… Everything’s attached.
In the briar patch whichever way
you turn, somebody gets scratched.
From the beginning of this book Kates seems to inject a bit of old time religion. The concept of predestination is trotted out front and center. Universal creation cues ennui. Even human tragedy and evil one generally expects as part of life. As you are slowing down looking at the next horrendous crack up, you hear the poetic traffic cop exclaim, “Nothing to see here; move along.” In the poem Six-Day Wonder, Kates describes the humdrum,
… The celebrated night-
and-day dichotomy had praise
from man, the delegate, whose chief end
was to make glory of all this
orderly chaos and pretend
that a small part of it was his.
The sun in place, nothing was new
under it. The stars were moved
because there was nothing else to do
but love, and be loved.
Notice the word pretend. In the poet’s predictable world, man must still pretend that he controls something, anything. For more of my review of The Briar Patch go here: http://dougholder.blogspot.com/2012/10/the-briar-patch-selected-poems.html