Friday, July 24, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXXIV. Harrods"; "XXXV. Gladys"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

Today's installment is a little on the shorter side in part because I'm off-sequence again (been a bit busy getting ready for in-service/varieties of Zoom training on how to teach the youths in the time of COVID, sorry) and because these sections are a little faster-moving; next week we'll get to some of the meatier content of the book, and I plan to try and wrap things up with a debrief covering the whole book by the middle of August or so. Please see here for previous installments of Syntax Club; feel free to post comments and thoughts and sentences you love here on the site or Twitter; if you try an exercise feel free to Tweet some of your results using the #SyntaxClub tag.


--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


Geryon finds himself stricken by the question of whether or not to phone up Herakles (and in a pre-figurement of the endless contemporary gayboy Call Me By Your Name discourse, thinks about an Emily Dickinson poem involving a peach while standing under a cold shower); Geryon's attraction to Ancash intensifies; Herakles dramatically steals a large tiger cutout from a display in a store, and the boys take off to Peru; en route to Peru Herakles initiates a sexual encounter with Geryon.

Even now he was not
looking at the telephone (which he had placed in the bottom of his sock drawer).
He was not
thinking about the two of them in their hotel room on the other side of Plaza de Mayo.
He was not
remembering how Herakles liked to make love early in the morning like a sleepy bear
taking the lid off a jar of honey--Geryon
got up suddenly and went into the bathroom. (111)

The anaphora (repetition at the start of a sentence, phrase, paragraph, line, etc) here creates a kind of dramatic irony--Geryon might want to think that he was not totally smitten by Herakles anew, but the repetition emphasizes his lovestruck state for we readers. I also love the variation in sentence length. We start out relatively short, getting neat and easy stuff (the phone, the fact that Herakles and Ancash are on the other side of the plaza). But as we dive deeper into Geryon's emotional state (the memory of the sex itself) the sentence draws out, elongating and reinforcing our experience of this flustered young gayboy (before the memory gets neatly cut off with that dash, when Geryon himself dashes off to the cold shower)

Ancash sat very straight,
a man as beautiful as a live feather. (112)

A gorgeous, simple simile.

Geryon would have liked to wrap his coat around
this feather man. (114)

And here that simile gets worked back in as an adjective. Beautiful as a live feather becomes this feather man. Worthwhile to note too that the desire to wrap your coat around another man is an excellent, well-observed, detailed bit of gay male sexuality (we saw something similar when G and H first met--put your hands inside my shirt, yeah?).

Ancash watched Herakles.
Geryon watched Ancash. (116)

Parallelism is fun and all, but I'm especially curious as to when these characters watch each other and when they regard each other.

These are all very fine passengers,
thought Geryon dreamily as he and the plane began descent to Lima. (119)

Clever work with the compound he and the plane began descent: both of them are literally descending, but Geryon is also dreamily coming down from another metaphoric height (i.e., orgasm via a handjob on a plane).


Compounding (Again)

We've played with this before, but we might as well try it again. Have a character and an object (see: he and the plane) in a single state of action (see: began descent) which communicates 2 different things at once (see: the plane landing and Geryon's post-ejaculation reverie).

Repetition & Irony

Use direct repetition across several sentences or paragraphs to create a sense of irony or denial about what is occuring (see: he was not, even though he quite clearly was).

Simile -> Adjective

Recall the main thrust of a simile or metaphor you used earlier in a work by re-attributing the comparison as an adjective (see: Ancash going from being beautiful as a live feather to this feather man.)

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Tuesday, July 14, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXXII. Kiss"; "XXXIII. Fast-Forward"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

Please see here for previous installments of Syntax Club; feel free to post comments and thoughts and sentences you love here on the site or Twitter; if you try an exercise feel free to Tweet some of your results using the #SyntaxClub tag.


--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


Geryon decides he does not want to be one of those people who think of nothing but their stores of pain and explores a bookstore where he encounters both an evil Walt Whitman and, quite unexpectedly, a grown-up Herakles. The young men sit down at Cafe Mitwelt along with Ancash, Herakles traveling companion who is helping Herakles with a a documentary on Emily Dickinson--a documentary which necessitates that they record the sounds of volcanoes. Geryon finds himself struck by and sensitive to this reunion (and to the new, possibly erotic presence of Ancash), but it is not totally clear how he will respond just yet.


Adult Herakles seems slightly more put-together somehow: artistically ambitious, slightly more social aware, maybe, no?

He certainly presents better in this section, and seems to more grounded and stable and aware, but that may or may not hold up through the rest of the book.

So the volcano stuff is a big deal, huh?

One of the central conceits of the book, and probably one we will need to unpack in greater detail after we finish the read-through if we want to fully understand the essayistic implications (I'm planning a longer, more coherent, less scattered analysis for the finale of Syntax Club).

