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Friday, September 11, 2009

Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou 23-25

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou, a series of poems that Mackey has been working on through three books. His latest book with Andoumboulou poems in them, Splay Anthem, won the National Book Award. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it (and I sincerely hope you do), many of the poems can be found here. Also, Mackey reads 10 of the poems with musical accompaniment on an album entitled Strick.]

These three poems are the final ones in a sub-series within the Songs of the Adoumboulou that is entitled "Strick." I will discuss this series as a whole in my next post on Mackey. For now, I will just focus on these three poems.

Allusions
Wings of a Dove — Could he be referring to the classic country song by this title, written by Ferlin Husky? It is a Christian song that makes reference to Noah.

Bamako — Capital and largest city in Mali.

The Station Hotel — Attached to this hotel in Bamaka are the passenger railway yard and a bar where traditional and contemporary Mali muscians performed.

Cerno Bokar
"Tierno Bokar (1875–1939) was a Sufi sage, a member of a distinguished clan, and a spiritual leader in his village in Mali. His clan, exponents of repeating a Sufi prayer 12 times, was embroiled in a debate with a rival clan that advocated repeating it 11 times, a debate that devolved into a conflict over power and leadership in the Tidjani Sufi Order. When Tierno eventually became a follower of Hamallah, a member of the rival clan, he was cast out by family, relatives and clan, branded a traitor, and forbidden to teach or pray publicly. His enemies further ostracized him by collaborating with the colonial powers, portraying him as a fomenter of rebellion against French rule. Tierno died impoverished and isolated."

Nyamkala
— "The Mande people are very magical in nature. This can be mostly attributed to the nyamakalaw subgroup; an endogamous people who are born with the inherent ability to control nature. The power they are able to wield so well is called nyama. In fact, their name nyama-kala could be translated as handlers (kala) of nyama. The Mande see nyama as a hot, wild energy that is the animating force of nature. Nyama is present in all the rocks, trees, people and animals that inhabit the Earth. It is similar to the Western notion of the soul but is more complete than that. It controls nature, the stars and the motions of the sea. Nyama is truly the sculptor of the universe..."

See also
, "a Nyamkala griot [is] a highly trained musician whose traditional job is to carry the knowledge of the people from person to person and generation to generation. He sees himself in direct opposition to the more popular notion of a griot as a popular storyteller and praise singer, or as a street musician and beggar, both images that have come to be common throughout West Africa

Shaykh Hamallah
— Cerno Bokar became a follower of this Sufi master, thereby alienating his people.

Gassire's Lute
— A West African folktale. This is a translation by Marcus Garvey. There are others.

Salif Keita
— "Salif Keita is an internationally recognized Afro-Pop singer and song writer from Mali. He is unique not only because of his reputation as the Golden Voice of Africa, but because he is an albino and a direct descendant of the founder of the Mali Empire, Sundiata Keita. Keita was born on August 25, 1949 in the city of Djoliba. He was outcast by his family and ostracized by the community because he was an albino, a sign of bad luck in Mandinka culture. He left Djoliba for Bamako in 1967, where he joined the government sponsored Super Rail Band de Bamako."

Djelimady Tounkara — "Djelimady Tounkara is one of the foremost guitarists in Africa. Born in the culturally rich town of Kita, east of the Malian capital, Bamako, Djelimady grew up surrounded with traditional music played by members of his family. The Tounkaras are griots, musicians and historians by birth. Djelimady played djembe drum and ngoni, a banjo-like lute, as a boy. When he moved to Mali's capital, Bamako, during the 1960s, he had actually planned to work as a tailor. But music proved a stronger calling. He started playing guitar in a large, government-sponsored neighborhood band, Orchestre Misira. Voted the best guitarist in the band, Djelimady was selected to join the Orchestre National as rhythm guitarist, a great honor for the young player. The band's solo guitarist in those days was multi-instrumentalist Keletigui Diabate, who is known today as one of the most accomplished balaphone players in West Africa. Djelimady established himself early on as a guitarist capable of evoking the griot's three major traditional instruments--the ngoni, the balaphone, and the kora--on guitar. From the first time he performed solo on the national radio station, his mastery of tradition and his innovative approach to the guitar were evident to all...."

Soumagoro
— the Sorcerer King of Sosso

What-Sayer — In epigraph to the whole book What Said Serif, Ellen Basso is quoted from her book A Musical View of the Universe: "...The what-say may be someone who asked to be given the narrative [of a story] or the recipient of a story that exemplifies explanatory principles needing clarification..."

loquat — "
A tree of moderate size, the loquat may reach 20 to 30 ft (6-9 in), has a rounded crown, short trunk, and woolly new twigs. The evergreen leaves, mostly whorled at the branch tips, are elliptical-lanceolate to obovate lanceolate, 5 to 12 in (12.5-30 cm) long and 3 to 4 in (7.5-10 cm) wide; dark-green and glossy on the upper surface, whitish-or rusty-hairy beneath, thick, stiff, with conspicuous parallel, oblique veins, each usually terminating at the margin in a short, prickly point. Sweetly fragrant flowers, borne in rusty-hairy, terminal panicles of 30 to 100 blooms, are white, 5-petalled, 1/2 to 3/4 in (1.25-2 cm) wide. The fruits, in clusters of 4 to 30, are oval, rounded or pear-shaped, 1 to 2 in (2.5-5 cm) long, with smooth or downy, yellow to orange, sometimes red-blushed, skin, and white, yellow or orange, succulent pulp, of sweet to subacid or acid flavor. There may be 1 to 10 seeds, though, ordinarily, only 3 to 5, dark-brown or light-brown, angular -ellipsoid, about 5/8 in (1.5 cm) long and 5/16 in (8 mm) thick."

djinn — "In Islam, the djinn are a race of spirit beings that can be good or evil. (Djinn, or jinn, is the origin of the more familiar word "genie" in English.) "

Raz — Perhaps an anagram for Zar — ""The purpose of the Zar ceremony is to cure mental illness through contact with the possessing spirits which cause maladies. Though there are several methods for dealing with psychological disturbance, the Zar is the last resort which is supposed to have powerful therapeutic effect for several kinds of ailments," writes John Kennedy in Nubian Ceremonial Life. "

Dadaoua — Both Jeff Gray and Megan Simpson in the Spring 2000 Callaloo claim that this is an anagram of ouadada, a mythical place of Mackey's creation that stands for an aboriginal collective. Is this corroborated by anything Mackey said in an interview? I don't know.Aaccording to Jeff Gray, ""Dadaoua," an anagrammatic "turning-around" of "Ouadada," echoes also the "real" ... The counterpart to the Ouadada / Dadaoua turn-around is precise here, ..."

A Night in Tunisia — Jazz standard, written by Dizzy Gillespie and with its roots in the bebop era.

Rasp — This is a word that Mackey frequently uses to refer to the friction of cross-cultural encounters, the creaks and nomadic tendencies in language, and the way the Dogon singers sound on "Song of the Andoumboulou"
"Chant des Andoumboulou"("Song of the Andoumboulou")Dogon Song, from the album Le Rituel Funeraire (Songs Of The Living - The Funeral Rites) (5:29): MP3" to be found on the Mackey page of PennSound

Oub'da — from
Jeff Gray - "Beyond the Letter": Identity, Song, and Strick ... "The a that troubles the spelling is a convention of the French prefixes established in Ouadada, Ouagadougou (often spelled Wagadougou), and Ouab'da."

