Sunday, December 1, 2019

Review of The War on Christmas by Brandon Brown & J. Gordon Faylor [Clara B. Jones]




The War on Christmas
Brandon Brown*, J. Gordon Faylor*
December 2018
Self-published, limited edition pamphlet [Oakland/El Cerrito, California], “...distributed by 'word of mouth'...either given out in person or mailed to friends/family/etc. Something of a nod to Jack Spicer who would never distribute his books outside of the Bay Area...I have a bunch of copies of The War on Christmas and can always make more as needed.” [Communication via email to Clara B. Jones from J. Gordon Faylor, 2/8/2019]
Unpaginated [32 pp]

A book review in innovative sonnet form by Clara B. Jones. Lines of poetry appearing in italics are from The War on Christmas.


What is the relationship of such an 'enigma text' to the poetry of High Modernism?” Marjorie Perloff

1
The War on Christmas, The War on Poverty, The War on Drugs, The War on Terror, The War on Pleasure, The War on Childhood, The War on Western Civilization, The War on White Males, The War on War, The War on Modernism, The War on Truth: “The utter tranquility of an abandoned / Wasteland, where even the hawks / Picking apart the rotten carcass of a / Guinea pig bite in quietude.”

2
Brown and Faylor “defamiliarize” Christmas from religious observance, to commodified holiday, to symbolism, to metaphor. Their description of elves is not how we imagine them, though Viktor Shklovsky would enjoy reading this pamphlet.

3
Hard/soft rhyming: “Come here, little winter robin, belly so bright; / sit on Santa's stool and tell me of your world / where kites fly high in the wind / across the fields, gossiping daisies alight....”

4
I wrote about what I didn't see. The experience that eluded me somehow intrigued me more than the one I was having....” John Ashbery

5
Dear J. Gordon Faylor, Dear Brandon / Brown, Dear Comrades: Thanks for / Extinguishing the need for a Christmas. / Now every day is a goddam candy cane. / Cheers to you all. Love, Children.” And no one will find coal and ashes on Christmas morn ever again!

6
I can feel these positive fats / And complex antioxidants fortifying / My body against illness and the sad / Passions of life.” All well and good; but, do we still get to eat plum pudding?

7
The words 'expressionism' and 'expressionist' first cropped up in the art literature around 1911, initially as blanket terms for avant-garde art in Europe around the turn of the century.” Norbert Wolf

8
Whenever life unearths you / ruthless, sparks injury or ill / red devils burgeoning under skin / to try and kill you and your soul, deliver / thyself to the Christmas Hospital.” [Clara vividly recalls the strange feeling in her gut when her father drove her to the Richmond (Va) Children's Hospital on Brook Road on Christmas Eve in 1949 to stare at the building where kids with polio were housed.]

9
Combinations of words and phrases seem to make sense at first; but Brown & Faylor are playing “language games.”

10
La'Toya: What does this stanza make you think about, Jamal?—“The permanent fixture of the sun / permits no life the absence of light / in our world, as you know we scrounge, / and must, like mice for the germ / of a voracious reality.”**—Jamal: 'Honkies' control the banks and the media.

11
Symbolism, a loosely organized literary and artistic movement that originated with a group of French poets in the late 19th century, spread to painting and the theatre, and influenced the European and American literatures of the 20th century to varying degrees. [Retrieved from internet, 10/7/19]

12
And what, you asked me, of Christmas angels? / We were sitting in the Plaza de Janeiro / Eating a rol de guyaba, one of the world's crucial / Pastries. Annoying little hairless dogs / Bit at the stone feet of the huge replica of the David / Which rises up from soil in the middle of the park / And bares its head for the shit of birds.” [Poetics is as useful to angels as Ornithology is to birds.]

13
Act so that there is no use in a centre.” Gertrude Stein

14
To maintain the hush of another / Christmas, barreling through the / Long silent night to be born.” And, who doesn't like W.B. Yeats?

And a very Merry Christmas / to all and to all a good night!”


*Brandon Brown and J. Gordon Faylor are poets and editors living in El Cerrito, and Oakland, California, respectively.
**Italics in original










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