For the time being let's try to track the relationship between interior (mind) and exterior (world) as we see it operating. Obviously the relationship Carson wants us to think about with those two is one of pressure (volcanoes, fissures, cracks, explosions, etc).

Is this gonna be...a love triangle thing?

When I read this text I notice an intense & energetic interest between all 3 of our young men (Geryon/Herakles/Ancash) in these scenes; readers less gay than I have told me they didn't notice any of that starting until much deeper in the novel; make of the triangle what you will, I suppose.


A healthy volcano is an exercise in the uses of pressure. (105)

Fun to see Carson recalling an unexpected verb from the previous sections (the question of time exercising Geryon) and here converting it into the noun form exercise. Fun too to think of a volcano--a vessel for sudden cataclysm--as an exercise! One element of the conceit being set up here might be "how is Geryon's existence in the world a form of pressure", but that certainly isn't the only direction we can take this.

Geryon sat on his bed in the hotel room pondering the cracks and fissures
of his inner life. It may happen
that the exit of the volcanic vent is blocked by a plug of rock, forcing
molten matter sideways along
lateral fissures called fire lips by volcanologists. Yet Geryon did not want
to become one of those people
who think of nothing but their stores of pain. (105)

Another effective example of register shifts; Carson juxtaposes internal emotional content with geologic metaphors, but refrains from explicitly linking them or breaking down the connection. Our sentences are roughly set up in an ABA pattern. The first and last units are dealing with the cracks and fissures of Geryon's inner life, which Carson identifies directly as stores of pain. But the long sentence in the middle adopts the geologic language absent any explicit turn to Geryon's own pysche--this sentence, dropped in the midst of Geryon's pained internal reflections, works both as a literal descriptor of the subject these young men are discussing (volcanoes) and a continuation of the broader conceit.

He put on his coat, belted it formally, and went out. (105)

The phrase belted it formally is fantastically revealing (especially due to that adverb!), since it implies that Geryon has multiple different styles of belting his wing-hiding overcoat & chooses more or less formal ones depending on his mood.

Heaps of romance spilled their bright vapor
onto the pavement from behind plate glass. (106)

Heaps of romance which spill out onto the pavement is a wonderful concretization of the mood of a particular street.

Kissing makes them happy, thought Geryon. (107)

_____ makes them happy is a frequent comment for Geryon--what makes Geryon happy, I wonder?

He was trying to fit this Herakles onto the one he knew. (108)

A major issue as we continue: these 2, Herakles and Geryon, have both been thrown (like harpoons, recall), and it's not clear yet what their final shapes might be.

Herakles' gaze
on him was like a gold tongue. (110)

Another example of associative characterization (recall how Herakles is constantly surronded by golden imagery and metaphors without Carson giving us direct physical description of him), and the slide from gaze (visual sensation) to on him was like a gold tongue (tactile sensation) neatly shows how sensitive, how prone, how intimate, how frankly horned up Geryon finds himself here.

The effort it took to pull himself
away from Herakles' eyes
could have been measured on the scale devised by Richter. Call us,
we're at the City Hotel, said Herakles.
The Richter scale has neither a minimum nor a maximum threshold.
Everything depends on
the sensitivity of the seismograph. Sure okay, said Geryon, and threw himself
out the door. (110)

Another example of Carson's tendency to drop in conceits but minimize the explaining-thereof; she mentions the link between Geryon's sensitivity and the Richter scale exactly once (i.e., the effort to pull away), and then alternates between dialog and literal descriptions of the scale.


Register Shifts

Work in a particular register of language (geologic, biologic, astrological, psychological, occult, religious, whatever works for you and your project) as a conceit for a particular emotion or thought an essaying voice or narrator or character might experience. Alternate between sentences which broach the experience directly and sentences which use only the register set aside for the conceit (see: how Carson moves between Geryon's cracks and fissures and the more precise geological accounts of vents and fire lips).

Recall & Reuse: Section Openers

Open a particular section (or chapter, or paragraph, or whatever unit you like) with an unexpected word choice (see: the question exercised Geryon from a few days back). Use a different form of that unexpected word choice to open a section later on in the work (see: today's opener about a volcano being an exercise).


The rest of this week, in 3 parts:

--Roof, Eyewitness


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Saturday, July 11, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXXI. Tango"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

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--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?

After his meal with the philosophers & his jovial self-identification as a philosopher of sandwiches Geryon finds himself startled awake at 3am by a sudden unreal, panicked mood. Geryon things about Heidegger's argument about the use of moods, namely that we would think ourselves continuous with the world if we did not have moods and how it is state-of-mind that discloses to us that we are being who have been thrown into something else. Geryon explores Buenos Aires at night and ends up at a small, dark tango bar staffed by a gnome and featuring a tango singer with whom he will discuss whales, psychoanalysis, how tango is not for everyone, and the question of who can a monster blame for being red. During the course of his conversation with the singer Geryon has a sudden and intense flashback to a memory involving both a high school dance and his brother.