Zar — This is all I could find: "a pagan religious custom, apparently originating in central Ethiopia during the eighteenth century, later spreading throughout East Africa and North Africa. Zār custom involves the possession of an individual (usually female) by a spirit. It is also practised in southern Iran and elsewhere in the Middle East. A featured Musical instrument in the Zār ritual is the tanbura, a six-string Lyre which, like the Zār practice itself, exists in various forms in an area stretching from East Africa to the Arabian Peninsula. Other instruments include the mangour, a leather belt sewn with many goat hooves, and various percussion instruments. The Zaar cult served as a refuge for women and effeminate men in conservative, Muslim-dominated Sudan.

Hurqalya — An important setting in the Ba'hai faith. "The Shaykhis believed, that between the physical world and the spiritual world, there exists an intermediary world called Hurqalya (from the Greek word Huvarkalya) or the world of archetypal images (Alame' Mithal). Everything in this world has its counterpart in the world of Hurqalya. Each individual being has two bodies - one of which exists in the physical world and one in Hurqalya. The occulted, but living Twelfth Imam and the cities of Jabulqa and Jabulsa, where he is supposed to live, all exist in the realm of Hurqalya. "

School of Udra — From the back of the Mackey book of poems of this title: "School of Udhra takes its title from the Bedouin poetic tradition associated with the seventh-century Arab poet Djamil, the Udhrite school of poets who, "when loving die." Bedouin tradition, however, is only one of the strands of world revery these poems have recourse to. They obey a "bedouin" impulse of their own-fugitive, moving on, nomadic"

"Hollow be my name" — Play on the line from the Christian lord's prayer, Hallowed by thy name. Mackey's phrase seems to echo Gnostic suspicion of the God of the Bible.

atavistic — The return of a trait or recurrence of previous behavior after a period of absence.

pa'l monte — "Vamanos Pa'l Monte" is the title of an early '70's recording by salsa star Eddie Palmieri. Is this what Mackey is referring to?

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In interviews Mackey makes clear that the sections of "The Songs of the Andoumboulou" are permeable: the end of one poem and the beginning of another signals something new, but it is rarely a break. Similarly, such permeable sections exist within poems. Sometimes Mackey will set off a section of a poem by a dot. Other times he goes to more extremes: he makes a page break, and then continues the poem under a horizontal line that appears some distance down on that page. There are definitely formal and thematic shifts that occur with this sectioning. But things reoccur as well. Click here to see an online poem at the Poetry Foundation website that uses these techniques.

Whatsaid Serif begins with a group of nine poems given the name "strick." Strick refers to hemp or another type of reed that is good for weaving and creating rope. More on this in a subsequent post.

The final three poems of the "Strick" series is what I will concern myself with today. They are "Song of the Andoumboulou 23-25."

Throughout "Strick" there is traveling: on railroad, on bus, on plane, on the underground railroad. We begin where we left off in Andoumboulou 22, on a bus. But here, while a 'cut', a song, plays on the boombox, we have a specific destination: The Station Hotel in Bamako, the capital and largest city in Mali.

Somehow, Mackey has a vision of Cerno Bokar climbing aboard the bus, and then transitions into his story (see above), and his difficulties when he became a disciple of Shaykh Hamallah. He sees the warring elevens and twelves jihading on the bus.
He continues the story as he moves to a new setting: the bar at the Station Hotel. In fact, the band there "reminded us" of this story of doctrinal splitting and betrayal.

After a dotted break, he describes Cerno Bokar coming aboard again and he "called / war the male muse." Bokar then seems to join up with a chorus of contemporary African musicians: Nyamakula flutes, Keita, Kante, Djelimady Tounkara.

Mackey earlier describes the musicians as "Souls in motion, conducive / to motion, too loosely / commected to be called a / band." Then he inserts Bokar's tale into the music, points out war as a "ruse" — punning on "muse," that "boast and belittlement" were tossed back and forth, that Tounkara's guitar is compared to Gassire's bloody lute, "Tenuous Kin we called / our would-be band, Atthic Ensemble."

How are we to take this violent music?

The answer, if we are to be given one, is not given immediately.

After a dotted break, we are back on a train, "hovering" between book and not book, what and not what, train and not train, ready and unready. Also, there is an unidentified character 'insisting a story lay behind the story," but the voice of the poem insists a story named "Ever After" is in front of where this is. What is certain? We are in an epistemological and narratological crisis. What is the character of this specific crisis?

After a dotted break, Mackey discusses a "Beginningless book" and a musician feeling "as if all want were in his holding / a note only a half-beat / longer." He is addressing desire: the way we can feel, in our artistic creations, that we almost got it just right. But this is delusion. The nature of desire is mutation, substitution, and frustration: it's object is so unnattainable that we should perhaps think of desire as simple somatic energy, without specific objects, but with signposts, with glintings, with wonderings: "no book of a / wished else."

How do we put this all together?

The first section begins by punning on "cut" as both a song on a record and the schism of Sufi's that Cerno Bokar was in the middle of. Music and violence are interwoven. This is continued in the second section, where contemporary African musicians are brought into contentious, bloody, dialogue with Cerno Bokar. The third introduces the notion of hovering between opposites, "people ever about to get ready, unready." This "ever" hovering between opposites I take as the endlessness of desire.

The fourth and final section emphasizes this endless of desire, "the where / we / thumbed" — perhaps an image of hitchhiking, but certainly an image of moving, of "thumbing through."

Music will not carry us to a pure state beyond desire and contention. No art will. No story will. We are where we are, and it will never end, even after we die discussions of us will continue amid the desire and contention.

"Andoumboulou 24" takes us back onto the bus. The passengers mus go into a field to pee. Then he writes of "The world's raw want, could it all have / been so compressed," bringing us back to the issue of desire. The desire turns graphically sexual when "one whom love set / wandering" performs a bloody form of cuninlingus.

Into this dangerous situation the what-sayer steps. I am a little confused about what happens next, but it seems that "we for / whom the word was long dead...woke up to a new life." This raw, bloody desire is perhaps what it takes to get to words, to get to language.

The next section of the poem comes after a dot. It tells an elliptical story of heterosexual lovers rnning from a city in ruins, mentions the 8,281,404th beating, "a tale / too inane to be told." This is, I think, the story of violence being banal, simple, and without meaning. Being beaten is being beaten. To say anything else is to offend the pain.

The next section of the poem begins on the next page and under a horizontal line. The violence continues: "boots / to the ribs, batons to the / back."

Sexual violence, created by desire, is brought into relation to political violence. In the last section, this violence is given a place name, Ouab'da, like Abu Ghraib. This is a disturbing poem: Mackey unflinchingly refuses to distinguish the violence of rough sex between what seems to be willing partners and political violence.

Could it be that the very violence of the sexuality opens their desire to the possibility of fresh language, to their "legs bent ready to / spring, hellbent on / heaven, / lit between themselves a star"? But this opening is politically suppressed because it cannot last, it is a "No-Such-Place."

Logicallhy, the fact of political suppression would suggest that, without human intervention, the freshness of language, heaven, and stars that results from intense sexuality, is possible. People, not metaphysical absolutes, decide to oppress the seers.

But I don't think Mackey is this optimistic. I don't think his poems give any sense of a shared, unitary human-ness. We will always be many, and the many cannot become united except by violence. If the many remain many, there will be contested lands and desires. Either way, violence of some sort is inevitable.

