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Lit from inside : 40 years of poetry from Alice James Books /
edited by Anne Marie Macari & Carey Salerno ; foreword by Maxine Kumin.
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Farmington, ME : Alice James Books, c2013.
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xxxvii, 334 p. : ill. ; 23 cm.
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188229596X (pbk.), 9781882295968 (pbk.)
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Farmington, ME : Alice James Books, c2013.
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188229596X (pbk.)
9781882295968 (pbk.)
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8865569
 
Includes bibliographical references (p. 309-320) and indexes.
A Look Inside
First Chapter
Introduction
by Maxine Kumin

Forty years old and flourishing—a remarkable record for a small nonprofit press-- Alice James Books deserves praise and admiration. Founded in 1973 by seven idealists—five women and two men, all of whom are represented herein—their stated goal, to involve the poets themselves in the publishing process, and to provide a venue for women at a time when such access to publication was extremely limited, has been handsomely fulfilled. (Men are also represented, though in small numbers.) The Press takes its name from the sister of luminaries William and Henry, whose own gifts went unremarked in her lifetime.

Alice James has remained a cooperative. It sponsors two annual book competitions: The Kinereth Gensler Award and the Beatrice Hawley Award, whose winners are named to the editorial board and take part in selecting ensuing collections. The Kundiman Prize, open to all Asian American poets with any number of published books, was inaugurated in 2010 and the AJP Translation series preceded it in 2008.

Arranged chronologically, the list of authors is remarkable for its breadth, variety, and passion. This is a big book: a reader needs fortitude to undertake its 207 pages, but anthologies are meant to be sipped, not gulped thirstily. Nevertheless, in gradual and measured swallows, I have downed the entire collection, 130-odd disparate celebratory, elegiac, lyrical, lofty, comic, surreal, imagist, formalist, postmodern bards. The assortment is idiosyncratic, the range of voices and styles embraces the familiar personal narrative voice and the innovative, often dissonant music of more experimental poets.

It has been pointed out that the poet’s vocation is in itself a declaration of independence. It has, as Stanley Kunitz once remarked, no market value. Hence, it is all but incorruptible. This anthology owes allegiance to none, other than the poets who have been selected by the cooperative board. Ed Ochester, introducing a forty-year anthology of University of Pittsburgh poets, sagely described the university and small independent presses as “the garage bands of the publishing industry.”

Now let us strike up the music. What could be more incongruent than the juxtaposition of seriocomic, irreverent, loquacious David Kirby with his long narrative line and lyrical, elliptical poet of brevity, Jane Mead? Thanks to their coincident publication dates, Kirby’s The Temple Gate Called Beautiful (2008) and Mead’s The Usable Field of the same year, they abut in the table of contents. Kirby’s title poem opens:

It says HELL IS HOT HOT HOT HOT/and NO SEX WITH MEN ALOUD/ and NO ICE WATER IN HELL/ on the hundreds of washers and dryers/ and air conditioner housings that stud/ the land around outsider artist W. C. Rice’s house...

And Mead’s “The Origin” – the title runs right into the poem:

of what happened is not in language—/ of this much I am certain./Six degrees south, six east----//and you have it: the bird/with the blue feathers, the brown bird---/same white breasts....

On to elegiac poems—isn’t all poetry elegiac au fond? All poems are rooted in the mortality we bemoan; if we were immortal we would have no need to record human feelings in poetry.
So many poems here moved me, but none more profoundly than Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno, whose poems about the murder of her daughter that gave rise to Slamming Open the Door, are masterly. The title poem opens:

In his Russian greatcoat,
slamming open the door
with an unpardonable bang,
and he has been here ever since.

and concludes:

Even as I sit here,
he stands behind me
clamping two
colossal hands on my shoulders
and bends down
and whispers to my neck:
From now on,
you write about me.

Other elegies I found notable include “Washing Beans,” by Rita Gabis; E. Miller Laino’s poem, “No Stone;” Catherine Barnett’s “The Disbelieving,” and David Williams’s “Available Light.”

