This book is intentionally structured as a
series of filaments. I cast a thought, leave it to begin another fray, and then
return. And while I wove the fragments and photographs in a way that can be
read linearly, I invite you to lift these poems in any order, consider the
roving edge of a nest, and, then, weave them into concordance, into any arrangement
that, for you, holds. (“NOTE TO READER”)
And
so begins New England cross-genre artist and visual artist Danielle Vogel’s
latest, Edges & Fray: On Language,Presence, and (Invisible) Animal Architectures (Middletown CT: Wesleyan
University Press, 2020), a remarkable book-length essay-poem constructed as a
collage of lyric fragments, filaments and photography. Vogel writes her poem as
a study on and around the homes birds build for themselves, wrapping a
two-thread narrative around the structures birds build against the ways in which
language itself also builds both structures and space: “I begin to create these
vessels // foraged for and pressed / into function /// a book , of string and
filament -- / / a vibrational object upon contact [.]”
In a note to introduce her “BIRD RESOURCES” at the back of the collection, she
writes:
I started researching how animals build with
the hope that I might come to more fully understand my intentions as a
“builder” of books. What are the responsibilities and motivations embedded in
the acts of writing and publishing? What is a sustainable and embodied writing
practice? After some years, I turned my attention entirely toward the birds.
Their architectural instincts and intuitions seemed to most closely reflect how
I wrote: as an architect of debris.
Writing
this book has helped me to do the things I love most: slow down and revel in
microcosms. Focusing my attention and care on the birds who live near me has
been entirely altering and orienting. Maybe it will be for you too.
Vogel
is the author of Between Grammars
(Noemi Press, 2015), the artist book Narrative & Nest (Abecedarian, 2012) and the forthcoming The Way a Line Hallucinates its Own Linearity (Red Hen Press 2020);
even her previous book titles suggest a combination of blended genres and
“between-ness,” working a subject or idea from and through multiple structural
directions simultaneously. I like her use of the word “filaments” in her
opening, perhaps the most perfect word for how she puts books together; the
word suggests an accumulation of multiple, small details, but something very
physical as well, and her work is very much physical. There is something
reminiscent of how American poet Susan Howe structures he own books in Vogel’s
work, how Vogel composes a singular unit from multiple directions and
structures: from the linearity of her poem-fragments and her longer
prose-sections, as well as in the additional selection of photos, writing “that
strange entangled expanse of one’s own interiority [.]”
/
This book began as I walked, as I stood. It
began during a late autumn snow. On a rough tract of land as I watched over a
pit kiln built of red earth and cow dung. Below the dung roof, small hand-built
pots turned black and copper as they fired over the hours. As they fired, I
stood thinking about my own form—its heritage, its present moment, how I had
come to be there.
/
It began as I listened for my own breathing.
(“: SLOWESS, TIME –“)
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