The epigram for number 25 reads — "zar" nth part —" The Zar is a religious ceremony described above. Apparently, he is referencing a an unknown part of the ceremony.

This time they are again on a train. The train is not making stops, and is apparently going to an unknown destination. The tone is ominous: "reich," "hitlist," "dismembered" and so on. The tone continues. It is a mournful poem.

Perhaps what is most important is its reference Hurqualya (see above.) In Ba'hai it is an intermidiate world. This puts me in the mind of the hovering he brought up a poem or two ago. It puts me in the mind of the Gnostics who believed the true gospel had to be discerned through the false one Christianity now uses.

In all these instances there is the recognition of slippage, creakiness, and even conflict.

I don't believe Mackey is a secular poet, but I do believe he is an immantist one: his poetry is stuck in the complexities, nuances, and sublties of the desiring, dynamic, evolving and revolving.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Nathaniel Mackey: Andoumboulou 21

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou, a series of poems that Mackey has been working on through three books. His latest book with Andoumboulou poems in them, Splay Anthem, won the National Book Award. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it (and I sincerely hope you do), many of the poems can be found here. Also, Mackey reads 10 of the poems with musical accompaniment on an album entitled Strick.]

Allusions / Vocabulary
Paulinho —
minha primeira vez — Portuguese for "my first time"
loquat —
Såo Paulo —
Algeciras
Djbai — See Mackey's Atet A.D. pages 111-112
Bittabai — See above
Quantam
Strick —
Lag — I think he is using the verb, meaning "to fail to keep up," as a noun
Apse —
Aliquant —
Samba

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This poem seems to be a continuation of the previous one. Mackey allows for such readings because he says in interviews that the poems in Song of the Andoumboulou can be thought of as overlapping.

That said, we must ask what the effect is of making the break between the two poems where he does. I think it is rhythmic: while all of Mackey's poems look fairly similar on the page, the way they work out specifically can be quite distinct. In Song 20 toward the end, the words are placed in a highly vertical and tilted fashion. You will have to trust me on this, because this blog form will not allow me to do justice to a quotation. In addition, pounding allusion and repetition add to the momentum.

In 21, the feeling is much more horizontal, and more space is given within and between lines. It seems that the break between poems is used to slow us down and to get us to view the same series of events (the poem begins with the word "next") within a more relaxed rhythmic medium.

"Next a Brazilian cut" -- Thus the poem begins. Mackey is referring to a song, a "cut", on an album of the Braziliam percussionist and singer Paulinho. They are also still in a train: "loquat groves hurried by / outside ... in southern Spain." Nevertheless, the sound of the Brazilian's music means that Brazil is placed within Spain, the air of the train as much of the distantly recorded song as of the earth of Spain.

Attention then shifts to a train in Brazil, "a train / less of thought than of quantum / solace, quantum locale." I believe that Mackey is getting at the still not fully understaood physics term "action-at-a-distance." Physicists have observed causal connections between particles too far apart to have any sort of typical interaction. What Mackey seems to be offering is quantum poetics, a way of thinking about music and poetry and culture that is also quantum, not hampered by overly determined notions of locale.

Put another way — a youngster from Pulaski, WI today may very well know less about his town's legendary polka music than of Scandinavian death metal. Action at a distance.

This continues in the final stanza, which seems to represent Brazil at carnaval (and it doesn't matter if Mackey was 'actually' there — action at a distance): "crowds milling," "loco, lock-kneed samba," polyrhythmic remit." Mackey does not seem very positive about this event, emphasizing the "book of / it" more than the it.

Heidegger (a philosopher I have deep reservations about, but he is useful here) in the 60's wrote about how when he first saw pictures of earth from orbiting satellites, he felt that we had lost the earth forever. Granted, Heidegger's concept of "earth" was extremely complex, but ultimately his pronouncement must be seen as conservative. There was a right way to experience earth, it is forever in the past, and we have lost it. Nostalgia.

There seems to be a bit of that nostalgia in this poem. There is no home here. We are in a cultural situation where we are always on trains, not to escape slavery as we saw in poem 20, but because it is simply where we cannot help but be. The mood of this poem seems a little downcast about this complex cultural place.

But Mackey has other moods. Mackey does not stay with this conservative mood.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Andoumboulou 19

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou, a series of poems that Mackey has been working on through three books. His latest book with Andoumboulou poems in them, Splay Anthem, won the National Book Award. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it (and I sincerely hope you do), many of the poems can be found here. Also, Mackey reads 10 of the poems with musical accompaniment on an album entitled Strick.]

Allusions / Definitions

Cerno Bokar (also know as Tierno Bokar)
Bokar (1883-1940) was a Sufi mystic who lived in what is now Mali. He sent missionaries to the Dogon in an effort to convert at least some of the tribe's people. Mackey is probably referring to a rift in the West African Sufi community that the French colonial power used to its advantage.

Most of my information comes from this site: < http://www.tiernobokar.columbia.edu/background.html. As you can see, it's associated with Columbia University.

A biography appeared in 1986, West African Sufi: The Religious Heritage and Spiritual Search of Cerno Bokar Saalif Taal, by Louis Brenner. I am getting some of my knowledge from reviews of the book by William R. Darrow, Lamin Sanneh, C.C. Stewart, Danal B. Cruise O'Brien, Peter Clarke.

This book, of course, appeared well after the poems were written. Did Mackey consult
The Life and Teaching of Tierno Bokar: The Sage of Bandiagara (Paris: Editions Présence Africaine, 1957) by Amadou Hampaté Bås?

Sophist — Teaching of wisdom. The name given to pre-Socratic thinkers who were discredited by post-Plato Western philosophy at least until Nietszche.

Kanoun — Arab musical instrument. From what I can tell, similar to an oud.

Sidi BrahimAlgerian red wine.

Hsissen — Apparently, an Algerian musician. I can find nothing more.

Ogo — Dogon trickster god.

Gnaoua — Moroccan musicians

Revenant — Visible ghost that haunts the living.

Imperium — Power, authority

Henna — Flowering plant, used for dying skin and hair in North Africa

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In this very ambitious poem Mackey crosses the Strait of Gibralter and connects the culture of Southern Spain to Morocco and West Africa. Of course, it helps to keep in mind that Spain was conquered by the Moors for a number of centuries before 1400.

The poem begins where the last one left off: In the Long Night Lounge. However, this time it is given two more names: "Wrack Tavern" and "Inn of Many Monikers." This comes after a fascinating opening sentence that places the emphasis on words of logic and strange adjectives rather than the weak verb and subject: " Notwithstanding we stood miragelike, / outless the world he'd have / given regardless, / Ahtt were it / otherwise." (my italics) 'Notwithstanding' is a word of rhetoric and logic, it concedes some sort of point before making a stronger one. But the concession in this case leads only to self-erasing words: since a mirage is the word for an appearance that is not real, "miragelike" would refer to the likeness of a likeness, removing us one step further from what was an illusion in the first place; by its very nature the suffix 'less' negates the word in front of it, so does "outless" mean "in," or is it referring to a liminal place; "world" is used in an unusual way because it's not clear how a tiny somone can give a world; "Ahatt" we learn in one of Mackey's interviews is an anagram for "that" which serves here, in part, as a name.

