NatureS, a Year Along
So far as I'm aware*, NatureS got about as many reviews as most poetry books do - in this case, one. That one appeared in the Asheville Citizen-Times last October, and was written by Rob Neufeld, who specializes in books exploring local history and folklore. In fact, the review of NatureS followed reviews of a couple other books, one a collection of mountain tales, the other a novel set at Fontana Dam, a resort an hour or so west of Asheville.
Neufeld didn't exactly like the book, and had a couple of condescending things to say about it, but that's all well and good. Here's his take - and this is pretty much the entirety of it (sorry, no link, as it's now behind a paywall):
Hmmm. All publicity is good publicity, I suppose, but at least he could have gotten the actual title of the book right. Oh, well. It was just the Asheville Citizen-Times.
New Native Press is celebrating the work of Charlotte-now-Asheville poet Jeff Davis with the publication of "Selected Poems 1972-2005." The value of the book is its presentation of a mystical poet's evolution. The early entries are preachy. They expect us to dig the ineffable because, after all, it's ineffable.
Starting with the third of four sections, Davis begins to trust his art. The messages are not substantially different; and the focus on nature remains. But you can enter a beautiful state by forming the words in your mind or mouth.
Readers do bring their own heads to the transaction with the text, and I have no wish to over-determine what another pair of eyes, another mind, might find in the poems NatureS carries into the world. But ... (and at the risk of sounding "preachy"), there's a small problem with Neufeld's trope about the "mystical poet's evolution," that being the fundamental one that the poems are not chronologically organized, and therefore don't reveal some sort of linear progress, in good Romantic fashion, of the poet's mind.
It would take delving into boxes of ancient papers to nail it down, but I believe that the earliest poem in NatureS is actually "To the Muse", which doesn't appear until page 34. I still remember well jotting its first lines down on the long ferry ride up the Johnson Straits to Alert Bay, the little fishing village in British Columbia where I lived on and off for most of the early nineteen-seventies. It went through several permutations before it was finished, or abandoned - from an attempt to speak to the nature of a particular love relationship, an attempt that was then reshaped by a Sikh teaching story about (as I remember it, at least) the always nameless Real, eventually to an account of the process of writing as I then understood it.
The poem was substantially finished by 1975. When I was putting the book together in 2004 and 5, a phrase or two reopened, and it changed again, but only by a few words.
It was the first of a number of poems that emerged during the same period, four of which were published in the Vancouver little mag Iron; sometimes, still, I think of them as my "Vancouver poems". That city had then, as I'm sure it must have still, a wonderful community of engaged poets, including the great Robin Blaser, who'd been an integral part of the San Francisco scene that had also included, among others, Jack Spicer and Robert Duncan. The last year I spent in BC, in fact, Blaser published his edition of Spicer's Collected Books, which has yet to be superceded as the standard collection of Spicer's work.** It was a lively scene, with readings almost weekly at The Western Front, Simon Fraser University (where Blaser taught), and various homes and studios around the city.
Blaser had been told by Olson, by Blaser's own account, "I'd trust you anywhere with image, but you've got no syntax," (see "Diary, April 11, 1981", from Blaser's, yes, Syntax), and he'd taken it upon himself, as part of his commission as a poet, to explore strategies for the structure of meaning in language that extended conventional syntax into new territories. His work often structures itself not by explicit syntactic relationship of elements, but by a dynamic parataxis. Looking back, I can see that my own approach to structure and syntax, to the use of fields of meaning opened up by Blaser's work - and that of others, like Daphne Marlatt and Sharon Thesen, working in that time and place - morphed. The poems from Iron represent an intensification of my own experiments with language and form, experiments that seem, to me at least, to have marked a crossing point, a line of demarcation, between earlier work and the poems in NatureS. But, again, this priority is not marked, in any real sense, in the book, and the poems are scattered throughout it, "The Forum in Weeds" at page 22, "The Cotyledon" (in 1975 still untitled) at page 41, "The Bridge" at page 52, and "The Traffic" at page 59.
Indeed, some of the most recent poems actually appear in the first section of the book, including "The Divers", "The Point", "Noetic Issues on the Trail", and "Another Flight", all written within the last few years. Other recent poems scattered through NatureS include "Tithe of Clouds", "Notes in the Common Key", "Toward Pisgah", and "Strata: Melissa" (though it began in the mid-nineteen-eighties as an integral part of "Strata: Rhododendron"). To give Mr. Neufeld his due, the book does close with "Envoi: Another Audition ...", which was in fact the most recent poem included in the book.
So, enough. Or too much. The book can be read in various ways, I'm sure. It's not my purpose to discourage any approaches readers might wish to take to it. They probably shouldn't, though, assume that it's a "progress", and certainly not a linear evolution.
* It helps me avoid the vanity of self-Googling that I am named "Jeff Davis"; there's even another poet of the same name, who seems to write books on yoga as well - something that I'll probably never do. Not to mention that other "Jeff Davis", Jefferson Davis, President of the Confederacy, for whom my father (and eventually I) was named.
** Update, 19 May 2009: Now see My Vocabulary Did This to Me: The Collected Poetry of Jack Spicer (Peter Gizzi and Kevin Killian, editors), published by Wesleyan University Press in November 2008.