I am standing in the river and, absent any
structural changes, I will still be standing in the river. Absent any
structural changes, I am examining an inky pen I found in the river. This was
how I first gained access to Gertrude Stein’s deathbed. Pull the curtain back
and Gertrude Stein’s deathbed is there. “Deathbeds are a leisure product,” the
voice from above calls out. The voice from above is a rescue pattern, the
sincerely possessed dovetail center. I forgot that I had started weeping just
for the compensatory elation. When did I get to be outside of being a woman?
The woman without qualities. Around the deathbed are many objects and beside
each object a moment of private translation. Communications are like whiskers
jutting out sideways from the mouth, and we are drinking wine and talking about
being born. (“Mother of All”)
I’ve
been eager to see Brooklyn poet, editor and publisher (being that she is half
of the chapbook publisher DoubleCross Press, alongside MC Hyland) Anna Gurton-Wachter’s full-length debut, Utopia Pipe Dream Memory (Brooklyn NY: Ugly Duckling Presse, 2019), for a while
now, even well before it was announced. Gurton-Wachter’s work is some of the
most striking I’ve seen in an emerging poet in quite some time, and I feel
enormously fortunate to have been able to produce her chapbook Mother of All (2018) through
above/ground press, a sequence since included in this full-length collection. Her
work is thoughtful, complex and absolutely stunning. One could say that Utopia Pipe Dream Memory is constructed
less out of poems than out of poem-sections, extending one thought into another
thought from the sentence outward, with eight poem-sections in total: “Poem
from Hypothesis,” “Mother of All,” “Utopia Pipe Dream Memory I,” “Maya Deren
Lives Forever / in the Speedboat at Night,” “Utopia Pipe Dream Memory II,” “A
Development Proposal / for the Center of the Earth,” “Utopia Pipe Dream Memory
III” and “Rebirth Scenario, / or Instances of the Corpse / Flower Pose, A Study
Group.” Her poems revel in the sentence and short paragraph; in collage, a
myriad of extended queries and commentaries, and the careful sidestep of a
skillfully-executed digression. She works at the level, it would seem, of absorbing,
questioning and repurposing, composing Utopia
Pipe Dream Memory as a book-length study of feminist thinking, referencing,
cribbing and writing around Bernadette Mayer, Sina Queyras, Jacqueline Frost,
Carla Harryman, Laura Riding, Peggy Ahwesh and multiple others, as she writes
to open the poem-section “Utopia Pipe Dream Memory I”:
This being an accont of our reckoning under the
weight of a true fact that there are states only known through their being
abandoned. There is no being without the generosity of limits. Bernadette Mayer
is combing my hair. The world is a navel again. This being an account of
shelter’s turning point. I do not have the language but the violence of
personhood, she said as she unknotted me. Had I known then how to see the field
of unknotting figuration, I might have also seen the unknotting evening dipping
into the unknotted and knowable eardrum, tuning in and out collapsed, combed
through, the distance from each instrument bodily begun.
In
a review I posted last year of Seattle poet Hailey Higdon’s first full-length
collection, Hard Some (Brooklyn NY:
Spuyten Duyvil, 2019) [see my review of such here], I suggested a similarity
between the compositional structures of the two poets, but I might have been
off in suggesting their shared purposes, ie their book-length constructions out
of chapbook-length sections. Higdon’s work gives the sense that the assemblage
of full-length book out of chapbook-length sections is a bit arbitrary; she
might be working on a project far larger than what might be contained in a
single volume. Gurton-Wachter’s work, on the other hand, gives the sense that
her work, while ongoing, was focused very much on the book as her unit of
composition, which, secondarily, was constructed out of chapbook-length prose
poem sequences (I might just be splitting hairs, here, so to speak). Or perhaps
Gurton-Wachter, instead, works towards more of a continued, perpetually
evolving and continuous ongoingness, from project to project, of which Utopia Pipe Dream Memory is simply a
single, completed step upon the way. I am also quite fascinated in how she
utilizes material from other sources, from reading and thinking to poetry and
film to participating in a reading group. As she writes as part of her notes at
the back of the collection:
Mother of All was written when the
news was circling of the United States dropping the Mother of All Bombs on
Afghanistan in April of 2017. The Mother
of Us All is also the title of a libretto written by Gertrude Stein. During
the writing of this book, the discussion to make women bury their aborted
fetuses was discussed and in some cases implemented. Cecil the lion was killed.