What does this all add up to? A scene that language cannot get at except through indirection and angles so severe as to virtually cancel out what is there. Does this sentence give us anything other than this sense of cancelling? I believe so. It gives as the liminility of being like an appearance, in a region perhaps between out and in, a place where letters still have provisional meaning, even when their order is shuffled.

In the next few lines we get the association of language with the body — "skin," "flesh eloquence"; the allusion to Cerno Bokar and the book, perhaps the Koran; finally, the wisdom, apparently associated with Bokar, that rattles the stranger as he spoke, "bits of glass / puncture his lips." We move here from language, wisdom and speaking being connected to the body, to severe pain.

We quickly switch to a Sophic "thigh," "belly," "butt," "sway," and "midriff" (among other body parts) causing the stranger to be "taken out." He lets out a sound beneath the level of language, obviously sexual, a sound that even haunted its maker, in addition to the "she," "I," and "we" that are, in some inexplicable way, present.

We end with the sound of a muted kanoun blowing through "our bones."

The first half of this poem weaves together that aspect of language situated in the body, sexuality, and primal responses with the seemingly sacred: the sufi mystic. And this Sufi mystic was brought down by doctrinal disagreements that the French used to their political advantage.

The religious pulled to the earthly.

There is nothing in the first section of the poem that suggests Bokar is a transcendental figure, even though he is seen as such by some traditions.

After the stanza break the lounge changes names again, this time to Blue Sufi, and in the lounge they sip an Algerian red. An Algerian musician hits a "note no / one knew existed," a song associated with the Andoumboulou, the rough draft of human beings living in the earth (Dogon mythology), and the Dogon god of mishchief. Moving north from Mali, to Algeria, the mysterious Moroccan musicians known as the Gnaoua.

This is a classic cross cultural moment, one that brings together strands of culture from Spain to the horn of Africa — "whirled, unravelling, whir." There is a sense that something is happening, but to fully grasp it is beyond us. (Wisdom hurts.)

What's more, wisdom appears in the form of a woman, Sophia. Only this woman is not Greek, but Algerian, and she describes herself as a "Bedouin hick." Once again, Mackey insists on decentering the Eurocentric worldview, emphasizing the wisdom of the conquered and colonized "hicks."

It's not clear who Sophia is interested in: All we know is that his middle name is "music." The result is that, whoever the male half of 'they' is, "events had brought them to this." A place where wisdom, language, music and sexuality ("sway of / palms / and of hips") all caress, embrace, creak, cut and thrum inside and outside the body ("outless.)"

The languages are many, the wisdom from various hicks, the music from a variety of West African and Southern European cultures, and the sexuality attached as much to culture — "henna," "Bedouin" — as it is to primal urges.

The word "wrack" has appeared throughout the poem.The poem ends by wondering about a possible qualified "salvage." We might learn what 'salvage' refers to in Mackey's shifting, dynamic, and "miragelike" world in the poems to come.



-----Original Message-----
From: Michael Weaver
Sent: Jul 22, 2009 12:39 PM
To: Jefferson Hansen
Subject: Wrack Tavern

Hey Jefferson--

Here's a possibly useful gloss on NM's Wrack Tavern/Inn of Many Monikers figures, the only one I've ever been able to find:

"One could liken the journey within the Haqiqat, within the Truth, to training in a divine university, the Tavern of Ruin (Kharabat). In this true center for higher education there are no professors, one's only guide being Absolute Love. Before a perfect being enters this university, he or she can be defined. However, upon entering the Truth, such a being is indefinable, beyond the realm of words."

Dr. Javad Nurbakhsh, In the Tavern of Ruin: Seven Essays on Sufism




Saturday, July 11, 2009

Reflective, Cross-cultural Immanence

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou, a series of poems that Mackey has been working on through three books. His latest book with Andoumboulou poems in them, Splay Anthem, won the National Book Award. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it (and I sincerely hope you do), many of the poems can be found here. Also, Mackey reads 10 of the poems with musical accompaniment on an album entitled Strick.]

To say that Mackey is a poet of immanence is to leave him open to deconstruction. In order to distinguish itself as a concept, immanence needs to define itself against something, probably something in opposition to it. This is the concept of transcendence.

Transcendence suggests the act of standing completely outside a frame of reference. Sometimes, this frame of reference is considered earthly existence itself, and this is referred to as religious transcendence.

If I am reading him in a fair manner, this is the trouble for Mackey: even as he denies transcendence, he also implicitly asserts it as a way of demarcating the essential concept of immanence. This is the deconstruction.

I believe that Mackey sidesteps this issue through his notion of cross-culturality (which is mentioned in the subtitle to a collection of his critical pieces, Discrepant Engagement.) This concept allows Mackey to assert that there are distinguishing limits in immanence, but they are not between it and transcendence. They are between various cultures, and the complicated liminal zone between them.

Cross cultural contact is always a "discrepant engagement," alwasy revealing, concealing, and distracting. Opening only to skitter sideways or to close up or to creak.

That said, we can "know" each other, if knowledge is understaood as a process and not a possession, as the work of creaking. It is also important to note that cross cutrual contact and tensions take place not only between cultures but, in large, complex societies, within a culture.

In short, to get over the immanence - transcendence dichotomy, we substitute the notion of cross-culturality for it. This leaves us in this world, in the shadows and darkness of duende, with no transcendental light, groping and feeling and searching our way toward partial glints and sights in the process of knowledge.

One last word: I believe that rhetorically we need to address the dichotomy in order to clearly demarcate the terrain of cross-culturality. Once we have done that, we can actually discuss Mackey with the nuance he deserves.

Monday, June 29, 2009

Andoumboulou 17 &18

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou, a series of poems that Mackey has been working on through three books. His latest book with Andoumboulou poems in them, Splay Anthem, won the National Book Award. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it (and I sincerely hope you do), many of the poems can be found here. Also, Mackey reads 10 of the poems with musical accompaniment on an album entitled Strick.]

Yesterday I reflected on how seemingly incoherent Andoumboulou 17 becomes given the extraordinary slipperiness of the pronouns. After further consideration, I think that the poem is best seen as a kind of bridge between 16 and 18. Mackey himself discusses in one of his interviews how he wants the poems to echo and suggest each other. If 17 is not able to stand alone, to what extent is it best not to approach it that way?

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On to #18

Allusions / definitions:

ogou en dez o — Ogou is a voodoun god of blacksmithing, war, leadership, and water. "en dez o" means that he is of two waters: Petro and Rada, two different classifications of Voodoun deities (I think.) Petro are given libations of fire, Rada of water. Therefore, ogou can also be seen as a mediator of severe difference.

Davidic Harp

Monophysite
— Emphasize Christ as singularly divine rather than human and divine, as was the Catholic position for centuries.

Oudada — Title of a song on the b-side of a French 78 from 1937. The A side is "
C'est tout le contraire." Megan Simpson in her article "Trickster Poetics: Multiculturalism and Collectivity in Nathaniel Mackey's Song of the Andoumboulou" (Melus vol.28, 2003) claims that Mackey invented the term. I don't know what to believe.

inveiglement — To win over by flattery and wiles

obliquity — deviation from moral rectitude; an obscure or confusing statement

abstruse — difficult to comprehend

ta'wil — There are assorted definitions for this word, all pertaining to the interpretation of Islamic sacred books. The one that would seem the most salient, relative to Mackey's interest in the Gnostics, is one that believes a hidden meaning subsists beneath any seemingly literal one.

