I have the same problem with long poems as I do with a lot of art. How does the person creating it know when to stop? I once got up the nerve to ask an art teacher who was working on an abstract piece how he knew he was finished. He said, “When there’s no part of it that I hate.” That response didn’t satisfy me.
I found that in Flynn’s excellent collection, I liked the longer poems more. I began to resent that they were broken up by my need to turn the page. Some of this is because I found it hard to track the subject of a subsequent section, but mostly because it broke the rhythm of his writing and my reading. I wondered about a smaller font. Or printing sideways. Or me just getting over it. In any event, I’d backtrack to read out loud and that helped.
I relish Flynn’s poetry because he is not working on a grand scale. There are no poems about war or heroes. (There are poems about love. It’s poetry. There have to be poems about love.) The poems are about the small things we can do, for others and ourselves, to make ourselves just a little bit better as people. In “The Force of Compassion,” he writes:
Sit with things and listen long
and the singing will begin.
turn your free fall into
a voluntary act.
We need to ‘sit with things’ because, as he says in “The House of Dance and Feathers,” the very next poem, our perception / is only narrowed when our brain feels / threatened because, he writes at the end of this compelling and long poem
The higher we climb, the world lays
wider in our scope. The more I know,
the less certain I am, and my self-
deception grows commensurate with
my ignorance. What we have is here,
where we are is now, in Time’s despicable,
multi-tentacled clutches, in the habitat
of dance and feathers, building our
headdress and staking our territory,
lending our love’s disguise to the march.
And we are here to ask questions even though and because to live in inquiry is to abandon / the safe proximity of childish expectation.” This is taken from “Context,” which contains I am going to steal for my work of teaching literature – “Context is a faith that cuts both ways.”
I don’t want to limit myself to applauding just the insights here. The imagery in “The Bookmobile” which mixes books, ice cream, and children is wonderful and is amazingly managed in just 10 lines. (Okay, I guess I liked the short poems too.)
There are too many incredible poems here to name them all – “Nostalgia as Entropy,” “Democracy,” “Clinton Redux,” “Wall Street.”
He is incredibly inventive around the power of language in many poems, including “The Bookmobile.” In “Baby Boomers,” he explains that they are dying in a language /they have never understood. The imagery at the end of “Portrait of the Artist as a Spark” is very powerful and his description of poets in “Tranquility & Tremelo” is spot on –
poets are fractured and unfulfilled
walking the on the fragments of language like a child
measuring the steps upon rocks across a river.
I love the way he writes about music in several poems. In “Louis and the Wolf,” for example, he says that a bluesman will survive, staring straight into / the sun like a rifle with eyes. The ending of “This Rock is Gonna Roll” and “Glenn Gould in Carnegie Hall, 1962” are wonderful.
(You’re probably wondering about how you feel about long reviews at this point.)
There’s a great deal of wisdom here, often wrapped in nature or music or the world. If we could listen to the likes of Flynn and slow down enough to accept ourselves and others, then we just might find the better angels of our nature more often. And that’s one reason I love poetry so much, especially these days. A good poem – even a long poem – makes you slow down and pay attention. And Flynn’s book is filled with them.