What does it mean to be thrown, anyways?

The short of it, roughly: we find ourselves arbitrarily propelled forward into a world in which we have no control over the circumstances; the nature of being-in-the-world is such that this is a continual process and condition, not a mere starting point; there are ways in which mood can disclose our thrown-ness. NB: I almost certainly messed up something in that explanation, Heideggerian colleagues are more than welcome to send lengthy technical and tendentious clarifying remarks, which will of course further cement their nature as Heideggerian. 

The long of it, with somewhat more rigor: "As Dasein, I ineluctably find myself in a world that matters to me in some way or another. This is what Heidegger calls thrownness (Geworfenheit), a having-been-thrown into the world...To make things less abstract, we can note that disposedness is the a priori transcendental condition for, and thus shows up pre-ontologically in, the everyday phenomenon of mood (Stimmung). According to Heidegger's analysis, I am always in some mood or other. Thus say I'm depressed, such that the world opens up (is disclosed) to me as a sombre and gloomy place. I might be able to shift myself out of that mood, but only to enter a different one, say euphoria or lethargy, a mood that will open up the world to me in a different way. As one might expect, Heidegger argues that moods are not inner subjective colourings laid over an objectively given world...For Heidegger, moods (and disposedness) are aspects of what it means to be in a world at all, not subjective additions to that in-ness...In noting these features of moods we must be careful, however. It would be a mistake to conclude from them that moods are external, rather than internal, states. A mood “comes neither from ‘outside’ nor from ‘inside’, but arises out of Being-in-the-world, as a way of such being” (Being and Time 29: 176)."

An alternative, somewhat less serious, visual representation.

What's the relationship between mood and adjective gestured at here?

Mood for Heidegger, as Geryon mentions, is the thing that reveals that we are not contiguous with the world--we are thrown into it, we don't "fit", we are not a neat little piece of the world but things arbitrarily thrust into it again and again.

Given that Carson described adjectives as the latches of being in the introductory essay, I think this text is attempting to stake out a line of thought in which adjectives serve a role similar to mood: they make us aware of the lack of contiguous-ness of our experience. Encountering the adjective-as-latch on the page complicates and throws into relief our experience of a text (and all the concepts, signs, signifiers, gestures, etc within) makes us aware of a kind of thrownness the same way a mood makes us aware of being thrown into the world.

This is perhaps what makes Stesichoros so valuable--his unexpected, wild, unchained used of adjectives (in contrast to the relative fixity of the Homeric subject and all its epithets). Our boy Stesi threw up all the latches at once, sending everything floating, severing the bonds which purported to keep things neat, tidy, and organized. Stein did similar work too, recall, through varieties of repetition and syntactic play.

Carson seems to think this is valuable: how many times have we talked about inversion, subversion, unexpected qualities in the sentences of this book? She slides possessives into adjectives, coins new words and phrases constantly, turns physical descriptors into broad categories and vice versa, and so forth.

It seems, maybe, that for this book at least the literary experience of an adjective should be like Geryon's understanding of Heidegger's bit about moods: not something smoothly and seamlessly latching us to the world but something which tosses it all up in the air, all loose and shining but aware of the ongoing, contingent, anxious process of our existence (and doesn't that work as a description for our protagonist Geryon himself too?--that young man, red and winged, adrift between inside and outside, full of both ecstatic possibility and resurfacing dread).

What do we make of the insertion of the memory of the dance & the brother into this psychoanalytic tango bit?

There's a kind of melancholy, a kind of nostalgia, a kind of tenderness, and a kind of horror to this memory, certainly. Given that it comes up during this section on mood and pyschoanalysis it seems likely that we should be thinking about his relationship with his brother as a type of throwness. There's also the question of the communicability of a human experience (see: the whales), I guess. I'll try to come up with something more concrete about this stuff later down the road.


Under the seams runs the pain. (98)

The return of the aphoristic statement! Note how the sharp use of the article the in this sentence without indicators of possession or context (no info on whose seams, which pain, etc) gives a kind of mythic dimension, a sort of intense gravity to it. A good trick, but maybe one to be careful with in our own writing.

Empty street below gave nothing back of itself. (98)

I like the absence of initial article here: not an empty street or the empty street but just empty street; it works well to communicate the particular mood of Geryon & the scene he finds himself in. Also some nice structural balance, what with the light alliteration and the way the verb gave neatly slides in as a pivot.

