Winter's Journey
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Stephen Dobyns
Stephen Dobyns is the author of eleven novels and six books of poetry. Born in New Jersey in 1941, he attended Shimer College, Wayne State University, and the University of Iowa. His most recent novels include Saratoga Bestiary and The Two Deaths of Senora puccini. Concurring Beasts, his first book of poems, was chosen the Lamont Poetry Selection for 1971. Black Dog, Red Dog was a selection of the National Poetry Series in 1984. Stephen Dobyns has taught courses on poetry and writing at many colleges and universities and is currently a professor of English at Syracuse University
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- Rating: 2 out of 5 stars2/5If poetry is the careful distillation of language to an essence,, then these stream-of-consciousness prosy essays are not really poetry. There is no doubt Stephen Dobyn's can write---given his past poetry collections and the concluding poem in Winter's Journey. But I cannot recommend this collection, given that it feels lax and self indulgent. There are moments: phrases and sentences that ring true or have fine wit about them. Let's just let it go at this: Disappointing.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5'Winter's Journey' by Stephen DobynsStephen Dobyns, poet, is also novelist, essayist, teacher and dog-walker par excellence. Politics and nature are the basics of his 'Winter's Journey.' His appreciation of the natural world contrasts with his views of our current state of affairs. (He mentions that 'Most of these poems were begun in the winter of 2007 and were affected by that season's political climate.' Readers will wish they had his expressive ability. . . he speaks for many of us.) 'Mourning Doves' covers a great deal of history: memories of his mother's reactions meld into his assessment of school systems, citing the public's willingness to accept miraculous claims (example: the appearance of the Virgin Mary's face on grilled cheese sandwich, which sold for $28,000).Rather than opening up himself to ironic remarks (from the man who delivers oil for his furnace), he muses on the trajectory of the money he pays for oil. 'Nickel' ranges from the far east to Saks Fitfh Avenue before he takes himself and the dog to the beach, 'telling myself i've completed significant work, even if what I mean by work is just the good fortune to forget.'The book closes with 'Lost.' Only four 4-line stanzas its effect is that of a challenge (or a conundrum?) All these poems merit rereading, and reading aloud reinforces their effect.
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Winter's Journey - Stephen Dobyns
POEM
Who has the time? he asked.
But none in the room wore a watch.
On the hearth lay a dog, its two
front paws making parallel lines.
It’s eleven o’clock, said another,
the day has scarcely begun.
But the dog was a black dog,
black with one blind eye.
It’s nearing midnight, said a third,
and which of us is ready?
NAPATREE POINT
A mile from where I live is a beach where in winter
I walk the dog, console myself with the ocean’s beauty,
and ponder the imponderables, like what to do about
living in a country that has become an embarrassment,
disliked and even hated around the world, a constant
source of bickering among its people and led by men
and women who seem stupid, but are probably only
scared, greedy, egotistical, and ignorant. Forgive me
if I forget a few. How it got that way and what to do
becomes one of the imponderables and can keep me
busy for a long walk, while being unable to work out
an explanation makes me feel like a Good German
of the late 1930s. I mean, if only I thought the FBI
were tapping my phone, I’d take it as a compliment.
Regrettably the commissars of modern poetry don’t
like poems to talk about bloodshed and babies blown
to smithereens, so I expect I should hold my tongue.
Not so long ago Harvard’s top poetry critic told me
and a few others that she took pride in never once
having voted. It was hard to feel more than sad, but,
to me, she vanished, she became a nonperson, as if
she had walked out on the human race, her writings
also, since what truth could she say about poetry if
she separated poetry from the world? I know I can’t
just rant in a poem, although it’s hard to stop myself,
but given the problem I hate going back to writing
about flowers and sex. Yet none of that affects being
ashamed of the country in which one lives and not
knowing how to fix it. The Great Twitterer is famous
for saying poetry makes nothing happen, other things
also, but even if that were the case, one must, I think,
still raise one’s voice. It would be dreadful to be merely
a Good German, turning my back as Jews were carted off.
Is it the enormity of the daily calamity that makes so many
contemporary poets write lines without meaning or use
language to hide meaning? Take Ashbery, for instance,
not to beat a dead horse, and surely other names might
do as well, but is nonmeaning intended to obscure
the awfulness of meaning, just as Dadaists made snappy
responses to World War I? At times it seems the only
sane answer is a joke. Even slapstick can be an answer,
as if to slip on a banana might form a rational response
to the trenches of the Somme. But despite the jokes,
nonmeaning seems a kind of shirking, to duck what
somebody lacks the capacity to express. And the value
of nonmeaning? Totally zip. Do you see how these
imponderables can get a grip? In a letter, Chekhov wrote
that he didn’t need to say stealing horses was wrong,
he only had to describe a horse thief exactly. But even
Chekhov couldn’t write about the czar without landing
in a Russian clink. That at least tells us a lot about
the power of language in Russia, whereas I could write
about the president to my heart’s content and not make
the slightest dent on the escutcheon of his indifference,
which is still no reason to write about flowers and sex.
So in fact it’s the frustration of being unable to describe
the horror without just shouting, Look at the horror!
I mean, people aren’t dumb. Even if they turn away
to scribble non sequiturs they know something nasty
is creeping up behind them. How these imponderables
can age us, like dragging a dead horse up a mountain:
what do I get but a dead horse up a mountain? And I’m
still no closer to understanding how to live in a country
that’s become an embarrassment, which occurs in part
from weighing the idealism of the Constitution against
the cynicism of the present administration, much like
comparing a bathing beauty to a drag queen, which is
not to insult drag queens. But what to do except make
inept and fretful remarks remains unclear when really
I’d