Monday, June 27, 2011

Anna Wickham's "The Contemplative Quarry": V

Sorry, everyone, for disappearing for days. First, saying goodbye to Singapore took up the time, and then Pride weekend in NYC. The new legislation for gay marriage was too exciting to stay indoors.

But back to Ms. Wickham. The fifth poem "Need to Rest" begins with an arresting claim:

I have no physical need of a chair

Not sure if she needs the word "physical" but it is there to contrast with the mental need she describes later in the poem. Why does she not need a chair? Because

I can double my body anywhere

Yes, witty follow-up. The body can find rest in itself, by acting upon itself, "doubling" as it were. Self-reliant, it can rest on a "stone" or the "ground," no chair necessary. But what the speaker needs is to "feed my wit/ With beauty and complexity." The emphasis here is on the feeding, and not the having. For if she thinks she already possesses "philosophy," then she were "high man without complexity." "Man" here means primarily humans, but I think by using "man" she also takes a dig against male complacency at having the answers to life. The complacent man, the "high" man, would fling himself on "any natural sod/ To scan the zenith and remember God." In other words, the "high" man would rest on his possession of wisdom. When he scans the zenith, he does not discover anything new, but merely remembers the old idea of God.

This reading about human complacency is confirmed by the next lines:

But it is needful man shall strive
With tortured matter, so to keep alive.

Life, for Wickham, resides in striving with tortured matter, and not with resting on any natural sod. It is a dynamic philosophy of will, not a static wisdom of possession. After this statement of its point--its need--the poem goes on to elaborate in six uninspired lines:

Idle man would never live to age:
He would run mad and die in rage.
When fat accumulations cloy,
War brings her sword to ravage and destroy,
That through the smoke of the consuming real
Man sees a clearer and more sure ideal.

The boldness here lies in the thought of war as a necessary destructive force to wake man to his ideal life of constant strife, but the expression of the thought is mundane and clumsy. The rhymes cripple the poetry.

Returning to the beginning of the poem, I now find it rather misleading. The central contrast in the poem is between those who rest in complacency and those who ever strive. The opening lines, however, posits a contrast between resting in a chair, and resting without a chair. I think this misdirection is caused by the common problem of discovering an arresting start for a poem, and then wandering away from it in the subsequent argument. One is naturally reluctant to delete the wonderful opening that gives rise to the poem, even if it does not lead logically into it. Wickham's editor comments that she seldom revised her poems. Her poems show the freshness of spontaneity, as well as its flaws.


  1. Hey Jee,
    Yes, I have to agree w/ the: freshness of spontaneity, as well as its flaws, comment. As mentioned, I found this book's transcript and a big part of that is many of the pieces in there are her personal fragments. It would be like if someone published my writing files and all the world could see my undeveloped poemlets, outlines, ideas that haven't (but still might) come to fruition, series of rough drafts, many that don't get workshopped.

    And many congrats for the legislation on gay marriage!! I haven't been up w/ the news, having my nose thoroughly stuck into the grindstone of reading/writing/poetry/prose/essay articles to be published. I really must crawl outta my paper box once in awhile, come hither and inhale the odour of legislative success. We had a total revolution in party shifts our last Canadian election as well, that was a shockingly delicious odour as well.


  2. Hi Jeanne,

    Oh, transcript! *Strikes his forehead* Wow, that must be quite something, to wade into a writer's muck pile.

    Thanks for the wishes for gay marriage. Not in any hurry to marry myself, but this is a right long in coming to many couples who wish to be hitched. Not up to the mark with Canadian politics (or with any politics). I hope the delicious smell is turning into something nourishing.

    Best, Jee