Somewhere (he thought) beneath
this strip of sleeping pavement
the enormous solid globe is spinning on its way--pistons thumping, lava pouring
from shelf to shelf,
evidence and time lignifying into the traces. (98)

Gorgeous use of an em-dash to extend a sentence (I am 110% on Team Em-Dash, as well as on Team Semi-Colon, though I know many people loathe them). I also appreciate the movement that happens after the dash. Pistons thumping and lava pouring are straightforward, fairly "close" physical descriptors for tectonic activity, though the former is more metaphoric. But within this same unit marked off by the dash she also moves into a thoroughly abstract realm: evidence and time lignifying into traces is as much a comment on mood and being-in-the-world as it is to anything geologic. But it doesn't feel out of place at all! Carson's ability to neatly slide the philosophically expansive stuff in next to more "ordinary" physical or metaphoric description is great.

They tore clear and clicked and locked
and unlocked, they shot
their eyebrows up and down. They leaned together and wove apart, they rose
and cutaway and stalked
one another and flew up in a cloud and sank back down on waves. (99-100)

Strong use of polysyndeton (deliberate over-use of conjunctions: and and and and and and) to simultaneously emphasize both the literal busy activity of the musicians as well as Geryon's odd, unreal, psychological experience of watching them.

It was a typical tango song and she had the throat full of needles you need to sing it. (100)

The phrase the throat full of needles is a killer way of describing a certain type of voice, no further elaboration needed.

Sweat and desire ran
down his body to pool
in the crotch and behind the knees. (101)

Sweat and desire, our compound subject, share the verb ran even though the sense in which each runs is different: sweat physically, desire metaphorically. Yoking them in a single compound subject is neat way of expressing related physical and emotional activity.

His eyes ached from the effort of trying to see everything without looking at it.
Other boys stood beside him
on the wall. The petals of their cologne rose around them in a light terror.
Meanwhile music pounded
across hearts opening every valve to the desperate drama of being
a self in a song. (101)

The question of seeing (yourself, your lover, your brother, the world around you, the relationship between internal and external, the way being and time operate) is a big one for this book, and the first line here introduces that neatly. But (if you will permit me a somewhat crass, semi-serious interlude) given the start of the next line (other boys) it also gestures at a very important gayboy skill: knowing how to check out other dudes (at parties, at dances, at gas stations, in locker rooms) without them realizing you are checking them out, to see without looking. My straight friends are often shocked when I tell them that many gayboys considered developing this skill a formative part of adolescence.

In a more serious vein, the petals of their cologne rose around them in a light terror is an excellent way of giving image to the murky dread heat of a teenaged dance, and the image of heart valves opening to the pyschic drama of being a self in a song is a fantastically charged, brave, indulgent in the best way move.

From the stainless steel of the kettle a small red person
in a big jacket regarded him. (102)

There's probably a whole book's worth of content to be written about how Carson uses the word regarded in this book. Let me know if you have particular thoughts on how gaze, image, etc (and in this example displacement/reflection thereof) are working in this book.

Who can a monster blame for being red? (104)

That's the fundamental moral and intellectual question of the book, maybe. I suppose all we can say for now is that the question of Geryon being red is similar to the question of the how time is like a harpoon from a few sections back: it's been thrown, and all we can say is that it will arrive.


Compound Subject Yoking

Unify a physical and a non-physical thing into a compound subject and then describe an action for that compound subject with a single verb that works in both the physical and non-physical senses (see: sweat and desire ran down).


Next week we'll be doing 4 parts instead of 3, as I kind of want to make sure we mostly wrap up this project by early August:

--Kiss, Fastforward
--Roof, Eyewitness


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Wednesday, July 8, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXX. Distances"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

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--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


Geryon goes out for a late dinner with the yellowbeard and a gaggle of philosophers, including one named Lazer with whom Geryon will consider a question that has vexed him: what is time made of? Lazer and Geryon somewhat settle on time being a matter of distances--variable, not totally interchangeable or communicable--between individuals. Geryon feels a kind of widening happiness and creates a photograph prominently featuring his wings.


What do we make of the wings?

The wings are indeed presented as literal ones (frequently I have students who assume for the first chunk of the novel that the wings are an elaborate metaphor for otherness, but as we move through the book that reading becomes increasingly impossible). Geryon generally seems comfortable existing in the world as some kind of odd winged being, but we will see at least a few instances complicating that later on.

Why do all of Geryon's emotional states seem so heightened? He rarely seems to have a normal experience in the world; everything from going out to supper with some odd philosophers to sitting on airplane acquires a kind of sublime dimension.

Many possible reasons: he's an artsy weirdo in terms of disposition; he likely has some kind of synaesthesia; he's a gayboy; he's young (and thus everything is dramatic and intense); he's experienced a variety of traumas; he's a character designed to through our normal understanding of emotional range into doubt through mythic elevation.


"What is time made of?" is a question that had long exercised Geryon. (93)

Obviously the verb exercised here is the charming, luminous bit; we might think of a question as a type of philosophical exercise, a ground or basis for practice, but rarely do we see the agency posed like this. It isn't that Geryon mulls over a thing to tease out an answer but rather that he finds himself being put into action or practice by the question itself.