Ogun's iron shoe —I can't find anything more particular for this other than that Ogun is the god of iron.

martinete
"(From martillo, hammer, or martinete – an instrument with which to strike red-hot metals in the forge to give them the required shape). In literary terms, the toná proceeds from gypsy ballads, and it is considered the oldest flamenco cante (style of song). Martinetes, carceleras and debla are varieties of tonás that can be distinguished from one another by the themes of their lyrics, and whose characteristic trait is that they don´t have any guitar accompaniment. The martinete has a strong dramatic impact. Its interpretation as a dance form is relatively recent. It was Antonio Ruiz Soler who incorporated it into his repertoire in the late 1950s. "

saeta
"The saeta is an unaccompanied song stemming from Jewish religious songs which are believed to date back to the 16th century. The singer will show his ardent devotion to a particular image of Christ or the Virgin during its performance and to witness an ancient saeta performed from a balcony in a narrow back street is an experience that you will leave you emotionless." -- Tony Bryant

In number 18 Mackey actually uses the phrase "opaque pronouns"! Given my interest in his pronouns, I find this, uh, interesting.

This poem is much more coherent than the previous one, even as it picks up and furthers considerations, explorations, and tropes from earlier in Whatsaid Serif. It begins with the speaker sitting in the Long Night Lounge and having a man, described as a "Gnostic stranger," sit down beside him and repeat the word "so" over and over again. It ends by mentioning two inebriates, presumably the two men at the bar, now drunk.

The bar is full of paradox, "a cramped, capacious room"; as is the stranger. The speaker "embraces him as though it was me I embraced."

Again, as in the previous several poems, boundaries between people are permeable: where does the speaker end and the stranger begin?Are they the same person? Presumably, at least on some level. A "Gnostic" stranger, it seems, could only be a mystery squared, a stranger that is other than his literal strangeness: no chance to get him.

Next, Mackey breaks off to discuss an awakening from sleep (literal? probably not — we're in Gnostic territory.) Awakened by "flamenco's gnostic moan" — which leads to confusion and disorientation: "sank, felt nothing," "spun words rocked," "shook me," "spun." He ends this stanza by refering to sounds: "Davidic harp" (of the ancient Hebrews), "Ethiopian moan," Monophysite lament." Given that the monophysites were and are associated with Egypt, Mackey in one part of one stanza brings together the Hebraic and two different African traditions.

Then he ends with the pronouns: "one we...that we would include, not reduce to us." This seems to represent an effort to not erase cultural difference during cultural contact. "'persons' whether or notd we / knew who they were." Human beings outside our cultural purview remain persons whether or not we can come to terms with who they are.

Mackey is insisting on accepting skepticism and epistemological limits. I feel safe to say that the tentative, searching, Gnostic feel to this poem has to do with the tentative reaching toward culture and cultures. Unlike some of the earlier Andoumboulou poems, where I worried about Mackey overwhelming his subject matter with the frame of Western anthropology, here I see him confronting this abyss head on.

The next stanza again sharply shifts its focus. Now, it delves into on an old romantic affair" "'Was it a woman / he once was in love with?'" "'Was it a lie / he'd long since put it all behind?'"

I am fascinated by these lines since this stanza's obsession with the 'deep' answers about this old love affair must be plumbed, but answers are difficult to come by. All we end with is fire and ears, "ears hot / with what she took to be talk not of / her but of someone else." Feelings are in flames and obsolete.

Mackey breaks these three stanzas off from the rest of the poem with the use of a dot separating them. These three stanzas explore skepticism in three different arenas: the setting of the bar with its permeability and mutability; the cross-cultural 'dream' about various musics and our ability to understand them, especially given Gnosticism's constant warning that whatever it is, it means something else; finally, we have a painful obsession about an old love affair, up in flames, because of the inability to hear, to make ears work correctly.

Skepticism. The necessity of it. The pain of it. The confusion.

The skepticism continues in the next stanza, with Mackey writing that where words point is "not beside the point though almost." What do we have if not words? Mackey also negates "we": the we of romance, of nation, of collectivity. "Rethought what Andoumboulou / meant."

The next stanza seems to be just this rethinking. We have a "squat world," a "failed creation" — which links the Andoumboulou with the Gnostics. Perhaps words and meaning can be found in the very travail of the search, "voice / borne up by what ailed it."

But it doesn't end there. By the end of the stanza words and voices are connected to blood and obliquity.

In the next stanza we again see an attempt to work out of the despair of extreme skepticism and isolation: "Revelled in what once we lamented." While "the dense woods mocked us," "we imagined we rode, running / in place." I don't know what sort of consolation this is, but it seems something. This is a groping, searching, popping poem engaging the intangibles of the most nuanced and subtle differences, which make all the difference.

Mackey now makes a big break in the poem, beginning it again about halfway down the next page underneath a horizontal line. Here, we seem alienated from music itself: "strummed / harp long ago let go." Only a marinete sings to drummed accompaniement, but "wasted breath, wind battling / wind."

We now have another long break ending with a horizontal line. This time, the entire two stanzas seem to sustain some sort of affirmation, however blunted: "Sound / raveling sound calling itself / eternity." He describes hearing a song whose "head had been / chipped / from stone." Also, a ghost is inside skin.

The secret is Gnostic, is inside, beyond and behind the literal: inside the stone, inside the skin.

The poem ends with Ogun of Two Waters meeting the speaker in his sleep and awkening "me to my slumber." Do we ever not slumber? Is it a matter of alternate slumbers, some being less sticky, offering more insight than others?

We end with two images: one baffles me, it describes a knife in trenchwater. The second is a repeated image that we saw earlier in this poem: "Stone / hoisted on / stone." We have just seen that with the right chip, song comes from stone. It does contain life, if we proceed with care and caution.

And stone can be hoisted on stone. We can build, even though we can never fully 'know' a stone. To do so would be to chip it to nothing. But we can know the chips, the glintings, some of the waters and flames that are there.

For the first time in this series, Mackey seems to be fully addressing the cross-cultural difficulties his poems raise, and the aesthetic and intellectual (and perhaps personal?) stakes go much higher. These types of poems are what drew me to this series in the first place, and this careful reading of them is only increasing my appreciation.

We are in the set of poems Mackey calls 'strick' —
any of the bast fibers made ready to be drawn into a continuous strand of loose wool, flax, or cotton, ready for drawing and twisting.

These poems are the fibers, that can later be twisted together.

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Andoumboulou 17 (continued)

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou from various angles that interest me. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it, many of the poems can be found here.]

The images in the next several stanzas, which are set off from the first couple by a skipped line and a dot, pertain to lakes and rumbling trains.

It would seem that a 'he' and a 'she' spend time at a "Lake they were soon to / leave," then she sees "The he she remebers not/ the he she saw stepping onto" a train.

We finish with another image of drowning: "Water up to our necks."

There are also plenty images of pulling apart, roughness, rockiness, spun, and whooshing. I think this last word, which is repeated several times, has to do with "a wind which wasn't a wind."

These characters do not seem happy about the separation. It is almost like the cutting of twins, a hollowing out, "the Andoumboulou beckoned."

The Andoumboulou live inside the earth and are a "rough draft," as Mackey refers to them, of humanity. With all the images of drowning and going beneath the earth, Mackey is transforming this split between this he and she into an emblem of the connectedness and whoosh disconnectedness of people to one another and to the earth.

