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  • ‘Photograph With Girls: Poems’ by Nancy Carol Moody reviewed by Toni Van Dusen

    June 19, 2013

    Love At First Read

                           by Toni Van Dusen

               (first printed in CALYX, 2010 – reprinted with permission)

    PHOTOGRAPH WITH GIRLS: POEMS,  Nancy Carol Moody. Traprock Books, 66 pages, $15 paper.

    There are many reasons to buy and read Nancy Moody’s PHOTOGRAPH WITH GIRLS. The cover photo is a wonder—four girls (Moody’s mother among them) lying on a beach, bare-toed and laughing (the inspiration for the title poem). There are poems in traditional forms and at least one poem in a form of Moody’s own invention (“Roy’s Five and Dime”).  The third little poem in the series “Three Poems” that begins the book sliced me open with these words:

    Belovèd, nothing we could do here in this room,

                on the soft of this flat and white elevation,

                is so urgent as your cheekbones radiating moonlight,

                your breath rising humid and transmutable. Please

                don’t rouse while I warm my hands on the lamp

                of your body. I want to study your contours

                in this dark—me blind, you Braille.

    The use of the almost Biblically old-fashioned Belovèd is risky and strikes the perfect tone for this delicate, yet powerful lyric. The rich language is pulled from the far corners of our lexicon—from rouse to raditating and transmutable.

    Deliciously chewy language is a hallmark of Moody’s work. Listen to this description of a nest full of baby birds in “Nesting”: Mornings at sunup, the nest / is a tumult of appetite / and squawk.

    That tumult of appetite informs this book: an intense desire for the lover as well as desire simply to be alive in this world. Moody’s passion is obvious in poems addressed to the belovèd, of course, but equally in an elegiac poem about an old dog (“Want”), and to city-bound nature, as in “First Mowing”: …the lawn’s / luminous fronds, dauntless stalks / succulent from immeasurable rain. / The holy mud they thrive in…. / How it stains, / oh the green glorious stain.This lush, unabashed language hearkens back to Hopkins and Whitman.

    Moody is never afraid to step out of herself. In “The Subject Validates the Photograph,” the persona of Emily Dickinson emerges to confess to, no, to claim, a life quite different than the chaste one so often ascribed to her: Suitors were plentiful in my youth. / Tyrants and pirates—boarding the vessel, / fumbling for plunder. Later, though / only the one. The one was enough. This poem is both unique yet similar to Dickinson’s own. Here Moody’s Emily remembers a love affair that gave rise to a storm of poetry:

     ….Alfred and I

                 waging our own demonstrations of war

                night upon night on kindled sheets,

                daybreaks on blankets under sightless

                skies, old Amherst never

                once the wiser. The poems came—

                the poems came—

    To her credit, Moody does not attempt to mimic Dickinson’s capitalized nouns and clipped cadences. The tone is nineteenth century conversational, at times even a bit gossipy—describing friend Susan’s dreadful / mess with Austin, and, shall I say, / his sultry whore? My brother— / such a fool. It’s the way of men.

    Moody is also unafraid to poke at difficult issues (especially women’s issues) with her stick. She gives voice to a murdered child in “Thirty Years Later: JonBènet Has Her Say.” The poem artfully, devastatingly exposes the rot at the heart of children’s beauty pageantry and the parents who deliver their daughters up to it: I will confess: I dreamed the spotlight—/ the illumined attention my one understanding / of the meaning of love.

    In the sestina “Egyptair 990: Sestina for the 217,” Moody describes the horrifying crash and its aftermath. The first line is chilling: The plane’s dive was so steep Mohamed Gamal  that for a small /  moment Nama Mossadthe passengers would have been weightless. The names of some sixty dead are dropped into the poem’s lines as if engraved on a granite wall, and I can imagine two readers performing it, one intoning the names while the other reads the poem that surrounds the names.

    “Commemoration: September 11, 2006” is Moody’s homage to the survivors of the September 11, 2001, attack, those who lost family and friends and, by extension, all of us.

    In Pennsylvania a man

                has rocked five years on his porch.

                He will not rise to see

                the long-scarred meadow.

                Sixty months beyond

                the five-sided building,

                a star’s perfect center,

                a woman still feels

                her office walls crumble.

                Two hundred sixty weeks:

                the photos on the fences

                have flecked into dust.

                Eighteen hundred twenty-six days:

                you who watched birds

                soar from tower windows

                know you were mistaken.

