The Blue Dress
Townsend, Alison
White Pine Press ($14.95 Paperback)
As the sixth installment in the Marie Alexander Poetry Series,
Alison Townsend's second full-length poetry collection, The
Blue Dress, is a quietly ambitious collection of verse and
prose that, through a series of declarative gestures, sculpts the
distant and
not-so-distant past into a delicate though decidedly unsentimental
shape. One of Townsend's strengths as a storyteller –– and
she is primarily telling stories here –– is her ability
to dramatize the depths of honest feeling while entirely avoiding
sentimental or melodramatic methods of manipulation. To that end,
the poems in The Blue Dress demonstrate her unwavering
dedication to the vast field of ordinary moments that constitute
the emotional
landscape of our lives. And while the book is not always successful
as poetry, it does explore issues regarding family and the day-to-day
ennui that we all face in ways that are enriching and insightful.
The book is organized into three sections,
where prose and verse are inextricably linked to a slowly-evolving
story: the speaker's
loss of her mother while still
in the uncertain years of childhood; the reorganization of the family unit
upon her father's second marriage; her suddenly estranged status as "other" among
step brothers; and –– later in life –– the bittersweet
romance with, then marriage to, and subsequent divorce from, her husband.
Interspersed with these elegantly candid poems are a number of meditations
on moments of
perception in nature that often serve as thematic bridges between two seemingly
disconnected statements.
Townsend's writing is distinguished by precise
observation and a remarkably honest and direct voice. Most of
the verse, however,
could just as easily
have been formatted in prose. Despite considerable attention to line endings –– presumably
for matters of breath? –– few of line breaks in any of the poems
enhance the text. A notable exception is the title poem of the book's first
section, "Calf Season." Here, the verse is as cadenced and distinguished
as some of Townsend's mentors:
Halfway between Mineral Point and Platteville
I see her standing alone in a field, all
that breaks the border between prairie and sky.
These shapely lines might have been written
by Jane Hirschfield, who contributes a powerful endorsement of
Townsend's work on the
back of the book's jacket. That said, the voice in Townsend's prose
poems demonstrate more authority. Take "Lantern," a powerful
story about familial struggles and the endless compromises that
one must endure to survive them:
It was the year my father kicked my brother
out of the house because my stepmother had goaded him until
he broke––calling
him useless and good-for-nothing until he snatched up a kitchen
knife and held it to her throat. It was the winter he lived in
the cottage in the woods, nothing but an old Boy Scout sleeping
bag and an electric space heater to keep him warm.
This opening passage relates the conflict
concisely, though not dispassionately. The reiterated pronoun "my" signals
the narrator's understanding of loyalty and her father's temporary
slippage from that which the voice feels should have been an unbreakable
bond between father and biological son, especially in light of
the wicked stepmother's behavior. The hindsight of years makes
such clarity possible. In that moment, however, her father's loyalties
are confused, and the brother's violence is explained in sympathetic
terms. Such violence is further contrasted with his vulnerability.
Later in the same poem, he uses what tools he can find to make
a lantern, and presents his creation as a gift to the stepmother,
a peace offering that allows him to re-enter the house on her terms.
It's a touching, brutal story, but one that doesn't succumb to
melodrama. Townsend's expert narrative skills ensure that the telling
is stripped of all but careful, unsparing detail.
The Blue Dress is filled with such
successes. However, these prose narratives do not –– to my way of thinking –– read like poems.
The aforementioned clarity of observation and honest narration make for wonderful
moments of creative non fiction; and whether or not the stories in this book
are true, they read more like autobiographical renderings than moments of instinctive
perception discovered through genuine lyrical utterance. Most of the pieces –– verse
or prose –– function on a primarily literal level, and most of
the epiphanies are either telegraphed or forced. Consider the teenage angst
portrayed in the following passage of "Radio Love Poem":
It wasn't even sound I craved, but protection
against silence, the quiet places in my own head the ones I
feared most because
they named me as what I was, a lost station in search of an
airway…
And the childhood trauma dramatized in "With Monsters, 1964":
I was letting my imagination run wild––girl who couldn't
control herself, and wouldn't keep quiet about it––the
whole family's wildness trapped inside my body, like an itch
no one but me could scratch, as the monsters came for me again
and
again, the long red welts I raised on my arms and legs the only
sign they'd been there.
To cite a workshop cliché, Townsend's poems tell more than
they show. Moreover, a persistent and anxious preoccupation with
accurate memory prevails: the word "real" appears in
more than half of the prose pieces; and the phrase "I remember" is
a common rhetorical construction. Such tendencies only reinforce
the poems' literal qualities, rendering them stylistically near-equivalent
to journal excerpts.
Naturally, objections could be raised against such criticism,
especially since the basis of judgment rests on a subjective definition
of what a poem should do. But whatever the case, there is much to like in The
Blue Dress. Townsend's
accessible yet sophisticated approach to metaphor enriches these texts considerably:
natural landscapes are often described in terms of the human body; while
in other poems physical objects are introduced and then likened
to the psychological
landscape of the persona observing them. But perhaps most intriguingly, Townsend's
unromanticized attention to the domestic squalor of daily life is an important
contribution to the literature of the contemporary American family.
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