And what would an anthology be without some poems about poets writing poems? Here are four:

“Lowell Reading,” by John Hildebidle; “Wait,” by Susan Snively; “To Plath, to Sexton,” by Jean Valentine, and Lee Rudolph’s “The Fireman’s Ball,” a hilarous plea for poets to pressure the public the way firefighters do as they hawk tickets to their dance: “...does anyone/ admire the poets’ long brass stanzas,/ their black, pliant, waterproof metaphors...?”

Poems about family and poems about relationships abound. In the ironically titled “Father’s Day,” Suzanne Matson describes

[o]ne father, mine, sits far away and waits to die, mumbling
old grudges to his tireless self.... he sits

pissed off and bony, a gray silt of whiskers
and wild brows and flaking skin....

But let us not dwell
on that. Let us dwell on the rhythmic ringing notes

of his hammer in the backyard thirty years ago

...And everything was green:
the big house, the little house, the backyard and our tightly
furled lives.

Miriam Goodman’s “Argument for Parting” ends “And I don’t marry./ I don’t buy land./ I get older by myself” and Tom Absher’s “The Hermit”closes with “Winter and I have a talent for emptiness--/ this is going to be a sweet exile”; these two poets suggest the rejection of earlier relationships and the acceptance of an independent hermetic life. Ellen Dore Watson’s “One of the Ones” and Frank X. Gaspar’s “One Thousand Blossoms” seem to be cries from the heart; Watson writes “I won’t forget you and you and you, each/ with a brutal truth to send away/ in a little boat, let me be one of the ones/ to keep it afloat...” Gaspar declares “You don’t want less love—this ground has been covered before--/ you want more love, even when you can’t say what it means.” In “Prairie” Robin Becker describes “[t]wo women in a field/ in the middle of our lives, / while the whole wrecked world/ slides into tomorrow./ Her hands come to my body and I would rest/ in that simplicity, this field this night....”

Poems about war deserve more space than I can allot them here. Both Doug Anderson, author of The Moon Reflected Fire and Brian Turner, of Here, Bullet, have seen combat and their poems have been wrung from it. In “Short Timer” Anderson reports “I syringed the long gash with sterile water/...the man saying Oh God and already the slur,/ the drool.../ What was in the 20cc’s of brain he lost?” Turner’s title poem arrests us with “And I dare you to finish/ what you’ve started, Because here, Bullet,/ here is where I complete the word you bring/ hissing through the air, here is where I moan/ the barrel’s cold esophagus,triggering / my tongue’s explosives...” Theodore Deppe, formerly a nurse, writes in “The Book of God” about the photo of a crucified girl, “one of several Bosnian children nailed to the doors/ of their own homes to frighten the parents away.” These poets have excoriating tales to tell; we need to listen.

Three poets—Kazim Ali, Anne Marie Macari, and Henrietta Goodman-- are represented here with poems about faith. Ali, a Muslim, writes about the Hagar and Ismael story. Macari cites Mary and Luke. Goodman states, “God as an engine seems right. Not God/ to make promises to, or in front of, /but God to grind promises up// burn them like gas.”

Two interesting poems about occupations deserve mention. Erica Funkhouser’s title poem, “Women Who Clean Fish,” opens: The women who clean fish are all named Rose...// Under plastic aprons their breasts/ foam and bubble...//they pack the bodies in, ten per box,/ their tails crisscrossed as if in sacrament.// It is the iridescent scales that stick...lighting up hours late in a dark room.”
Memorable too, is B.H. Fairchild’s “Keats,” which opens: “I knew him. He ran the lathe next to mine./ Perfectionist, a madman, even on overtime... and I remember the red hair flaming/ beneath the lamp, calipers measuring out/ the last cut, his hands flicking iron burrs/ like shooting stars through the shadows.”

One dream poem startled me. (I am sure there are others, but nothing quite so dramatic.) It is a persona poem, from Night Watches, Carole Oles’s collection about the mid-nineteenth century American woman astronomer, Maria Mitchell. Full of foreboding about her reception in academia, Mitchell dreams, “I am delivered to Harvard/ in a black carriage with curtains// The lecture hall churns// I open my mouth to begin/ and my teeth spill out/ powdery as chalk.” Dear reader, I’ve been there; possibly some of you have, too.