Before a long, page length break in the poem which ends with a horizontal line, the "he" pockets a rock. After the line a blacksmith or someone working with blacksmith tools tries to turn the rock into a point. Finally, the "he" is knocked across the head and told not to let tools touch one another.

In the end he may die by choking on a kola nut.

But how can we be sure? This is a poem of such radically fluid identities that we cannot say anything about the characters with any confidence. Their fluidity may even put them beyond death or beyond our ability to see their death.

Instead, we have the verbs: whoosh, drown, pulled under, choked, rumble, and so on.

The poem seems to chronicle the specific ways people get buffeted into having multiple identities. They are so singular.

Such a poem risks incoherence: pronouns that are attached to no noun are then displaced by memory or other pronouns.

I have not decided yet, but this may be an instance where Mackey goes too far in exploring these issues of fluidity. Do we readers need some sort of solidity, however, impermanent, to stand on?

I am still thinking.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Andoumboulou 17 -- Continuation from June 10

[This is a continuing series of posts that reflect on Nathaniel Mackey's Songs of the Andoumboulou from various angles that interest me. I take into consideration his allusions, Mackey's prose, interviews with him, and critical discussions of his work. As always, I look forward to hearing your thoughts. To access all of the posts, click on "Nathaniel Mackey" in the list to the right.]

[I am currently discussing Mackey's book Whatsaid Serif. If for some reason you cannot buy it, many of the poems can be found here.]

In the second stanza we again run into 'rocks', this time as a weight pulling down, perhaps drowning them.

Once again, the stanza begins with the line 'Thought they were done'. We don't know who is doing the thinking. Also, the thinking is past tense, which removes us a bit from the scene.

Also, in this stanza there is none of the ambiguity created by the use of pronouns unconnected to any noun. Throughout, the entity doing the thinking considers a 'they' identified as a 'Drenched Chorus'. A few stanzas later the phrase 'pulling under' is used.

In an essay entitled "The Mired Sublime" in Poetic Investigations: Singing the Holes in History (Northwestern UP), Paul Naylor identifies a horizontal, person to person transcendence. This is, I think, the "Mired Sublime" of the title. Could it be that this transcendence is connected not to going upward, but to going down, under the earth where the Andoumboulou live?

Are we to take it that the "Drenched Chorus" is singing as the ship goes down, Titanic, or finding what Lorca calls 'duende'? Also, 'chthonic' is a Greek word for the underground as a place of abundance and death.

Also, pronouns get shifted around again.

What can we confidently say about the first three stanzas of this poem? The focus is on action, not people. Identity is radically fluid, to the point where the boundaries between us dissolve. Attention is paid to the underwater and underground, both places of abundance and fertility, yet also suggestive of death (both physical death but, more importantly, death of the individual self.)

Like 'the rim of a well' that Lorca discusses in relation to 'duende'.

This 'mired sublime' -- from both Naylor's essay and an earlier Andoumboulou poem -- is the moving 'outside, beside / themselves'. It is the place of one sort of creativity, of the love that makes the teeth chatter, and of the uneven creakiness of existence.

What Mackey seems to be describing is 'worshippers' not tied to Western notions of spirituality with its individuality and hierarchy. It is a fluid 'person' to fluid 'person' interaction, interpenetration, permeability.

Beautifully and terrifyingly mired.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Nathaniel Mackey's "Songs of the Andoumboulou"

Over the course of a three-decade career Nathaniel Mackey, in addition to releasing novels and editing a journal, has been writing one of the more singular serial poems of recent years. Entitled "Song of Andoumboulou," it receives its initial impetus from the Dogon People's notion of the Andoumboulou, mythological beings symbolizing an earlier, failed form of humanity, a "rough draft" of humankind, as it were.

I have become quite involved with reading Nathaniel Mackey's Andoumboulou poems of late. What I intend to do is make frequent, dated additions to this post that reflect on some aspect of the Andoumboulou series. I will consider the poems, interviews of and articles by Mackey, and critical articles on Mackey.

A guide to Mackey's allusions and a concordance to the series appears in the posts after this one.

My first commentary concerns the initial group of poems that appeared in his first full-length collection, Eroding Witness. Click HERE to see the poems.

March 8, 09

I will be starting out slowly: the first song gives us death, images of sticking words and discussions of songs. He creates a thick texture with his images, but there is nothing tough about the verse, it's graceful and almost dancelike. Notice the soft consonants: "Faces, run / out by water. /Features waste and reappear." The only hard consonants are a few 't's and a 'p', and all are placed around syllables so that they are unaspirated.

Note also in the second stanza, the only words with hard consonants are 'get' and 'sticks', both serving an almost onomatopoeic function.

Does this use of consonants hold true for other places in the series? Also, how does it tie into lineation? What does this do for voice, and how does it form voice as saying these particular
words?

March 9, 09

These early poems, and I think later ones as well, aer characterized by a fluidity formed by alliteration and the soft consonants, but also by a particular rhythm. The poems feel like gentle waves, ever coming, never ending, drifting in eddies around the legs of piers or large stones, using repetition to create nodes of interest, places where the flow coalesces only momentarily, only to give way. "all ascent moves up / a stairway of shattered / light." Attempts to ascend in a traditional manner, up a narrative line, ends in shattered light, the loss of enlightenment, not its gain.

Many poems exhibit a narrative impulse — having charactes and settings — but the 'plot' quickly turns or glides from its initial direction. In Song #2 the woman with nubbed hands appears at the beginning in, perhaps, a brothel. The poem returns to this woman later, but is it the same setting? How has she changed, if at all? Has she become anew?

Mackey's poetry is similar to what has been called Melville's self-cancelling prose in The Confidence Man. The difference is that Melville tends toward skepticism and perhaps even nihilism. Mackey is just the opposite: he has a spirituality. But it is immanent, fleeting, hard won, then quickly lost. Only to come again.

March 10, 09

Mackey is interested in The Black Mountain Poets, and it seems useful to compare Charles Olson's observation in The Maximus Poems, "Limits are what any of us are inside of," to Mackey's sense of drift and boundary. In "Andoumboulou 9" (collected in School of Udhra, can't locate a version of it on internet), for instance, we encounter this line: "moored / abundance of clouds collecting." Admittedly, taking lines out of context in Mackey is more problematic than most, if not all other poets. But the paradox of moored clouds illustrates what I think Mackey may offer in relation to limits: there are no limits, but there are always boundaries. Boundaries are not rigid; limits are. Boundaries are not physical lines, but the feeling I, for instance, got as I traveled out of France and deeper into Germany, where J-walking was frowned upon and strictures on movement where much more severe. That said, strictures on nudity seemed much less than they were in France. This disparity was the feeling of the border.

This elastic border seems to be under much of what happens in the Andoumboulou poems. Just as the Andoumboulou themselves are beyond the boundaries of time and death, beyond human form, and inside the boundary of the earth, they are nontheless here, always, sometimes exerting more influence, sometimes less.

He names his second book of poems School of Udhra: a Bedouin school of poetics. I don't know what the Bedouin world was like, but I can't imagine from what I know of them that there were rigidities in their landscape, such as "this is my land starting right here."

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On the back of School of Udhra it is written that the poems stitch together cultures, with threads ranging across the world.

