NEIL
LEADBEATER Reviews
Some More Strange Meteorites by Mark Young
(Meritage
Press and i.e. Press San Francisco and New York, 2017)
Born in Hokitika, New Zealand, and now living in North Queensland in
Australia, Mark Young has been publishing poetry for almost sixty years. He is the author of over forty books, primarily text poetry but also including speculative fiction and art history. His work has been widely anthologized, and his essays and poetry translated into several languages. He edits the online and
print journal Otoliths.
Given that a meteorite is a fragment of rock from outer space which
survives its passage through the atmosphere as a meteor to impact the surface
of the Earth, there is an expectation that these poems will interact with us at
a point of intersection or, when the force is too great and fragmentation
occurs, to splinter into many thousands of individual pieces. This expectation
is not as far-fetched as it might seem.
One of the many strengths of Mark Young’s style is the way in which he
takes two or more subjects, or in his words, familiar landmarks out of sequence, and lets them collide with each
other. The resultant fallout, often as a result of some ingenious wordplay, is
the poetic equivalent of the strewnfield. Part of the enjoyment is trying to
reassemble the jigsaw puzzle. There is a picture in there somewhere. Strange
juxtapositions, which are immediately arresting, make up much of this
collection. The very first line of the opening poem, bon temps contains one:
It is the first day of
coriander
I go for a walk uptown
The absence of intelligent
design perplexes me.
Logic tells us that we should perhaps be thinking of the first day of
Spring or Summer but the word coriander
springs its surprise on us as does much else that is to be found in this
volume. For example, in 7/7, the London
Underground bombings sit side by side with an image of the Martha Graham
Company dancing Stravinsky’s Le sacre du
Printemps and in for Cindy, bird song
we encounter the surprising juxtaposition of Marcel Proust and the Supremes in
a combined book and record store with
plenty of word play on
….lost times
written about
in a
time
that was lost
years before I
was
born
It is more the ambivalence than the ambience that readers will find so
intellectually satisfying for these unusual combinations are at the core of his
writing and are pursued with something approaching mathematical precision. Like
a mathematician, Young is clearly concerned with the theory and function of
arrangements, combinations and permutations, but from a literary and musical
(Young was once a jazz musician) rather than a numerical perspective.
Most meteorites are one of three types: stony, stony-iron or
iron but Young’s meteorites, according to the title, are strange ones. Maybe
these fireballs are lobbed from cyberspace. Meteorology, space and cyberspace
are some of the recurring images to be found throughout the book. There are
mentions of meteor showers, the sun and the moon, the Perseids, residual traces
of lightning, thunder and summer rain coupled with imagery from our increasingly
interconnected digital world. These aerolites and shooting stars dazzle us in
their short-lived moments as poems on the page.
Reading Young, I was tempted to venture a comparison with the work of
the Belgian artist René Magritte. It
was the juxtaposition of seemingly unrelated images that sent me off in this
direction. Only later did I learn that my comparison was a valid one. In an
interview with Tom Beckett (Exchange Values,
Monday 23 January 2006) Beckett refers to some of Young’s ekphrastic poems, in
particular, the Magritte series – a sequence of over one hundred poems that
Young has written in response to Magritte’s paintings [Editor’s
Note: Young’s Magritte series is now up to 365 poems+.] Like Magritte, his poems are often witty as well as thought-provoking.
The humour in the wordplay is at once obvious in some of the titles of his
poems such as The playgirl of the western
world; The Three Chambered Heart; Smile, you’re on candide chimera; an index of
thirst lines and Pièce de pestilence. It is also present in greater abundance in poems such as Electric Ladyland where household
gadgetry takes on a life of its own:
The microwave beeps to tell me my origami lessons are ready.
….
The air conditioner claims it is out of condition but I heard
it clearing its throat today.
If it’s Tuesday then the washing machine is in San Francisco
on its farewell tour. 45 shows in 60 days. Mick Jagger is joining it in London
to do some duets. It was supposed to be a secret but the delicate rinse cycle
got its knickers in a knot & couldn’t keep quiet. Now everybody knows. Even
Leonard Cohen.
His style is colloquial, made up in some measure from, (using his
words), “the stochastic assemblage of found phrases” drawn from his eclectic experience
of working in the corporate world, academia and the arts. The way in which the
poem is presented on the page is clearly important to him, as it should be for
all poets. To Young, it is always the poem that shapes the form, not the other
way round. For this reason, it comes as no surprise that his poems are very
visual in their impact. Examples include The
Long Verandah; the / perceived
absurdity / of dualist systems; the turn of the screw and Bashō condensed. Bashō condensed works particularly well with the two words that convey movement in a
vertical direction (frog and plop) being placed vertically on the
page and intersecting with the one word that is static (pool) which is placed horizontally on the page.
There is much to admire in this book. I particularly like the way in
which he lets his poems take on a life of their own when left with the reader –
it is this generous gifting of improvisation, allowing the reader free space
for interpretation, a skill which Young no doubt honed to perfection during his
time as a jazz musician. Sometimes it is the sounds of words and their close
proximity to the sounds of other words that are played out for our enjoyment and
sometimes it is just another unexpected way of complementing what has gone
before – a link from one thing to another. Above all, Young shows us just how
much can be done with enjambment. In the
/ glazed ambiguity / of the moon, for example, the opening sentence says
much about the measure of distance between the couple in the poem when the word
“table” turns into “tablelands”:
He raised his glass &
toasted her across the table-
lands.
The enjambment causes us to think one thing and then to have to think
again along lines that are quite different from our first thought. What at
first seemed intimate and close now becomes distant. What at first was focussed
and attentive has now become a distraction. And that is just the beginning for
this poem has other surprises in store later on.
Like Ashbery, Young is interested in, and distracted by, a lot of
things. In Re-reading Ashbery #2, Young
confesses:
………I
have tried reading
him standing up &
sitting down; but, though
in an abstract way
I admire his way
with words, he is not
someone that sings
to me…
Reading Young, standing up or sitting down,
these poems certainly sing for me and they will sing for many who find to their
delight that they too are in tune with his wavelength. Highly recommended.
*****
Neil
Leadbeater is an author, editor,
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 books include Hoarding
Conkers at Hailes Abbey (Littoral Press, 2010), Librettos for the Black Madonna (White Adder Press, 2011); The Worcester Fragments (Original Plus,
2013); The Loveliest Vein of Our Lives (Poetry
Space, 2014) and Finding the River Horse (Littoral
Press, 2017). His work has been translated into Dutch, Romanian, Spanish and
Swedish.
