

Paperback: 261 pages
Publisher: Random House (October 21, 2014)
Language: English
ISBN-10: 0812982673
ISBN-13: 978-0812982671
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Former US Poet Laureate Billy Collins regularly reads to standing-room audiences, and reading his poems, it's not hard to see why. They reward multiple levels of interpretation, unpack hidden implications in seemingly undistinguished moments, and wink sly humor at playfully receptive readers. But there's a moment in this collection where a switch flips unexpectedly. This produces a book that starts strong, but ends on a surprisingly flat, tired-sounding note.Collins' longtime readers know his familiar arc: an ordinary moment on an ordinary day triggers a Proustian connection, seemingly sudden but wholly consistent. Perhaps memory intrudes, or ruminations run wild--a quote from a writing text imbues a moment with unanticipated urgency, or an ancient photo in a modern building creates a discordance Collins can't easily reconcile. Sometimes he just starts thinking, and the results surprise even himself:"Writing in the Afterlife"...I had heard about the journey to the other sideand the clink of the final coinin the leather purse of the man holding the oar,but how could anyone have guessedthat as soon as we arrivedwe would be asked to describe the placeand to include as much detail as possible--not just the water, he insistsrather the oily, fathomless, rat-happy water,not simply the shackles, but the rusty,iron, ankle-shredding shackles...While scholarly poets vanish into themselves, equating incomprehensibility with depth, Collins recognizes who reads his work. The baker doesn't bake the bread he wants to bake, but the bread his customers need to eat. No wonder, in a crowded poetry market, readers seek Collins out.Collins' poems have familiarity not in their outcomes, which persistently surprise even attentive readers. Rather, we relish the surprise as his words expose something distinctly novel in familiar circumstances. We anticipate being blindsided, and come to prognosticate: what will he do next? Thus he forces us to reexamine our own preconceptions, and turns us into poets ourselves. Could you have created "Divorce," which I quote in full:Once, two spoons in bed,now tined forksacross a granite tableand the knives they have hired.Yes, I suspect you could have created it if, like Collins, you have practiced thinking like a poet. Collins challenges us to circumvent our learned limitations and see moments anew. At his best, Collins opens our eyes, guides us through the labyrinth of our own minds, and returns us to the start, enlightened and ready to bring his lessons in poetic insight into our regular life.At his best. Sadly, like any of us, Billy Collins isn't always at his best.This book suffers moving into the "New Poems" section. Compiled for the first time, these poems lack the muscular through-line that defines his prior sections, and meander episodically. This last section, running nearly ninety pages, percolates with such Hail Mary passes as (gasp!) poems about poets and poetry. Seriously. He has a villanelle, titled "Villanelle," about writing a villanelle. MFA instructors work assiduously to stop students doing that."Lines Written at Flying Point Beach"or at least in the general vicinityof Flying Point Beach,certainly closer than I normally amto that beach where the oceancrests the dunes at high tidespilling tons of new salt water into Mecox Bay,and probably closer to Flying Point Beachthan you are right nowor I happen to be as you read this.Not that he stops being good. Moments of insight penetrate, as in "Digging," about backyard artifacts unearthed, and histories imputed to them. But it becomes much harder to find such moments. Instead, he gives over to what many non-poetry readers disparage in contemporary poetry: formless prose broken into ragged, end-stopped lines. It reads like diary entries, like Collins stops pushing himself to that next level.It pains me to say this about one of my heroes, but at 72, Collins may be getting tired. Poetry's heightened aesthetic, its language inviting multiple interpretations, its intensively layered themes, demand time and energy. And Collins, who maintains a teaching and reading schedule that would deplete much younger men, maybe can't dedicate himself to writing like he once could. That would explain these later poems' rushed feel.I love Billy Collins, and I love most of this book. Like the best poets, when Collins succeeds, he could transform our world. But the more a poet risks, the bigger his potential disappointment. Let's just say, Collins writes more reliably than William Wordsworth; but if you read his work, recognize, not everything succeeds equally.
To me, a Billy Collins poem is like a box of Cracker Jacks: each has a familiar, "comfort food" flavor, but each also contains a little surprise by the end. I can't resist their ironic humor and plain-spoken style, and often they take me somewhere I didn't expect to land. This collection contains selections from his last four volumes of poetry, starting with Nine Horses, as well as 83 pages of new poems. Some believe that he "jumped the shark" with Nine Horses, but there are still some favorites to be found in these newer collected poems, like "Litany" and "The Lanyard". The brand-new poems have some gems as well, like the hilarious "Lesson for the Day" (in which he imagines Marianne Moore being run over by a steamroller!), "Here and There", and the moving 9/11 tribute "The Names". Collins is a still a master of the ars poetica, as evidenced by poems like "Drinking Alone" (the epigraph "after Li Po" is in itself enough to elicit a chuckle from any experienced poet); "Irish Poetry", and "The Suggestion Box". Collins has acquired a bad rap for being too "popular" and "accessible" over the years, but he deserves credit for his visibility, his entertaining "stand-up" reading style, and his projects like "Poetry 180", all of which have helped make poetry enjoyable again for the average American. And I, for one, don't mind reading a poet who doesn't make me work too hard, yet presents me with often unexpected, even profound, rewards.
Since the release of his collection "Nine Horses" and the massive success Billy Collins has engendered, perhaps no other poet I'm aware of (except for John Ashbery) has caused such a stir within the poetry community. Some detest him as being poetry lite, like Cool Whip for the soul, and others see him as an accessible voice in an otherwise cryptic and elitist field filled with frauds who hide behind non sequiturs. I am in the middle.Genuinely engrossed by some of the poems in this collection ("Writing In the Afterlife") and not too excited or stimulated by others ("Foundling"), I think of Collins as a sort of everyman's poet who should be viewed as a primer for other sorts of poetry. Perhaps the best analogy: a warm, glowing anti-syllabus that is meant to push the reader forward. What I enjoy, sometimes, about his work is the simplicity:"Envoy"Go, little book,out of this house and into the world.carriage made of paper rolling toward townbearing a single passengerbeyond the reach of this jittery penand far from the desk and the nosy gooseneck lamp.It is time to decamp,put on a jacket and venture outside,time to be regarded by other eyes,bound to be held in foreign hands.So off you go, infants of the brain,with a wave and some bits of fatherly advice:stay out as late as you like,don't bother to call or write,and talk to to as many strangers as you can."While I won't say that this poem is going to change my life, I like it. It is sincere, has a certain purity to it, and the images come clear as some very thin air.If you like what Collins does, you do. If you don't, you don't. I say, read it if you like it.
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