I don't know if Mackey agrees with this characterization, but it seems a little off to me. William James describes consciousness not as a stream but as a bird, flitting from bird stand to tree, from branch to branch. The flight actually of little time, but perchings are a preparation to move, quickly, to the next spot, the next focus.

Mackey's poetry feels like this bird to me. Moving about amid cultures, from that of postmodern intellectuals to the Dogon to Cuban santeria, and on and on. But these flittings into and out of cultures are not stitches and not threads: threads and stitches build. The andoumboulou poems are nomadic, they move.

The poems may revisit certain concerns many times, maybe even obsessively. But they do this in the course of moving.

As they move, they cross boundaries. Is there a home in these poems, a more or less comfortable place, maybe bounded?

The answer is yes: jazz and modern and postmodern poetics and thought. The poems often take place in the tension between this home and the various cultures and ideas addressed.

It is important to note, however, that even the home is adrift, molding and being molded.

March 11, 09

I have some concerns about Mackey's project. They in no way discredit what he is doing — who else has ever written like him? — but they do highlight some of the epistemological difficulties he is involved in.

One thing is certain: I know of no other poet who has successfully negotiated the myriad complexities of multiple cultures, and done it with such elegance and grace.

Questions: Mackey's cross-cultural poetics relies partly on his personal experience with a variety of cultures, and possibly his experience as a black man in America. (The introduction to Mackey's set of essays, Discrepant Engagement, leads me to believe that he does see race as playing a role in his being aware of margins (boundaries?).) However, much of his knowledge of other cultures seems to be culled from anthropology. Anthropology was, and perhaps still is, a determinedly Western discipline: it attempts to make sense of and explain phenomena rather than letting them be or accepting traditional explanations. To what extent can a true cross-cultural poetics be developed that makes a lot of use of anthropology? Does Mackey believe that his project is cross-cultural?

To what extent is Mackey's poetry not Western? Granted, he discusses and thematizes non-Western ways of thinking, but he is using Western investigative techniques to learn about them.

Thinking about this makes me even more convinced that there are homes, unstable homes but homes nonetheless, in Mackey's work: anthropology, modern and postmodern poetics and thought, jazz, his experience of being marginal (his word) due to his race.

Is jazz Western? Is it partly Western?

These seem to be the key lenses through which he perceives other cultures, such as the Dogon or Santeria and so on.

March 12, 2009

About fifteen years ago I began a study of the Andoumboulou poems that had been published up until that time. However, I did not get far. I found the tremendous number of allusions overwhelming. While I could appreciate the general evocative power of these illusions, and I got a general sense of the poems, I wanted more.

Why am I having a successful relationship with them now? The answer is the internet. Most of the time when I read the andoumboulou poems I have the web open, and I track down every allusion.

Example: Andoumboulou 8, in School of Udhra, begins — maitresse erzulie —. Who is this person, if he or she is a person? I found that she is the Voudoun goddess of beauty, wealth, and love. She is the lunar wife of legba, the sun god. She can have vices such as jealousy, discord, vengeance, and anger, and she can be quite vain.

With this information, the poem comes alive. At first I read it without looking up her name. And I got it right: I think it is about a man drawing strength from performing cunnilingus on a woman.

One hand on her hip, one hand
arranging her hair,
blue beaven's
bride. Her beaded hat she hangs
from a nail on the danceroom
wall...

He is either describing erzulie, or a woman who radiates her beauty, or, what is probably more accurate, both in one. The poem goes on to describe the speaker waking up "As though an angel sought me out." This is a typical and fascinating move: Makey gives us the simile without ever mooring it securely down, leaving us readers in what he might call a liminal zone, where things are like this but not exactly this: "Not yet asleep I'm no longer / awake." Later, fucking is described using the old blues metaphor of the "thrust / of a crosscut saw," followed by the most beautiful description of cunnilingus that I have ever encountered:

Who sits at her feet fills his
head with wings, oils his
mouth
with rum, readies her way
with perfume

The poem ends by, I think, referring to the boldness given "By whatever bit of her I touch."

This is a poem that evokes the overpowering beauty represented by maitresse erzulie as she is manifested, and how this power becomes part of the man who has sex with her. It is not only a spiritualization of sex, it is also a sex-ification of spirituality. It is not so much about mutuality —mutuality assumes an even power dynamic — as it is about dialogue, about her beauty overpowering the man, but eventually leaving him "bold."

The man is empowered by erzulie, but I think she still holds cards.

March 18, 09

I have not written an entry for a few days because I have been working on the concordance and the allusions. I guess I am a little obsessive, but I find the concordance work fascinating. I never before realized how much the tallying of word choice can tell us about a poet.

In my first entry, on March 8, I discussed Mackey's use of soft consonants to create the fluid motion that so often characterizes his verse, in spite of Mackey drawing our attention to the way the verse "stutters." (More on that later.)

In Song 10, a poem initially about "reading drafts / of a dead friend's poem," he writes "Baited lip. Love's lawless jaw ... like a pointed gun...Burnt rugs nedded." This writing seems and feels less graceful, and it has an almost stern beat. Later, a line reads "mad at the world."

Here, the hard consonants break up the fluidity and cause the texture of the poem to coinside with the speaker's grief and anger. The poem spits out its negative emotions, in words and lines that foreground the tough use of hard consonants.

One last interesting note: on the page after the first 40 or so lines Mackey, as he often does, drops the next "stanza" well down the next page and places a straight line right above where it begins. Here is one of his fascinating similes: he begins the poem by referring to the "Rugs burnt Persian red" that was, apparently, in a draft of a poem by a long dead friend that the speaker was reading. The poem is in red ink. This is where it gets interesting. On the next page, underneath the line, Mackey refers to "likeness," and the "exotic Persian red robe" the speaker put on that morning. The robe, the dead, Persia, the ink, all adding up to, in this case, a sickening simile.

Could this one type of what Mackey refers to as "creakiness"? The uncanny coincidence. But with Mackey, we must always wonder if the coincidence is truly a convergence or a contact point. Maybe it is all three, operating on different levels.

One thing I know for sure, Mackey is using, for instance, the words "rock" or "stone" repeatedly, and they often have profoundly different cultural contexts and resonances. For instance, one refers to the Cuban Santeria. Another the Dogon. It is Mackey's personal experience (I assume) coupled with his reading and research that creates this contact, this simile.

We can never be sure how far these similes connect the cultures. That is a part of their resonance. The silence.

The lack.


March 19. 09


Eight of the 21 poems in School of Udhru are in the Song of the Andoumboulou series. After Song 8, the mood becomes quite somber.Things are breaking up, but not in any reassuring or "creaky" way, as Mackey might call it. In 9 we run into the words with negative connotations: "ruins," "collapse," "crumble," "thin air," "erratic," "crutch," "embers," "blown seeds," "hurt," "meek," "caiman's teeth."

Yesterday, I wrote about the next poem, number 10, and how he uses hard consonants to create a texture conducive to this moodiness.

I am tired. All for now.

March 26, 09
For today, I will be ambitious: readings of two different poems and a response to a critical article.

"Song of the Andoumboulou: 11" (Click on the title to find the poem on page 7. Please, I recommend that you buy these books, but I want to make sure all of my readers have quick access to the poems at hand.)

The "School of Udhra" were a group of 7th pre-Islamic Bedouin poets who emphasized complete surrender to romantic feelings, even unto death. This being the case, I take it that the poem will be about some difficult, overwhelming love that tears asunder the 'self' of the poet.