The yellowbeard rode proudly at the front
like a gaucho leading his infernal band
over the pampas. (93)

I love the lush, lurid, strange intensity to the descriptions of the yellowbeard, cast here as in literally hellish terms. But despite this Geryon does seem to have some affection for members of the infernal band by the end (or at least Lazer).

The pimiento stung his mouth alive like sudden sunset. (94)

Sharp economy to this. Note how alive and sudden sunset are worked in so seamlessly (not made his mouth feel alive, not like a sudden sunset, or any other such construction).

Geryon who felt himself starting
to slide off the surface of the room
like an olive off a plate. When the plate attained an angle of thirty degrees
he would vanish into his own blankness. (95)

The tonal juxtapositions here are great; our dear gayboy protagonist is having some kind of reverie at best and quasi-disassociating at worst and the whole ordeal is rendered for us in terms of an olive plate achieving theoretical angles.

I am a philosopher of sandwiches, he decided. (97)

The greatest of life aspirations. The casual, laconic, good-natured thought reminds me a little bit of Diogenes asking Alexander to stop blocking the sun.

And for a moment the frailest leaves of life contained him in a widening happiness. (97)

There's something rather pleasing about seeing Geryon, even for a brief and highly qualified moment, approaching happy, isn't there? Frailest leaves of life is an obviously appealing bit of alliteration, but I also like how the happiness is given in external terms. Widening happiness doesn't spring up within Geryon but rather he finds himself contained in it. A nice reminder that the tendency to describe emotions entirely as internal wellsprings is a very modern conceit; the ancients likely would not have had any issues rendering emotional states in external or projected terms.

The fantastic fingerwork of his wings is outspread on the bed like a black lace
map of South America. (97)

Strong imagery, made all the stronger by the relative sparsity with which Carson directly describes the most notable feature Geryon has: his wings (as I mentioned earlier, many of students think them metaphoric at first).


Verb Switcheroo (Again)

Describe an agent performing an action, then rewrite it such that the typical relationship between the verb and the agent is somehow complicated, reversed, or inverted (see: the question exercised Geryon). This works better with more abstract or metaphorical actions, probably; not sure it has quite the same impact if you attempt basic scene-work with it.

Exterior Emotions

Describe a character having a strong emotional experience through figurative language which locates the emotion outside the character proper (see: Geryon contained in widening happiness).



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Tuesday, July 7, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXVII. Skepticism"; "XXIX. Slopes"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

Please see here for previous installments of Syntax Club; feel free to post comments and thoughts and sentences you love here on the site or Twitter; if you try an exercise feel free to Tweet some of your results using the #SyntaxClub tag.


--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


While in Buenos Aires Geryon finds himself thrust into contact with a somewhat unpleasant philosopher known as the yellowbeard; Geryon attends a conference on skepticism with the yellowbeard, which serves as an occasion for some loose, fragmented work on Carson's part re: the Stoics, time, and the correct human disposition to being in the world.


How much does the philosophizing stuff matter throughout this book? Do I need to look up skepticism and stoicism or whatever?

I would generally say that when reading an Anne Carson book the philosophical or philological or etc content matters as much or as a little as you want it to; I have enough of a background in some of this stuff to understand that she isn't full of shit & that serious synthetic meaning can be parsed from it, but also I find (to borrow an expression from a colleague of mine) her approach to be "demandingly broad" at times. Chew it over and dive down rabbit holes if you want to, but also I don't think it will make much of a difference re: the experience and value of the text itself if you don't.


Buenos Aires was blurring into dawn. (85)

Love the careful work with the verb blurring here, especially when paired with dawn (normally a site of clarity, so interesting to see it paired so here).

The yellowbeard had already taken hold of the chair. (85)

Identifying this character strictly as the yellowbeard both emphasizes the awkwardness Geryon experiences with regards to the man's appearance & renders the philosopher in classical-adjective-epithet-stuff: he becomes co-extensive with his physical trait (as the classical Geryon does with Red Stuff).

The gas-white winter sky
came down like a gag on Buenos Aires. (87)

Gas-white winter is a nice little bit of alliteration, and the sudden enjambed violence of the gag descending in the rejet is lovely.

the whales afloat
in the moonless tank where their tails touched the wall--as alive as he was
on their side
of the terrible slopes of time. (90)

The use of the em-dash as a kind of balance or pivot is a strategy I adore, though I understand many people absolutely hate it. Additionally, terrible slopes of time is both sonically pleasing and a nice way of succinctly describing the kind of horror that comes with thinking about being a body in time too much.

It was the hour when snow goes blue 
and streetlights come on and a hare may
pause on the tree line as still as a word in a book. (91)

Goes blue is a fun choice for this work, given the concern with Other Colors As States Of Being, but I also like the elongation and wide sense of descriptive and figurative movement in this sentence.

the yellowbeard strode up and down
his kingdom of seriousness bordered by strong words, maintaining belief
in man's original greatness--
or was he denying it? (92)

Kingdom of seriousness bordered by strong words is an excellent way of describing academic conference pretension, no?


