September 15, 2020

Gregory Loselle

from THE WHOLE OF HIM COLLECTED

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The box of papers on the closet floor
contains his discharge papers from the war,
a couple letters, dog tags: amulets
against prospective dangers, even bets
on futures filed away, here; telegrams
my grandmother amended in shorthand
notes (“May God protect you,”) on their backs;
her death certificate, its seal (not wax
like his diplomas also here with hers)
stamped paper pressed into concentric curves
through pulp and print, disturbing the intent
of text accounting how her life was spent
a quarter century before—why keep
these things? For what? And why disturb their sleep?

from Rattle #32, Winter 2009
Tribute to the Sonnet

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Gregory Loselle: “Some of the information here is documentary—two years after his death, the children of my grandfather’s second wife returned to us the keys to the house their mother had continued to occupy. It had been looted, stripped even of ceiling fixtures (though, tellingly, my grandfather’s books were undisturbed, and while salable compact discs had been taken, the vinyl records from which I’d first learned music with him, during wonderful long evenings in the den, were left behind). A drawerful of half-burnt candles had been dumped onto the living room carpet. But some of the information here is mythic or poetic: the sort of scene we imagine in a simple human preference to remember things as they weren’t. His clothing, for instance—for as much as it forms the subject of this sequence—had been disposed of by the time I reached his closet, though a box of family papers and his shoeshine kit were indeed there, as were his shoe trees. The saints’ relics were, more properly, in his dresser drawer, though I’ve relocated them for my own purposes; and to my chagrin I found a stack of my manuscripts, from adolescence through my first fully realized works, on a shelf behind where his clothes had hung.” (web)

 

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August 24, 2020

Gregory Loselle

LAUDAMUS

So let us praise the incomplete,
the half-made-up, the left undone,
what’s underbaked, what’s scarce begun,
the set-aside, not-yet-concrete.

Let’s laud what’s left unsaid or dropped,
the barely finished, still to come,
to be announced, to be revealed,
still-in-production, uncongealed—

and praise, for all that, what’s to do
and what’s ahead: the yet-unplanned,
the things we’ve always said we’d do
and what we never thought we would,

and what we never thought we could—
ignoring what we knew we should
and didn’t, never found the time
and left aside, what we omitted.

Here’s to the things that didn’t fit,
that made no sense, that didn’t rhyme
or quite serve the meter, what
we cast away, failed to commit.

So praise the ones who let things lie,
not bringing to completion all
that seemed so necessary once,
and proved irrelevant in time.

from Rattle #68, Summer 2020

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Gregory Loselle: “I’ve recently published my first book, and teach in southeastern Michigan.” (web)

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September 25, 2013

Review by Gregory LoselleThe Body's Physics by Janee Baugher

THE BODY’S PHYSICS
by Janée Baugher

Tebot Bach
P.O. Box 7887
Huntington Beach, CA 92615-7887
ISBN: 9781893670006
2013, $16.00
tebotbach.org

Art imitates.  So art also, naturally, imitates art. How could it be otherwise?  The second cave painting must have emulated the first, and the second story ever told was a sequel.  We crave more—and more from—what delights us.  So when poetry crosses the boundaries of genre and takes as its subject another work, a visual work, we are in the realm of ekphrasis.

Ehphrastic poetry (the word is Greek and as old as the impulse it names) is a rejoinder; the first visual works must have illustrated, or embodied, myths.  Ekphrasis returns the favor, preserving the need of the viewer to speak back—to comment, to answer, to complain or correct, to revel.

In The Body’s Physics, the new book of ekphrastic verse by Janée Baugher, not all poems are ekphrastic, but the collection begins with the impulse to meditate on the object and, in a series of deeply meditative and lyrical works, plumbs the depths in which object and observation meet.  The eye is the constructor of sense and purpose here, and the voice of the poet, varied and fluent, speaks the sense of what she contemplates.

In considering Jackson Pollock’s Alchemy, for instance—a painting no less attractive for its own charms than for the transformation the title promises and Baugher’s poem enacts before us—the poet begins with imagining the artistic and alchemical Great Work at its outset:

Pollock parks the car-sized canvas on the floor

          And begins by circling it, searching for gold, perhaps

                    Like one who searches water for wine.

All of the necessary elements are there, so to speak: the search for gold that starts in the artist’s initial encounter with the blank space (the beckoning absence, the ‘not there yet’ that mimics the poet’s vision of the painted work as well as her own, initially blank page), the drawing of the magic circle that traces Pollock’s famous working methods as he will later circle the canvas with a dribbling brush or wooden rod, the search for gold—in both painting and poetry, and the sly reference to the Wedding Feast at Cana, where the first Christian miracle, one of transformation that hints at the shift from human to divine that will take place.  The “car-sized canvas” even evokes Pollock’s own death in an automobile accident—and his transformative resurrection through his enduring art.

But not just yet.  Baugher places us at the creation of the work, and we become her fellow-witness.  That is the transformation, in all its wonder, that she enacts for is—with us—through her work.

Similarly, we are present as “[a] ball of starlight unfurls itself/ and splays across dark, sulky water” in  Van Gogh’s The Starry Night, Arles, and when she considers Picasso’s Guernica, not even the physical placement of the painting constrains us:

Though a metal bar holds us back fifteen feet. It seems possible
To mount the newsprint-patterned horse with a sword in its back, possible
To roll the decapitated open-eyed head from side to side, possible to hear
Wailing from the open-mouthed mother with limp babe in her arms.

Even if the poem eventually leaves us on “the gallery’s shiny floor,” we have walked, unscathed but not unaffected, through Picasso’s horrors.

So Janée Baugher has brought us into and out of a work with which we once thought ourselves familiar.  It is the magic of The Body’s Physics that it leaves us with a richer experience, not only of the works from which it takes off, but of our own reactions to them as well.

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Gregory Loselle is ther author of four chapbooks, the most recent of which, About the House is available from Finishing Line Press, and forthcoming in October. He holds an MFA from The University of Michigan, where he won four Hopwood Awards.

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