems and reviews have appeared in 5A.M., Affilia, Bookslut and the Valparaiso Poetry Review. She co-authored The Real Cost of Prisons Comix ( PM Press) and is a nurse practitioner at a community health center in Springfield , Massachusetts. She can be contacted at: ellenmiller-mack@comcast.net.

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December 15, 2011

Review by Christian Ward

SAINTS OF HYSTERIA Saints of Hysteria
A HALF-CENTURY OF COLLABORATIVE
AMERICAN POETRY

Ed. by Denise Duhamel, Maureen Seaton & David Trinidad

Soft Skull Press
55 Washington Street
Suite 804
Brooklyn, NY 11201
ISBN: 1-933368-18-7
397 pp., $19.95
www.softskull.com

Saints of Hysteria is a fascinating anthology covering fifty years of collaborative American poetry. Denise Duhamel, Maureen Seaton and David Trinidad have included an eclectic mix of poems, ranging from Neal Cassady, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac’s whimsical Pull My Daisy to Lisa Glatt and David Hernandez’s deliciously camp Gay Parade with its candy coloured “We hoot and holler at the men dressed / as cheerleaders, their hairdos like giant scoops / of sherbet…” Many of the poems are accompanied by process notes, giving the reader useful information how the piece was created.

The anthology opens with Charles Henri Ford’s International Chainpoem, written by Ford and eleven other poets in 1940. The excellent introduction tells us that “In 1940, American Charles Henri Ford adapted this practice [of collaborative poetry] into what he dubbed the ‘Chainpoem’, which he defined as an ‘intellectual sport…an anonymous shape laying in a hypothetical joint imagination.'” This opening poem is a wonderful example of the melding together of different personalities and imaginations, seen with lines like “When a parasol is cooled in the crystal garden” (Takesi Fuji) and “Spell me out a sonnet of a steel necklace.” (Tuneo Osada)

It moves through collaborative efforts by Beat poets Allen Ginsberg, Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady, to the New York school, with poems by John Ashbery, Kenneth Koch, Frank O’Hara, Ted Berrigan and Ron Padgett amongst others. Bill Berkson and Frank O’Hara’s darkly comic St Bridget poems stand out with poignant lines juxtaposed next to childlike silliness:

afternoon is leaning toward drinks  I am getting
myself right now though I shouldn’t  Would

you like one, heaviness of the compost thresh-
hold? No, I want the plants to have it, for

they have died  Sometimes the streets are full
of snot sometimes the travelling ferris-wheel

Collaborative poems by Robert Creeley, Marilyn Hacker, Susan Cataldo and James Schulyer move the anthology through to the eighties. The nineties and thousands continues the eclectic range of styles seen throughout the book. All Ears by Keith Abbot, Pat Nolan, Maureen Owen and Michael Sowl, for example, is a mish-mash of Japanese traditional forms such as hokku, waki, renku and ageku woven together with a series of zen-like images:

  After rain the freeze
gnawing at the wall
          hands over heater all ears

          after rain the freeze
gnawing at the wall
              hands over heater all ears
leaves cut into a steel sky
or the gray in photographs

Cartographic Anomaly by Terri Carrion and Michael Rothenberg reads like a diary written in haiku, fused with observations made by a botanist. Stanzas such as "Michael on computer, in bed, blue glow / from screen on his face like TV image. / Big Bend National Park" are followed by details such as Ocotillo, Hectia Scariosa and Agave havardiana. This contrast between the material and the natural makes each section seem almost metaphysical on one level.

The anthology is well worth reading even if you’re not interested in collaborative poetry. There is such an abundance of different styles and imaginations from several decades that everyone will find something they will enjoy.

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Christian Ward is a 27 year old London based poet and student, currently finishing the third year of a degree in English Literature & Creative Writing at Roehampton University, London. A Pushcart Prize nominated poet, his work is forthcoming in The Warwick Review, Remark and Decanto.

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