What fascinates me most about this poem is its orientation toward time. In the very first stanza he sits up, present tense, "holding you a year ago," which points toward memory. The image I get is a nod toward an overwhelming memory that takes place in the present. What is this 'yearning'?

Is it the desire for the person — adult? child? — who was held up? Or something larger, just 'short of eternity'? Or are these two possibilities compatible, that the eternal is in the moment, that the yearning for the eternal is always already with us?

In the second stanza, what is 'found'? the 'you' in the first stanza? Since Mackey doesn't give us enough evidence to clearly connect the two, he must be asking us to look elsewhere. One connection is between the word 'yearning' in the first stanza to 'waiting' and 'wanting' in the second. Somehow, this desire ends up well (in a provisional sort of way), with the large assocance and alliteration in 'bloom, bamboo blossom.' It appears we are discussing death, 'soul off to its alternate light', but it is a death that the poem comes to some sort of terms with.

The next stanza seems to shift from the consideration of a single death to an apocalyptic war scene. It begins with an image excruciatingly everyday: the taste of orange juice. It ends with the Cold War sense of a 'planet long / since about to blow away every / minute now'. We see the political issues of the day seeping into the most daily of concerns. (The book from which the poem came from was publish in 1993, so it could be very likely that this poem was written in the latter years of the Cold War.)

In the same stanza, Mackey again plays tricks with time: "the end had come around yet / again'. This is clearly paradoxical, nothing can end twice. Here, it seems that Mackey is not asking us to consider memory, as we did in the initial stanza, but anticipation. All the 'sweetness' and kisses we receive are haunted by the specter of bombings.

The next stanza, beginning 'Ins and outs', seems to consider quotidean love using war as a metaphor: 'brind', 'mending', 'assault.' In one stanza he understands war through its impact on the everyday; then he uses war as a metaphor for understanding the everyday. We also come to a a phrase we encountered in the first stanza, 'allergic to time'. To be allergic to time is to be incapable of being unmoored to one of the basics of the human condition: temporal alterations and shifts. Whoever is allergic will not be able to survive, will be too rigid to keep flexible and fluid, which these poems value highly.

What do we have so far? 1) a breaking down of linear time into a much more complex brew, where the memory and anticipation play a huge role, perhaps even forming, the present. 2) A consideration of love in terms of this complex of time, where the past is never over and the future is always forming. 3) War and love seen as metaphors for one another, 'love's retreat'.

In the last two stanzas the verse seems to break apart, as if a clusterbomb were dropped on it. Beginning with "an anonynomous cloudbank', it moves to the 'insides of a blow turned inside out'. Then Mackey uses a simile to compare this complicated image to 'the air extracted an itch / dug deep in the blood, earth's fitful ruler'. Is blood earth's ruler? Does this point back to war, perhaps registering heartbreak at its continuation?

Near the end we read 'lines / drawn against the givens'. What are the lines and what are the givens? One understanding is that it describes a doomed charge by an army against an enemy stronghold — 'the givens' being the fated outcome. Or it could refer to the poem itself, its 'lines' attempting, and failing, to do something about horrible and overwhelming givens such as the 'clusterbomb canister'. Or it could bring us back to the allergy to time, with time being the given and the line — war, love, mindfuly drinking orange juice — being ways to fight it.
The Udhrite poets died for the intensity of their love. And this poem definitely has love in it, but it might not be that strong. What it does have is worry and despair.

I am bothered by a few things with this reading. It feels a little too pat, as if it ties up loose ends and neatly clips off the remainder. Did I respect Mackey's concept of 'creakiness' when writing this post? Did I make it cohere too much?


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In Whatsaid Serif, see Song of the Andoumboulou: 16, page 3-8

"Garcia Lorca's meditation upon the "dark sounds" of cante jondo, deep song, the quality and condition known as duende...in relation to an array of "dark sounds" which bear upon a cross-cultural poetics
The title "cante moro" goes back to a recording ... [by the Flamenco singer] Manitas de Plata...At one point ...a member of the group says, "Eso es cante moro," which means "That's Moorish singing." Calling deep song cante moro summons the past rule and continuing cultural presence of the Moors in Spain; it acknowledges the hybrid, heterogeneous roots not only of cante jondo but of Spanish culture generally, of, in fact, culture, collective poesis, generally. A Gypsy doing so, as in this instance, allies outcast orders, acknowledging hybridity and heterogeneity to entwine the heterodox as well—heterodox Gypsy, heterodox Moor, cante moro bespeaks the presence and persistence of the otherwise excluded, the otherwise expelled.
When Lorca met Torre in 1927, Torre, evoking the Gypsies’ fabled origins in Egypt, said to him, "What you must search for, and find, is the black torso of the Pharaoh." He meant that you have to root your voice in fabulous origins, find your voice in the dark, among the dead.
The word duende means spirit, a kind of gremlin, a gremlinlike, troubling spirit. One of the things that marks the arrival of duende in flamenco singing is a sound of trouble in the voice, The voice becomes troubled. Its eloquence becomes eloquence of another order, a broken, problematic, self-problematizing eloquence. Lorca also quotes Torre as having told a singer, "You have a voice, you know the styles, but you will never triumph, because you have no duende." So you see that duende is something beyond technical competence or even technical virtuosity. It is something troubling. It has to do with trouble, deep trouble. Deep song delves into troubled water, troubles the water. "
Mackey, Cante Moro

The poem begins by describe a 'they' dredging the sea. One commentator says that 'they' are gypsies (I will track down the source later), and that others nearby are listening to Flamenco music.

However, what I find most interesting is that the personified flamenco strings are 'distraught'. Where does this come from? Apparently, the oud must play some sort of surface song that it doesn't want — 'elsewhere's advocacy / strummed' — and not its lost complaint.

Then, in a stunning move, Mackey connects this hidden complaint to places in the western, southern, and eastern Mediterranean areas: Cairo, Cordoba, Red Sea, Nagfa, Muharraq. Apparently, there is some deep and often hidden complaint in the oud that crosses cultures.

Perhaps duende? (What is the connection between duende and African American musical 'soul'?)

Perhaps this occurs when the Andalusian Lebrijano sings with his 'burr-throat', similar to the way Mackey describes Dogon singers. Clearly, Mackey wants us to be thinking about duende in this part of the poem. Lorca's notion of the dark underside that must be fathomed to make any light possible.

It is fascinating the way Mackey responds to Torre's notion of origins, in Egypt. Mackey splays origins with his geographical names.

To what degree is Mackey exploring the notion that all art must be 'raspy', 'adamant', and 'turning away' from the 'light'?

The kef-pesh is an ancient Egyptian amulet.

One of Mackey's images in this poem is "treadmill mesh." It is obvious to me at this point that a more or less linear approach, beginning at the beginning and moving to the end, is not the approach to take with this poem. I am going to see what happens when I look at constellations of word choices.

dead - 4
oud - 2
edge - 2
alive - 2
raw-throated - 2
raspy - 4
night - 8
lips - 3
pharaoh - 2
singing - 2
air - 2
burr - 3
eked-out - 2
love - 2
lost - 2
dredge - 2

Not surprisingly, 'night' and 'dead' are repeated the most. In addition, there are no words with positive connotations in the list, except for 'love.

I will come back to this tomorrow. Feeling tired.