In addition to finding widely diverging thematic concerns, I searched for varying prosodic approaches. I needed to look no further than the first poem in the collection, “Mallard,” by Cornelia Veenendaal for the ballast of metaphor. The bird is “a pilot of the inland waters”; he uses his “brilliant paddles” during migration to “row over whole states....”

Many poets use stanza breaks to shift time or place or mood. Linnea Johnson moves from her own “crosscut handsaw” to “yours” in the second stanza, then leaps to “I am in love with you from the neck down” in the third.

And then there is the deliberate density of lines that do not invite scansion but run pellmell without punctuation, capitalizing the first letter of each line to lend the poem a formal aspect. See Matthea Harvey’s “In Defense of Our Overgrown Garden.”

Anaphora, caesura, internal rhymes, the sound effects of alliteration, assonance, and consonance all add varying tonalities.

There is one prose poem, a scant handful of poems in rhyme, an acute shortage of sonnets, villanelles, and sestinas. Perhaps this is not surprising in an anthology of contemporary poets; perhaps it is a tribute to the variety and skill of the poems that this unregenerate old formalist can say she enjoyed this assignment.
Full Text Reviews
Appeared in Publishers Weekly on 2012-11-26:
Alice James Books has been one of the major forces in American poetry for the past four decades, and to celebrate the press's 40th birthday, its executive director (Salerno), also a poet herself, and Macari, a longtime Alice James author, have combed over all the books published by the press to compile this anthology of highlights. Alongside its exclusive focus on poetry, what makes Alice James unusual is its editorial process: new Alice James authors join the editorial board, in turn picking the next crop; in this way, Alice James has launched the careers of too many important American poets to list here while also charting the aesthetic swings of late 20th and early 21st-century poetry, from the early, confessional poems of Jane Kenyon ("I feel my life start up again,/ like a cutting when it grows/ the first pale and tentative/ root hair in a glass of water"); cryptic domestic scenes from Fanny Howe ("The baby/ was made in a cell/ in the silver & rose underworld"); poetry by a clear -eyed Forrest Gander ("Outside hundreds stumble by./ They are not injured. You,/ not dreaming"); the early efforts of the recently lauded Laura Kasischke ("I// begin to believe there's nothing left/ in this world/ I could bear to eat") to works by poets recently risen to prominence (Matthea Harvey, Reginald Dwane Betts, Brian Turner) and those now rising (Idra Novey, Stacy Gnall). This is an essential book for readers who want to understand and enjoy contemporary American poetry. (Jan.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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Main Description
"Forty years old and flourishing--a remarkable record for a small nonprofit press--Alice James Books deserves praise and admiration."--Maxine Kumin A compilation of archival materials accompanies this collection of forty years of Alice James Books poetry. Nearly 150 authors are represented in chronological order. Maxine Kumin states, "the list of authors is remarkable for its breadth, variety, and passion. The assortment is idiosyncratic, the range of voices and styles embraces the familiar personal narrative voice and the innovative." Contributors include Jane Kenyon, Fanny Howe, Forrest Gander, Jean Valentine, B.H. Fairchild, Matthea Harvey, Brian Turner, and Cole Swensen. Anne Marie Macari's most recent book She Heads into the Wildernesswas published in 2008 by Autumn House Press. She is also the author of Gloryland(Alice James Books, 2005), and Ivory Cradle, which won the APR/Honickman First Book Prize in 2000. Macari founded and teaches in the low-residency MFA program in poetry and poetry in translation at Drew University. Carey Salernois the executive director of Alice James Books. She earned an MFA in poetry from New England College and teaches in the BFA program at the University of Maine at Farmington. Her first poetry collection, Shelter, won a 2007 Kinereth Gensler Award and was published in 2009. Former US Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin, winner of the Pulitzer and Ruth Lilly prizes, is the author of Where I Live: New & Selected Poems 1990-2010(W. W. Norton & Company), her seventeenth volume, which won the 2011 Los Angeles TimesBook Prize in Poetry.