Physical Characteristic as Character Identification

We have done a few exercises similar to this before, but repetition is good for the soul. Take a physical characteristic and use it in a noun form as the exlcusive identifier for a character or agent in a scene (see: the yellowbeard, whose yellow beard becomes his identity to Geryon).

The remainder of this week, in 2 parts:


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Thursday, July 2, 2020

Syntax Club: "XVII. Mitwelt"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

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--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


We get our first view of the adult Geryon hanging out in Buenos Aires, as well as more details about Geryon's life: he studies German philosophy, seems to have a fondness for Heidigger, maintains contact with his brother, finds travel a little bit stressful and alienating, and struggles with how the blank desertion of his own mind (i.e., his inability to render his experience of the world in terms comprehensible to others, I think) might mean that he was mad.


What is a Mitwelt?

"in the thought of German philosopher Martin Heidegger (1889–1976), that aspect of Dasein (being-in-the-world) that is constituted by a person’s relationships and interactions with other people. It was introduced into psychology by Swiss existentialist psychologist Ludwig Binswanger (1881–1966). Compare Eigenwelt; Umwelt. [German, literally: “with world”]"

So...we're gonna have to talk about Heidegger?

We probably need to have at least a peripheral awareness of the fact that Heidegger and time play a role in this text, though I will admit it is not a role I have a full grasp on. There is a box inside my head labelled "Incomprehensible German Mysticism", and for a long time I placed both Heidegger and Hegel in this box; it was only through the patient and kind and tireless efforts of Dr. Dennis Sepper, an excellent instructor I once had at the University of Dallas, that I began to accept that Heidegger is a serious thing worth serious study (Hegel I am still not so sure about). Despite all that, I will quickly find myself hopelessly out of my league if I attempt Super Serious Heidegger Analysis, but I can put together some loose resources and notes if it is helpful to our readers.

Mitwelt, at least, seems approachable--the fact is that Geryon's being-in-the-world, in terms of his relationships and interactions with others, is wildly atypical, and worth keeping a close eye on as we move through the remainder of the text. Notice here how his internal world is both strained (fears that writing in German rather than Spanish might be illegal, though the waiter will merely approach to ask if he wants another drink in English) and illegible to others (not only is his likely synaesthesia, seen via the burning roses incident, strange, but also the poetic-mythic dimension; I don't think Geryon's alienation is only a function of his sensory experiences, but also the odd, shifting valves of internal and external inside his pysche--in some ways it feels like he might be the only one in this world to have an "ancient", "enchanted" understanding of what it means to be in the world).

The scraps of German we see in these sections are interesting too; I don't know either Heidegger's philosophical vocabulary well enough or any German at all to comment on them in a rigorous manner, but some cursory googling indicates that the first is something along the lines of "they are what they do" or "they are that which operates" (reminds me of Aristotle's notions of character: you are what you habitually do), the second "for/to lost hearing".

What's up with Geryon's brother?

Yeah, this is a complicated relationship to trauma, definitely (though the text steadfastly refuses to directly harness the language of abuse: it was given as an economy of sex). Geryon quite sincerely seems to want to stay in-touch with his brother (i.e., we don't get the sense that his adult brother directly coerces Geryon into sending postcards), but the figure of the brother definitely looms darkly large in some of the later sections. I'll be very curious to hear what people think as we move through the text.


There is no person without a world. (82)

The return of the aphoristic statement, and an excellent rejoinder to any and all debates on the personal essay! Person does not exist separate from world; being-in-the-world is contingent upon contexts, dependencies, relations, interactions; thus the essay, the act of unspooling the mind to be co-extensive with the work on the page must also be an act of robust engagement with the world itself--we might say "so there's no such thing as a clean-cut Cartesian or Kantian self", if we want to be expansive but sloppy undergraduates about it; more seriously, a reminder there's nothing special about an essayist per se--it's what we write with, in, and to the world we occupy.

The red monster sat a corner table of Cafe Mitwelt (82)

Much more straightforwardly, opening the meat of this section by identifying Geryon as the red monster in such close context to person above subtly but powerfully emphasizes his odd, distinctive qualities.

A cold spray
of fear shot across his lungs. (83)

Cold spray is nice, compact, powerful, as is shot--notice how this stark sensation is rendered in a sentence almost entirely monosyllabic.

They stood up straight and pure on the stalk, gripping the dark like prophets
and howling colossal intimacies. (84)

Howling colossal intimacies is fantastic, both in that it seems absurd (we generally think of intimacy as small, quiet, etc) but also accurate (surely we all have small textures to interpersonal life that loom large, no?)

