chris burke
Lessons from nature
—for Kay Ryan
Once in bed
all week I drew
the aerobatic
hoopla of a fly
buzzing for the holy
slender egress
of a window
on a stolen legal
pad and called it
'Sorry, no escape.'
Quite. Perhaps
that flies in art
circles or the "We
found his journals"
nutso world
but I was circling
nowhere fast
and the fly had merely
drawn that
conclusion first.
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Statement of Homage
I reckon many of my friends might be amazed to discover my penchant for Kay Ryan. And that's entirely my fault. She's not among the influences that come to mind if ever I get asked – she's too unique to even dare approach – and so my admiration has developed into a sort of clandestine relationship. I wouldn't be surprised if her work is divisive, but the imagined detractors in my head (too neat, too glib, too detached, too gnomic) are seriously missing out. I can read a 30-word poem of hers and want to set fire to a 30-line poem of mine. I go to her, and keep going back, for pure poetry: the condensed idea that knocks you over with its crisp Enlightenment reason and wild Romantic weirdness. Her brain knows no limits and her poems are all about limits. I'm constantly amazed by what she gets away with, ending a line with "the" or "a", until I realise the rhythm of the poem demands it, and that masters of the craft rewrite any perceived rules. She reminds me to be brash. I like to be reminded to be brash, and I adore how she can sucker you in with a repetitive rhyme, then switch the rhyme at the very end like a heavyweight jab. I love the fact that she rhymes at all, and the feeling of being thrown around by the atonal music of her rhythms in pieces packed with energy. Her poems are cut gems – compact, shimmering and, I fully expect, timeless.
Kay Ryan
Kay Ryan is among the USA's most venerated living poetic voices, a Poet Laureate of her native country between 2008 and 2010, and a Pulitzer Prize winner. In a published career that began with her first book Dragon Acts to Dragon Ends in 1983, Ryan has released eight poetry collections and won multiple awards. For many years as a teacher at the College of Marin in Kentfield, California, Ryan has succeeded in developing an immediately recognisable style, her short poems and thin lines replete with wit, playfulness, and philosophy – not to mention what she has labelled "recombinant rhyme", a precise and often surprising sprinkling of rhymed words to, in her description, "get the poem to go a little bit luminescent".
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