Main Description
"Forty years old and flourishing--a remarkable record for a small nonprofit press--Alice James Books deserves praise and admiration."--Maxine Kumin A compilation of archival materials accompanies this collection of forty years of Alice James Books poetry. Nearly 150 authors are represented in chronological order. Maxine Kumin states, "the list of authors is remarkable for its breadth, variety, and passion. The assortment is idiosyncratic, the range of voices and styles embraces the familiar personal narrative voice and the innovative." Contributors include Jane Kenyon, Fanny Howe, Forrest Gander, Jean Valentine, B.H. Fairchild, Matthea Harvey, Brian Turner, and Cole Swensen. Anne Marie Macari's most recent book She Heads Into the Wildernesswas published in 2008 by Autumn House Press. She is also the author of Gloryland(Alice James Books, 2005), and Ivory Cradle, which won the APR/Honickman First Book Prize in 2000. Macari founded and teaches in the low-residency MFA program in poetry and poetry in translation at Drew University. Carey Salernois the executive director of Alice James Books. She earned an MFA in poetry from New England College and teaches for the BFA program at the University of Maine at Farmington. Her first poetry collection, Shelter, won a 2007 Kinereth Gensler Award and was published in 2009. Former US Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin, winner of the Pulitzer and Ruth Lilly prizes, is the author of Where I Live: New & Selected Poems 1990-2010(W. W. Norton & Company), her seventeenth volume, which won the 2011 Los Angeles Timespoetry book prize.
Library of Congress Summary
""Forty years old and flourishing-a remarkable record for a small nonprofit press-Alice James Books deserves praise and admiration."-Maxine Kumin. A compilation of archival materials accompanies this collection of forty years of Alice James Books poetry. Nearly 150 authors are represented in chronological order. Maxine Kumin states, "the list of authors is remarkable for its breadth, variety, and passion. The assortment is idiosyncratic, the range of voices and styles embraces the familiar personal narrative voice and the innovative." Contributors include Jane Kenyon, Fanny Howe, Forrest Gander, Jean Valentine, B.H. Fairchild, Matthea Harvey, Brian Turner, and Cole Swensen. Anne Marie Macari's most recent book She Heads into the Wilderness was published in 2008 by Autumn House Press. She is also the author of Gloryland (Alice James Books, 2005), and Ivory Cradle, which won the APR/Honickman First Book Prize in 2000. Macari founded and teaches in the low-residency MFA program in poetry and poetry in translation at Drew University.Carey Salerno is the executive director of Alice James Books. She earned an MFA in poetry from New England College and teaches in the BFA program at the University of Maine at Farmington. Her first poetry collection, Shelter, won a 2007 Kinereth Gensler Award and was published in 2009.Former US Poet Laureate Maxine Kumin, winner of the Pulitzer and Ruth Lilly prizes, is the author of Where I Live: New & Selected Poems 1990-2010 (W. W. Norton & Company), her seventeenth volume, which won the 2011 Los Angeles Times Book Prize in Poetry. "--"A compilation of archival materials accompanies this collection of 40 years of poetry from Alice James Books. Nearly 150 authors are represented in chronological order, including Beatrice Hawley, Fanny Howe, Jane Kenyon, Betsy Sholl, Celia Gilbert, Jean Valentine, Donald Revell, B.H. Fairchild, Brian Turner, and many more. "--
Table of Contents
Introduction
Forty years old and flourishingùa remarkable record for a small nonprofit press-- Alice James Books deserves praise and admiration
Founded in 1973 by seven idealistsùfive women and two men, all of whom are represented hereinùtheir stated goal, to involve the poets themselves in the publishing process, and to provide a venue for women at a time when such access to publication was extremely limited, has been handsomely fulfilled
(Men are also represented, though in small numbers.) The Press takes its name from the sister of luminaries William and Henry, whose own gifts went unremarked in her lifetime.
Alice James has remained a cooperative