He moved off into the tragicomedy of the crowd. (84)

Carson smoothly and effectively nestles some prepositions (into; of) on top of each other to drop a metaphorical or emotional movement (moving into the tragicomedy) into a literal or physical one (moving into the crowd). This read-through has given me a much greater appreciation for how she layers into the literal/physical things that other authors might treat separately, expounding on them after the action itself is described.


Prepositions & Movement

Stack or juxtapose prepositions such that an emotional or metaphoric action occurs within a syntactic unit describing a literal or physical action (see: moved off into the tragicomedy of the crowd).

Heidegger Ahoy!

Browse around the internet and familiarize yourself with some concept associated with Heidegger's work. Attempt to incorporate some aspect of that concept into a lyric or essayistic passage. Wait until the next day. Drink 2-5 glasses of brandy (depending on personal need--essayists vary wildly in disposition & experience), wait 60 minutes, and then write a different lyric or essayistic passage incorporating that same Heideggerian concept. Wait until the next day. Place the two passages side-by-side, and see which makes more sense (probably the brandy-borne one). This is not a serious exercise suggestion, but if you do try it please let me know how it goes.

Next Week, in 3 parts:
--Skepticism & Slopes


Will Slattery helps curate things here on Essay Daily. He tweets on occasion: @wjaslattery.

Wednesday, July 1, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXV. Tunnel"; "XXVI. Aeroplane"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

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--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


A now adult Geryon, one who seems more sure of himself & perhaps farther removed from the combination trainwreck-spectacle of his relationship with Herakles, talks to his mother before preparing to leave for a trip to Buenos Aires; en route via airplane to South America Geryon finds himself considering a new subject: time, and how a person moves through it.


I notice you don't pull many sentences from the dialog sections--is that deliberate?

Not per se, though it may still be revealing. Apart from the areas where the fragmentation serves as a kind of naturalistic patterning I'm not 100% sure how best to approach the unique sytactic features of the dialog, even though they are often quite distinctive (see: Herakles' grandmother talking about Woolf, Freud, et al.) Interesting though that the dialog often feels less distinctively "characterized" or "particularized" than in a "normal" novel (setting aside the ramblings of the grandmother, could you pick out the speaker of any given line based on style rather than content?). Which is to say that all the various dialog is kind of another vocal register for Carson, or the Organizing Force of the Text, or etc. (This isn't especially novel in terms of literary history, nor is it "bad dialog", although it might fly in the face of a lot contemporary realism; the idea of vocally particularized dialog serving as a means of psychological characterization above all else is actually the historical novelty here).

Isn't this project at least in part about "essayistic" aspects? What happened to that?

We'll see more of that stuff in the South America sections, I promise, I'm really not trying to fob it off; we'll start to get much more thinking-on-the-page about interiority and time and all that fun stuff soon.


He knew who it was even though, now that he was twenty-two and lived
on the mainland, he spoke to her
usually on Saturday mornings. (76)

Setting into a regular pattern of calls with the parents, and being able to intuitively anticipate deviations from it--is there a better way of indicating a shift from a certain kind of middle-class adolescence to a certain kind of middle-class early adulthood? The enjambment set up in the first line is interesting too: he was twenty-two and lived sets us up to see that Geryon is different, possibly happier now, before the rejet (i.e., the part on the next line which completes the clause or phrase) on the mainland gives us additional physical information (and of course, the fact that Geryon lived on the mainland probably expanded the sense in which he was able to live).

Sidebar: they are in NotQuiteCanada, yeah? The text never specifies, but given that you can drive there from America (Herakles takes a bus from New Mexico), the brother plays hockey, and American currency on the beach feels foreign (why else would it have specified an American dollar bill?) we must be in Mythic, Canada-ish territory.

Something about riding boldly into nullity. (77)

Something very pleasing about the juxtaposition & contrast of the adverb boldly and the abstracted prepositional object nullity.

As the aeroplane moved over the frozen white flatland of the clouds Geryon left
his life behind like a weak season. (78)

Frozen white flatland is lush & gorgeous, and I adore how it inverts typical connotations (the clouds the plane moves through would normally sit in opposition to land, after all). As with the first example from this section, Carson is using literal information (where he now lives/the fact that he is moving through the air) to communicate additional information about the broader contours of his life.

Now leaning forward to peer out the little oblong window where icy cloudlight
drilled his eyes
he wished he had stayed to see it go free. (78)

Cloudlight is another great example of Carson's kenning-like coinages, and I love the unexpected verb choice of drilled. The it here is a dog he remembers--is this our only reference to the dog in the novel-in-verse itself?

How people get power over one another,
this mystery. (79)

A fascinating fragment, nice and mysterious (ha) in structure.

Outside a bitten moon rode fast over a tableland of snow. Staring at the vast black
and silver nonworld moving
and not moving incomprehensibly past this dangling fragment of humans
he felt its indifference roar over
his brain box. (80-81)

Tableland and nonworld continue to show off Carson's propensity for smashing words together, but I also appreciate the sheer amount of movement in these two sentences.

