I've been celebrating National Poetry Month since its inception in 1996, from building displays and hosting events as a bookseller to later writing Shelf Awareness NPM columns, starting in 2007 with these words: "Poetry Month reminds us that poetry is still a retail labor of love. Over the years, I've met Poetry Month evangelists and detractors among booksellers, readers and writers. Even some poets I know have expressed mixed feelings about the concept, wondering why poetry has to be trotted out like an orphan up for adoption once a year. Why isn't it irresistible? The answer is that it is an orphan for most readers."
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Poetry Month display at Brookline Booksmith |
Booksellers celebrate in so many great ways. NPM is a big room, with plenty of space for fun events like the Worst Poetry Ever contest at Maze Books, Rockford, Ill., as well as Brookline Booksmith's eloquent tribute to the season: "Poetry in springtime--the ideal medium at the ideal moment for reawakening, solace, connection and inspiration. Here to help you savor it all is our selection of the best and most exciting poetry from around the world and across time, from voices both mainstream and marginalized, in forms ranging from traditional to experimental. Reaffirm your love for the precision of Basho's haiku or the sumptuousness of Neruda's odes; experience Derek Walcott's joy in the life and language of the Caribbean; revel in the graceful lines of Ocean Vuong or the taut fire of Layli Long Soldier; or delve into Pádraig Ó Tuama's anthology of 'Poems to Open Your World'--and find, as Emily Dickinson put it, that 'If I feel like the top of my head is blown off, then I know it is poetry.' "
This year I've experienced something unprecedented. In the days leading up to NPM, the top of my head has been blown off by reading and rereading just one new collection, The Natural Hustle by Eva H.D (McClelland & Stewart). I blame filmmaker Charlie Kaufman (Synecdoche, New York; Anomalisa). Also thanks, Charlie. Actually, Eva H.D. tops that with her own dedication in the new book: For Charlie, who helped.
All this actually began in February, when I discovered that Kaufman and Eva H.D. had teamed up for a short film, Jackals & Fireflies, shot on a Samsung Galaxy S22 Ultra by cinematographer Chayse Irvin (part of the company's #withGalaxy campaign). IndieWire reported that Eva H.D. adapted the script from her own poem and appears in it as the narrator.
"So much of it is about the experience of being anywhere, but specifically in New York, and we shot as much as we could all over the city," Kaufman said. "Everybody involved in it became very sort of aware. We had people say things like, 'I always walk around with earphones on or earbuds, and I'm not going to do that anymore. I'm starting to listen to people's conversations that I'm passing on the street.' I thought that the poem, and then consequently the movie, did a service in that regard, in that it reminded people to be in the world that they're in."
Kaufman and Eva H.D. first met when they were completing artist residencies at MacDowell in New Hampshire (For Charlie, who helped). Fast forward from then a bit (or rewind from now) and there I am hearing Eva H.D.'s poem "Bonedog" for the first time, being recited in Kaufman's 2020 film adaptation of Iain Reid's novel I'm Thinking of Ending Things.
In the scene, Jake (Jesse Plemons) and his new girlfriend (Jessie Buckley) are driving through a snowstorm to his parents' house. He asks her if she's been working on anything. She says she just finished a new poem, but is hesitant when he asks her to recite it, then relents. "It's called 'Bonedog,' " she says, then begins:
Coming home is terrible.
Whether the dogs lick your
face or not; whether you
have a wife or just a wife-
shaped loneliness waiting
for you, coming home
is terribly lonely...."
Jackals & Fireflies happened because the I'm Thinking of Ending Things experience worked so well, Kaufman told IndieWire: "She had written this poem and recorded it, and her friend Brian Kobayakawa, who scores this, put it to music, and I heard it. I thought it was really beautiful, and I thought we should try to make it into a movie."
And so, because of these odd elements, for the first time I'm celebrating NPM with just one book, The Natural Hustle. I usually have a stack; I think you should have a stack. In fact, I highly recommend the acquisition of stacks of poetry books year round.
Right this second, however, I'm reading these lines from "The Snapshot's Tale: Lone Window on a Porch in Pasadena":
Art behaves at a fifth grade level and will never
get into college at this rate and time behaves
not at all, not if what you want to do is go back,
stretch those hands into the flatline
that precedes the heart's first sputter: keep it still.
And since it's early days in baseball season, I just found myself considering, for a moment, the complexities and contradictions of NPM through the lens of Eva H.D.'s haiku "Sandy Koufax's Curveball Wrecked His Arm and It Was Worth It":
It was perfect, and
by the end sheer agony
and it was worth it.