It sponsors two annual book competitions: The Kinereth Gensler Award and the Beatrice Hawley Award, whose winners are named to the editorial board and take part in selecting ensuing collections
The Kundiman Prize, open to all Asian American poets with any number of published books, was inaugurated in 2010 and the AJP Translation series preceded it in 2008.
Arranged chronologically, the list of authors is remarkable for its breadth, variety, and passion
This is a big book: a reader needs fortitude to undertake its 207 pages, but anthologies are meant to be sipped, not gulped thirstily
Nevertheless, in gradual and measured swallows, I have downed the entire collection, 130-odd disparate celebratory, elegiac, lyrical, lofty, comic, surreal, imagist, formalist, postmodern bards
The assortment is idiosyncratic, the range of voices and styles embraces the familiar personal narrative voice and the innovative, often dissonant music of more experimental poets.
It has been pointed out that the poet's vocation is in itself a declaration of independence
It has, as Stanley Kunitz once remarked, no market value
Hence, it is all but incorruptible
This anthology owes allegiance to none, other than the poets who have been selected by the cooperative board
Ed Ochester, introducing a forty-year anthology of University of Pittsburgh poets, sagely described the university and small independent presses as ôthe garage bands of the publishing industry."
Now let us strike up the music
What could be more incongruent than the juxtaposition of seriocomic, irreverent, loquacious David Kirby with his long narrative line and lyrical, elliptical poet of brevity, Jane Mead? Thanks to their coincident publication dates, Kirby's The Temple Gate Called Beautiful (2008) and Mead's The Usable Field of the same year, they abut in the table of contents
Kirby's title poem opens:
It says HELL IS HOT HOT HOT HOT/and NO SEX WITH MEN ALOUD/ and NO ICE WATER IN HELL/ on the hundreds of washers and dryers/ and air conditioner housings that stud/ the land around outsider artist W. C. Rice's house...
And Mead's ôThe Origin" û the title runs right into the poem: of what happened is not in languageù/ of this much I am certain./Six degrees south, six east----//and you have it: the bird/with the blue feathers, the brown bird---/same white breasts....
On to elegiac poemsùisn't all poetry elegiac au fond? All poems are rooted in the mortality we bemoan; if we were immortal we would have no need to record human feelings in poetry.
So many poems here moved me, but none more profoundly than Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno, whose poems about the murder of her daughter that gave rise to Slamming Open the Door, are masterly
The title poem opens: In his Russian greatcoat, slamming open the door with an unpardonable bang, and he has been here ever since. and concludes:
Even as I sit here, he stands behind me clamping two colossal hands on my shoulders and bends down and whispers to my neck: From now on, you write about me.
Other elegies I found notable include ôWashing Beans," by Rita Gabis; E. Miller Laino's poem, ôNo Stone;" Catherine Barnett's ôThe Disbelieving," and David Williams's ôAvailable Light.
"And what would an anthology be without some poems about poets writing poems? Here are four: ôLowell Reading," by John Hildebidle; ôWait," by Susan Snively; ôTo Plath, to Sexton," by Jean Valentine, and Lee Rudolph's ôThe Fireman's Ball," a hilarous plea for poets to pressure the public the way firefighters do as they hawk tickets to their dance: ô...does anyone/ admire the poets' long brass stanzas,/ their black, pliant, waterproof metaphors...?" Poems about family and poems about relationships abound
In the ironically titled ôFather's Day," Suzanne Matson describes [o]ne father, mine, sits far away and waits to die, mumbling old grudges to his tireless self...
He sits pissed off and bony, a gray silt of whiskers and wild brows and flaking skin.... But let us not dwell on that
Let us dwell on the rhythmic ringing notes of his hammer in the backyard thirty years ago ...And everything was green: the big house, the little house, the backyard and our tightly furled lives. Miriam Goodman's ôArgument for Parting" ends ôAnd I don't marry./ I don't buy land./ I get older by myself" and Tom Absher's ôThe Hermit"closes with ôWinter and I have a talent for emptiness--/ this is going to be a sweet exile"; these two poets suggest the rejection of earlier relationships and the acceptance of an independent hermetic life
