I originally intended to reflect on multiple authors but
after reading this week’s poems the author that caught me most was Dempster.
Incredibly, he painted an idea of his self with mostly omniscient narratives
that exhibit scarce use of “I”. Dempster’s poem Measure introduces the concept
of measuring a life, the uncle’s experience reduced to “48 weeks of radiation,”
of “12 hours under the knife” or, essentially, numbers rather than the
experience as a whole. The technicality of the numbers become mechanical and
thus removes the narrator from the emotional experience of the story. They
distract the reader while details such as “half the breath” and “no strategy”
are interwoven to create underlying identification of the uncle and narrator. The
numerical approach works in such a way that the emotional aspects are subtle,
catching the reader at the end with the line that describes “a single pine cone
falling,” evoking the loneliness of falling alone and thus the uncle’s plight.
I think about what it means for a poet to shape themselves
and it makes me wonder about what it means to possess ‘shape’. Shape generally
refers to the physical form in which a space is occupied, just as the class
earlier reflected on what it is to occupy space as a poet. The way the poet
shapes themselves, it seems, is heavily dependent on the way they occupy space
and thus the form they take in this space. I think Dempster occupies his space
through form in both a literal and metaphorical sense—his poems take shape on
the page in generally symmetrical stanzas that remove from more expressive techniques
and add to the mechanical feel of each poem’s perspective.
Dempster’s poetry generally examines the lives of others;
for example, the mother, son, sister and children are each given a perspective in
The Pink House in Four Variations. Here numbers appear again, as a house is
divided into four lives, four perspectives from people that should be regarded
as wholes but instead appear fractions under the divisive format of the poem.
Though Dempster rarely uses “I” or narrates his experiences through more than brief
flashes, each reminiscing is enough to provide context to the remainder of his
work. The Burning is provides context of childhood trauma, Exposure of
sexuality, Measure of loneliness and age, etc. Thus Dempster forges an identity
through the collective actions of others and allows the space they occupy to portray
his individuality rather than narrating it directly. The shape he assumes is
mechanical and objective, but perhaps more identifying than his identity as
told through direct language.
-Casey V
The voice of the poet that fills space. I like how you've brought back last week's spatial topic and the quality of representing voice to the physical qualities of shaping.
ReplyDeleteI found Dempster's voice to be more physical and tangible in terms of shaping compared to the other poets in this week's reading (maybe because of his meticulous measures).
GO Casey that's what I'm talking about. Yes, the Shute of the poem and the poet are different and we can explore was the body of the poet determines the body of the peom or how the memory shapes the narrative. Let's go
ReplyDeleteYou brought up Dempster's lack of the use of "I" in his narratives, however I still have difficulty seeing a separation between him in his poems (which is a problem I have with most author's work!) But I like the point you make at the end of your post: "Dempster forges an identity through the collective actions of others and allows the space they occupy to portray his individuality rather than narrating it directly. The shape he assumes is mechanical and objective, but perhaps more identifying than his identity as told through direct language."
ReplyDeleteI have trouble removing myself or others from work they're written or are reading, but you provide an excellent explanation of how that's exactly possible. I really like the idea of someone creating their identity through a collection of others' - less like actually stealing someone's identity, more like using it to foil your own.