Blurbs Taking Soundings
“Welcome to my / hyperstability.” – Amish Trivedi, Sound/Chest
Amish Trivedi’s new book, Sound/Chest (Coven Press, 2015), takes as its muse a disused card catalog cabinet at the University of Iowa Library. While one might be eager to mine the contents of the cabinet for poetic inspiration, Trivedi allows himself the label markers on the drawers of the catalog as sufficient points of inspiration. Thus, we see poems with titles that reflect the beginnings and endings of the contents of the catalog, like “Study / Karma” and “Desirous / Actions.”
Trivedi notes in the afterword that, a mere month after his project was completed, a flood sealed the fate of the cabinet, which was moved to the university’s surplus department, most likely to be discarded. This book, then, is the sole record, however oblique, of a catalog of knowledge.
Kate Schapira and Rae Armantrout, in their blurbs for Sound/Chest, make use of the fact of the flood as a means to describe Trivedi’s work.
These are poems of small brinks, short falls, shorings up; they seek sustenance rather than certainty. To sound is to hear how deep something goes, to wait for an echo of touch to tell you, this is where the water stops. We don’t call what’s under the water “land,” but we might call it knowledge; we might call it persistence; we might call it patience. At the bottom of Sound/Chest, the next thing we turn over might be the thing we need.
In these poems, Amish Trivedi gives us the “surreal” as the new normal, all the mind’s dated catalogue awash in the rising waters of the present. In the barely off-stage catastrophe sending ripples through this book, what we cling to is as strange as what we seek to avoid.
These poems would work, and do, without the extra bit of knowledge regarding the flood, and yet Schapira and Armantrout seem to treat Trivedi’s afterword / afterthought as crucial to the poems themselves, rather than letting the poems speak for themselves. Are they trying to insert a conceptualism where there is only coincidence?
The final blurb comes from Johannes Göransson, and he dives into the craziness of the poems themselves, possible situational meaning be damned. Although Trivedi’s title does allude to a sinking and subsequent poetic depth-locating, that’s hardly the most important part of the work, and Göransson knows it. Here’s his blurb:
There/was some talk/of electrical outlets and role playing”: An amazing surrealist montage as failed stand-up joke or an occult dating show about Abu Ghraib? From the farcical to the sublime: these poems keep babbling until they’ve told us just about everything we did and did not want to know about ourselves.
Trivedi’s process is a jumping-off point for some truly inspired post-Flarf poetry that lays bare the soul and psyche of a persona who, schizophrenically is drowning and taking measurements to fathom the meaning of the depths. All three blurbs serve to triangulate Trivedi’s poetic location.
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