The corpse flower bloomed. I read D.W. Winnicott’s Playing and Reality. I read many books about vision and material
culture. I took a workshop with Julian Brolanski called “Visions and Visionary
Poetics” and Poet’s House. I am appreciative of the feedback I received from
Julian and the rest of the workshop participants.
The Interludes contain a mixture of remixed
words and short phrases culled from three main sources: 1) Bernadette Mayer
speaking at the Canada Gallery about her exhibition Memory 2) Notes from
discussion taken during The Bernadette Mayer Feminist Reading Group at The
Poetry Project in NYC, in which we read and discussed Mayer’s work,
particularly Utopia and Memory 3) Various interviews with
Maryanne Amacher in which she describes her sound installations and her experiences
visiting La Monte Young and Marian Zazeela’s project Dream House.
There
is such an ease to her complexity, one that sparks and sparkles across
sentences and pages, linking one disparate thing against another. She does seem
to delight in connecting what might otherwise not have been possible, or
obvious, and the results are incredible. Recently, over at the Poetry Society of America website, Gurton-Wachter wrote on the opening poem of this new collection, as part of their “In Their Own Words” series, writing:
This is the first poem, or proem, in my first
book Utopia Pipe Dream Memory. It
encapsulates many of the themes that appear throughout the book: imagined
intimacies, invocations, conversations with the world of material objects,
hallucinations and visions, animal worlds colliding, the carving out and
claiming of space. Like much of the rest of the book it also functions as an
homage to my influences, the artists who have shaped my understanding of these
themes.
This poem, dedicated to the filmmaker Peggy
Ahwesh, was written while thinking through an experience I had as an actor in
Ahwesh’s film The Ape of Nature. For
this project each actor was hypnotized before being filmed—a nod to, and
meditation on, Werner Herzog’s Heart of Glass, which followed the same procedure.
On the first day of filming the hypnotist arrived and began working with the
other actors on a scene that I was not in. I was to be just an observer, and I
sat nearby with a notebook of lined paper in my hands, curious what this
unusual specialist would do to hypnotize my fellow actors. As I listened, I
found I had started swaying my body back and forth, rubbing the notebook pages
and smiling joyously. It was as though I could feel in the blank page, the
unwritten words, the entire concept of possibility, of before. I’m a bit
suggestible generally but I was also in an environment that Ahwesh had created
where I felt that her vision for the narrative of the film remained open as we
moved through making it, and that is a really joyful thing to experience. I
like thinking about all of the variables that go into making a work of art
happen. Sometimes the motions we go through look recognizable, integratable
into regular life like measuring things or handling construction tools, but
what we are building is play and unreality. There is also a relationship
between the hypnotized person, drooling and blissed out, and the creative mind
that needs to shut off judgement and editorial tasks until later.
So for me, this poem returns me to the site of
openness, a feeling that is older than the material world could be. Yet it
returns often to an idea of architecture, of structure, of what would it mean
to let animals take over part of your house? To acquiesce to them rather than
view them as pests to be gotten rid of? To relinquish traditional attitudes
towards property and authorship?
The poem also introduces the reader to a few
stylistic moves I do throughout the book, namely piling together a group of
nouns to see what hybrid forms I can devise and how much weight they can hold.
Utopia Pipe Dream Memory. Origin Earth Admixture. Earthquake Shatterer Poetics
King. My sister remarked recently that we are all clinging to nouns, to the
stable material thing-ness of them, in times when it is harder to understand
how anyone makes anything, says anything, when so much pushes us towards not
speaking. As the nouns pile up they become slippery. This thing-ness of
language that is so attractive can also shift and make visible the gesture of
reaching for words in the face of the unutterable.
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