    I can’t end this review without mentioning Moody’s humor—sardonic, ironic, but utterly good-hearted—that shines from all but the darkest pages of this book. My favorite, “March Madness,” describes a conversation between the poet and a friend, upon reading a newspaper item about a female high school basketball star:

    My friend says, “You know

                her father doesn’t have to worry

                about the boys. That girl won’t fit

                in the back seat of a car.”

                I remind: “In small towns

                they drive pick-ups.


    PHOTOGRAPH WITH GIRLS is a book you will love at first read and continue to delight in again and again. Thanks to Traprock for publishing these trenchant, beautifully crafted poems.

  • ‘At This Distance’ by Bette Lynch Husted reviewed by Erik Muller

    June 19, 2013

    The Matter and Manner of At This Distance, a review by by Erik Muller

    Bette Lynch Husted. At This Distance. Wordcraft of Oregon, 2010, $14.

    Bette Lynch Husted is another strong voice among Eastern Oregon poets published by David Memmott. At This Distance is her first full collection and thus deserves attention to its matter and manner.

    As the jacket comments observe, here is a book about the high, dry two-thirds of Oregon. Husted collects her observations of animals and plants and the shapes of landscape. She includes the people, as well, so that indeed this is a Northwest poetry that meets criteria set down by George Venn in “Continuity in Northwest Literature.”

    Venn observes that with H.L. Davis, Theodore Roethke, and William Stafford our region’s literature began naming the details of our spaces: flora and fauna, weather—pinned down as exactly as language is able. These poets could also balance interior and exterior landscapes in an attempt to answer what Venn considers abiding Northwest concerns, “Where are we?” and “How shall we live here?” Before these poets, Venn says, writers labored under an imported tradition that did not focus on specific locales or place-specific investigations.

    Husted writes with a firm sense of both natural and social geography. Her travel and place poems provide vivid calendar shots:

    Our towns, shying apart, fold into timbered shadows,

    high desert light, the camouflage of sage.

    –“At This Distance”

    Yet place is home to people and their predicaments, for here is a region with its Native American past and present, with wildfire and the Iraq War, poison gas and tumbleweeds, solitude and family, daughter and mother, blue collar and white. In “Living Here,” Husted’s sensibility is welcoming:

    To live out here, we have to love it all.

    . . .

    Not ten miles distant, nerve gas bunkers.

    . . .

    But older stories live here, give

    away their ancient secrets, medicines to sing

    us whole again.

    Husted works toward both comprehensiveness and comprehension. Her ideal is Thought Woman, a variation of Emerson’s American Scholar, who is mother and Earth figure, derived from Native American wisdom tradition:

    Thought Woman

    reaching out, reaching back

    thinking her

    ten thousand


    –“Teaching Creation”

    We carry stories underneath the skin . . .


    Husted’s achievements are earned despite using a language that she finds elusive or intractable:

    In what language can I, child of these invader

    refugees, welcome you?

    –“The Language of Home”

    Older, I’ll be

    old soon. (Language hesitates, glancing backward.)

    Carried with this tide, I’m a child still learning

    how to breathe . . .

    –“The View From Here”

    Husted’s manner of writing is apt for her concerns. She is forthright and competent. Perhaps too often description of places and narration of anecdotes carry the burden of her wisdom quest. There are perhaps more road poems than needed. Yet every poem succeeds. And some excel.

    The most interesting poems depart from the fairly predictable entry points and development strategies and become imaginative re-shapings of Husted’s concerns. Along with the rich song of “Life Birds”’ and the fine use of refrain in “At Washington School,” the collection’s last poem, “Wingspan,” is remarkable for its weaving of three elements selected from Husted’s own land—an Indian tale, a Umatilla dance event, some cautions and riddles from various media, to create the rich fabric sampled here:

    Dancers’ feather-fans lift high

    carry prayer toward light


    Touching a weaver finch nest—

    “Watch for litter-fall

    of mites!”

    So it came about that when the Spring migration of swans began the next year, E-tsa-wis-no went aloft to join the flight—without a word of farewell to his family!

    At This Distance is a strong addition to Oregon poetry books that initially signal an allegiance to place, then reveal that answering the questions posed by Venn requires more than a roadmap or county history. See Thomas Madden’s Lessons for Custer, Venn’s West of Paradise, and Pamela Steele’s Paper Bird, three other titles from Wordcraft of Oregon.

    Poets and their readers are called to live by imagination, whose task in taking up such questions is to balance attention to external landscape with attention to internal landscape. That balance, as if by magic, reshapes both person and place.

    NOTE: George Venn. Marking the Magic Circle: An Intimate Geography. (Corvallis, Oregon State University Press, 1987).

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