Thursday, July 12, 2018

Review of Blueberry Lemonade by Matt Margo (Review by Clara B. Jones)


Blueberry Lemonade*
Matt Margo
Bottlecap Press
2015
45 pp
$10.00

Reviewed by Clara B. Jones

The New York School poet, Alice Notley, one said, “I am alone, and that seems to make my personhood more urgent.” Poet and Editor (Zoomoozophone Review), Matt Margo, might say something similar. I feel that I know Matt well...though I don't. We follow each other on Facebook, I have published a few poems in his journal, and we have occasionally interacted electronically. I like Margo's poetry, even though some of it is so raw that it kicks me out of my safety bubble, and the poet's bravery, clarity, and insight never cease to amaze me. Matt (hereafter, the “poet,” the “author,” or “they”) describes themselves as “trans-feminine” and “non-binary,” regarding their gender as “feminine.” Most of the poems in this collection address the author's complex emotional life, including, their psychic struggles. A recent, professional grade, image of themselves posted to Facebook was superimposed with the text, “Saint Margo of Perpetual Anxiety,” and, indeed, their poems' substance locates the author squarely in the tradition of Sylvia Plath and Poetry of Angst.

Bottlecap Press' statement describing the book says that it is about “reading poetry, listening to Gucci Mane, missing everyone, longing for love, regretting the past, fearing the future, wanting to die, wanting to live, being sad, and trying to overcome being sad.” I would, also, say that the book is about loss and reinvention of self. Some poets, Thomas Lux, for example, might view the present collection as an example of the “coming of age” sub-genre because of Margo's detailed, sometimes, tortuously self-scrutinizing, documentation of their struggles with identity and place as well as their conflicts. Blueberry Lemonade, of course, is a mixture of sour and sweet, colored blue [sic], and the volume's cover reinforces these ideas by displaying a tower of yellow building blocks, representing, perhaps, the poet's upward climb to wholeness or, even, the skyscraper the author refers to in one haiku...

“i dream of being
a skyscraper in the midst
of a hurricane”

It would trivialize the emotional currency of Margo's feelings to interpret “skyscraper” as a Phallic Symbol, and the author makes few direct references to physical expressions of affection.

As they suggest, Margo has been influenced by James Joyce's modernist style of “psychological realism,” and the poems' styles are reminiscent, also, of Virginia Woolf who described their writing as “interior monologue.” Some poems in Blueberry Lemonade reminded me of Michael C. Peterson's poem, “Repeater,” for instance, Margo's line, “you pull the trigger on a plastic toy gun that you have put into your/ mouth.” Many of the author's poems are dark, bordering, in my opinion, on nihilism and, less frequently, on self-pity (see the poems, “a fun activity for a sunday afternoon;” “do-it-yourself make-a-wish foundation;” “a garbage bag stuffed with internal organs;” “they told me i could be anything i wanted to be, so i killed myself;” and, the Haiku,“i am so sorry/ please forgive me. i am a/ monster. i hate it.”). This is a collection of radical, very serious poetry whose gravity is relieved somewhat by the poet's obvious love for music, their respect for other experimental poets (e.g., Steve Roggenbuck), and their clear understanding that, though self-concept may be fractured and complex, it exists in a larger community and a broader narrative (“in the end though, i just want people to participate/ in any way possible;” “we all were formed from/ dead suns & there is something/ beautiful in that”). Indeed, in addition to being a Poet of Angst, Margo can be viewed as a Poet of Identity whose strong images communicate that he has not given up (“the comedians & magicians/come together in search of footprints”; “bliss is not fixed in passing canisters”). Surely, for this poet, The Sublime exists though it cannot be contained.

While I am sympathetic with Formalism and with academic Poetry, including, theory and criticism, I think there is a degree of elitism among some in that community who have erected standards so rigid that they function as barriers to success, in effect, making “Others” of poets who privilege language, authenticity, present experience, and meaning. For example, one can only infer from Helen Vendler's critiques of Adrienne Rich's poetry after they professed their lesbianism and became outspokenly political as well as activist, that Vendler found Rich's poetry interesting (Vendler likes Rich's “themes”) but disappointing (“failed promise”, is Vendler's term). Without ever going on the personal attack, Vendler (very politely) dismisses Rich's work after ~1973, as “politics” and “sociology.” Is Vendler saying that Rich's mid- to late-career work is not Poetry or not good Poetry? And, what about Margo's writing that does not so much directly address politics or society but, rather, his own interior landscape. Would Vendler say that Margo is writing psychology rather than Poetry? Would Thomas Lux, one of my favorite poets who believes that a natural progression is for poets to move away from writing about “self,” consider Margo's poetry immature?

Certainly, years before Emily Dickinson, mainstream poets have held that enduring Poetry (poetry for “all time”) is written “slant” rather than in a straightforward, direct, and literal manner. Yet, Poetic Realism has been a respected sub-genre of The Canon since writers rebelled against Romanticism in the late 19th Century and was clearly understood to be political—to represent a revolt against aristocratic norms. Is it possible, or, useful, to view the relatively recent wave of mostly young, counter-normative poets as, perhaps, Neo-Realists? Are these underrepresented (e.g., feminist, lesbiaan, gay, activist, gender-non-conforming, racially/ethnically minority, marginalized) poets producing a New Poetics, even, a New Aesthetics? Are Neo-Realist poets situated with the revolutionary French and Russian writers who expressed (personal, political, and social) life as it was instead of promoting Romanticism and Idealism?

Having said that, Rich and many other oppositional poets (e.g., Caseyrenée Lopez) appear to be Utopian (romantic? Idealistic?) in their philosophy, social models, and politics, a tendency that may be inconsistent with Realism. Surely, there is much material, context, and intersectionality to be evaluated in an attempt to give the new wave of outspoken poets, and their predecessors, an honored and deserved position in the Poetry community. A good place to begin to understand what these poets are about is to meet them on their own terms in journals such as Yellow Chair Review and Zoomoozophone Review in order to understand poets such as Matt Margo who is taking significant risks to honor their Truth. Finally, many of the lines (“you say 'we could eat at taco bell again'”; “the ice cream truck drives around until it no longer exists”) and poems (“washington, lincoln, lafayette;” “blessa”) in Blueberry Lemonade are stunning, deserving to be read over and over again. Indeed, this collection places Margo among the best young poets writing experimentally today.

*Originally published in Yellow Chair Review, 2015 [text corrected & slightly revised]

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