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A Language Close to the World, March 24, 2006
This review is from: Ornithologies (Paperback)
Poteat won the 2004 Poetry Society of American chapbook contest, which resulted in the publication of his wonderful chapbook, Meditations. It's interesting now to see many of the poems from Meditations, a number of his other poems previously published at Blackbird.com, all together, situated among the other poems. In the new, broader context of Ornithologies, it's like seeing all of these poems almost entirely anew. This says something important about the poetry's ability to endure, its staying power, and about the quality and import of their content.
There is a kind of grandness and still, a muscular fragility to the writing in Ornithologies, and it's a beautiful book, physically, and in content. The poems here are full and lush, and have certainly found their form and are comfortable in their bodies. There is a striking balance between the sonics, imagery and narrative, so that we are absorbed by the poems, leaving the waking world behind. The physical and spiritual worlds quietly collide in these poems, and what might seem far removed from the everyday life is brought to bear, which is to say that to read these poems is not simply an emotive, or reminiscent experience, but one that spurs one to thought. This may seem a statement to be applied to most poetry, but indeed it is the exception rather than the rule. Jarrell could have been speaking of Ornithologies when he said of Paterson, "The subject of Paterson is: How can you tell the truth about things?-that is, how can you find a language so close to the world that the world can be represented and understood in it?"
Ornithologies brings to mind Davis McCombs, Gabrielle Calvocoressi, Jennifer Grotz, Jason Schneiderman, Dan Chiasson, Steve Gehrke, Jennifer Michael Hecht, Kathy Graber, and Patrick Phillips - they've all, relatively recently, written impressive first books, and that's saying something because first books are a damn tricky thing. (If you need convincing, look at a favorite poet's first book and marvel at its unsettled awkwardness compared to the poet's later work. Ornithologies would convince you that this is actually Poteat's third or fourth book.)
Not to overstate it, but at a time when one cannot help but feel that poets are publishing too much, too often, and that so much of that work is tragically average and often unimportant, Poteat's Ornithologies feels significantly relevant to the reader's world, and thematically, rhetorically, imagistically, and otherwise substantial.
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6 of 7 people found the following review helpful:
5.0 out of 5 stars
Deserves a National Audience--from Style Weekly in Richmond, VA, January 12, 2006
This review is from: Ornithologies (Paperback)
Be careful when reading "Ornithologies" (Anhinga Press) by Joshua Poteat. His poems are so mysterious, eloquent and downright powerful, they may ruin you with beauty. Good poetry calls attention to what would otherwise be overlooked, but the best poetry changes us. Poteat's poems succeed in showing us "what it means to be/honey in a tobacco pouch, the skin of God in a firefly's gut."
Because existence is uncertain, his narrators relentlessly name the knowable world, as if cataloging can protect us against our own disappearance. He brings us closer, not merely through a rich inventiveness, but through the narrative position itself, which is reverent of all it observes.
In "Nocturne: For the Night Workers of the South," he is a night watchman at an asylum, where "when it rained,/spotted-moth larva would tunnel from the wet plaster ceilings/and drink the patient's ears." In "Our Memory, the Shining Leaves (Waterford Fair Civil War Reenactment)," while watching a faux battle, he focuses on a boy who "searches the field after the skirmish/looking for a trace of what he saw (gold button: hank of hair:/glass eye in a raven's mouth)."
This is not a poet who needs a soapbox, but one who begs a small and gentle witness to the largest questions of existence. And his world is our world - built on a type of loss that the South can "understand: each thing is of itself./Each thing is its end." The poems in "Ornithologies" deserve a national audience. Read them to discover why.
Poteat graduated from the master of fine arts program at Virginia Commonwealth University (1997) and is married to the poet Allison Titus. They live in Church Hill.
-Darren Morris, review for Style Weekly 1/11/2006
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