Ellen Dore Watson's ôOne of the Ones" and Frank X
Gaspar's ôOne Thousand Blossoms" seem to be cries from the heart; Watson writes ôI won't forget you and you and you, each/ with a brutal truth to send away/ in a little boat, let me be one of the ones/ to keep it afloat..." Gaspar declares ôYou don't want less loveùthis ground has been covered before--/ you want more love, even when you can't say what it means." In ôPrairie" Robin Becker describes ô[t]wo women in a field/ in the middle of our lives, / while the whole wrecked world/ slides into tomorrow./ Her hands come to my body and I would rest/ in that simplicity, this field this night....
" Poems about war deserve more space than I can allot them here
Both Doug Anderson, author of The Moon Reflected Fire and Brian Turner, of Here, Bullet, have seen combat and their poems have been wrung from it
In ôShort Timer" Anderson reports ôI syringed the long gash with sterile water/...the man saying Oh God and already the slur,/ the drool.../ What was in the 20cc's of brain he lost?" Turner's title poem arrests us with ôAnd I dare you to finish/ what you've started, Because here, Bullet,/ here is where I complete the word you bring/ hissing through the air, here is where I moan/ the barrel's cold esophagus,triggering / my tongue's explosives..." Theodore Deppe, formerly a nurse, writes in ôThe Book of God" about the photo of a crucified girl, ôone of several Bosnian children nailed to the doors/ of their own homes to frighten the parents away." These poets have excoriating tales to tell; we need to listen.
Three poetsùKazim Ali, Anne Marie Macari, and Henrietta Goodman-- are represented here with poems about faith
Ali, a Muslim, writes about the Hagar and Ismael story
Macari cites Mary and Luke Goodman states, ôGod as an engine seems right
Not God/ to make promises to, or in front of, /but God to grind promises up// burn them like gas.
"tTwo interesting poems about occupations deserve mention
Erica Funkhouser's title poem, ôWomen Who Clean Fish," opens: The women who clean fish are all named Rose...// Under plastic aprons their breasts/ foam and bubble...//they pack the bodies in, ten per box,/ their tails crisscrossed as if in sacrament.// It is the iridescent scales that stick...lighting up hours late in a dark room." Memorable too, is B.H
Fairchild's ôKeats," which opens: ôI knew him
He ran the lathe next to mine./ Perfectionist, a madman, even on overtime..
and I remember the red hair flaming/ beneath the lamp, calipers measuring out/ the last cut, his hands flicking iron burrs/ like shooting stars through the shadows." One dream poem startled me
(I am sure there are others, but nothing quite so dramatic.) It is a persona poem, from Night Watches, Carole Oles's collection about the mid-nineteenth century American woman astronomer, Maria Mitchell
Full of foreboding about her reception in academia, Mitchell dreams, ôI am delivered to Harvard/ in a black carriage with curtains// The lecture hall churns// I open my mouth to begin/ and my teeth spill out/ powdery as chalk." Dear reader, I've been there; possibly some of you have, too.
In addition to finding widely diverging thematic concerns, I searched for varying prosodic approaches
I needed to look no further than the first poem in the collection, ôMallard," by Cornelia Veenendaal for the ballast of metaphor
The bird is ôa pilot of the inland waters"; he uses his ôbrilliant paddles" during migration to ôrow over whole states....
"Many poets use stanza breaks to shift time or place or mood
Linnea Johnson moves from her own ôcrosscut handsaw" to ôyours" in the second stanza, then leaps to ôI am in love with you from the neck down" in the third.
And then there is the deliberate density of lines that do not invite scansion but run pellmell without punctuation, capitalizing the first letter of each line to lend the poem a formal aspect
See Matthea Harvey's ôIn Defense of Our Overgrown Garden.
"Anaphora, caesura, internal rhymes, the sound effects of alliteration, assonance, and consonance all add varying tonalities.
There is one prose poem, a scant handful of poems in rhyme, an acute shortage of sonnets, villanelles, and sestinas
Perhaps this is not surprising in an anthology of contemporary poets; perhaps it is a tribute to the variety and skill of the poems that this unregenerate old formalist can say she enjoyed this assignment.
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