A moves through time. it means nothing except that,
like a harpoon, once thrown he will arrive. (81)

What is Geryon being thrown towards? Guess we will find out soon!


Coinage (Again)

We've done variations of this before, but it might be worth repeating. Combine two (or more words) into a new form (see: tableland, nonworld, cloudlight). Bonus points if you can combine in a way that alters or inverts broader connotations (see: the flatland of the clouds).

Tomorrow, assuming I don't blow up the blog again, we will attempt "Mitwelt"


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Wednesday, June 24, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXIV. Freedom"

Due to a technical snafu involving Blogger's auto-save features (ok, one part a technical snafu, one part me having too many tabs open and inadvertently trying to compose a new post on top of an old one), the prior incarnation of this post wound up getting accidentally replaced with a blank page. What follows is an expanded re-working, though not exactly the same content (important life lesson: don't compose things directly in Blogger!).

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

Please see here for previous installments of Syntax Club; feel free to post comments and thoughts and sentences you love here on the site or Twitter; if you try an exercise feel free to Tweet some of your results using the #SyntaxClub tag.


--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


In the wake of his breakup with Herakles, Geryon begins work at a somewhat boring archive job; Geryon continues to experiment with photography; Herakles drops a call to Geryon, ensuring our young gayboy protagonist that what he truly needs is freedom; despite his increasing awareness of the relative awfulness of Herakles Geryon continues to find himself transfixed by the boy.

Herakles is...sort of a lot, isn't he?

Very much so! Herakles is most certainly a tiresome lad. If we can draw perhaps one life lesson from this text, it might be something like "don't seduce someone younger than you, encourage them to abscond from their life to your hometown, unceremoniously dump them, and then phone them up a while later to state that freedom is what I want for you."

What role does freedom play in all of this?

It seems like that might be a major thing, given that Carson chose it as the title for this section (one of the longer, more memorable, more charged ones), yeah? The question of how Geryon is or isn't free is an interesting one; Geryon seems aware of his death/demise (and that Herakles' might play a role in it) from a very young age--recall that addition he made to the story in his composition journal as a young boy. And in the Stesichoros-Red-Meat sections we saw that his mother had a pre-existing knowledge of his demise, as did the Olympian gods, which is to say that all of this is fated, maybe. But worth considering as well that the ancients had a slightly different notion of freedom than we do, and that might open up some new avenues of thought. If we think about Plato, for instance, we get a sense of freedom slightly less concerned with political and inter-personal behavior (our general reference points for freedom as English-readers probably living in Western liberal democracies). "Freedom of an agent from impediments to a goal," yes, but also "the rule of reason over the soul unimpeded by desires." What goals/ends is Geryon set towards, and what foundational factors are advancing/impeding that? And what exactly is Geryon's soul--and what impedes it? Might be interesting to think about the myriad ways Geryon is othered/rendered monstrous here (artist, gayboy, shitty abusive brother, weird conception of internal and external, likely synaesthete, literal wings, etc). Of course, this is a very tentative line of analysis--Plato isn't the only ancient reference point for freedom, and furthermore Plato is further removed from Stesichoros than we are from the American Civil War, so we probably shouldn't lean too heavily on a strict reading.


Geryon's life entered a numb time, caught between the tongue and the taste. (72)

A nice alliterative pairing, and I also appreciate the light assonance of numb and tongue. Caught is an interesting verb choice too--nothing can quite literally be caught between the tongue and the taste (whether it mean taste as in morsel or as in sensation), but it works well here because it reinforces both the awkward stilted-ness of this time in Geryon's life and his odd sensory experience of the world.

The documents
had a forlorn austerity,
tall and hushed in their ranges as veterans of a forgotten war. (72)

Forlorn austerity is a bold choice--if this were an MFA workshop people would write it off as overwrought, juvenile, teenaged--but I think it works well here; I also find myself intrigued by the pivot or movement accomplished by in their ranges, which transforms the shelving system into a martial image.

A yellowing 5x7 index card
scotch-taped below each button said EXTINGUISH LIGHT WHEN NOT IN USE.
Geryon went flickering
through the ranges like a bit of mercury flipping the switches on and off. (72)

So much to love here! Consider flickering. As a verb, this continues the sense of the previous, literal image (the index card with EXTINGUISH): the lights that need extinguished when not in use probably flicker, yeah? But attributing that particular action to Geryon allows Carson to maintain the memory of that literal, physical register (the crappy lights in the library) through the action--the quick, slight, movement of a teenager in that environment flipping the switches off. But flickering also lets her pivot mid-sentence to a simile which gets at not only Geryon's physical actions but also his emotional, mental, developmental, existential status: a bit of mercury. The verb can serve simultaneously as a link and a pivot, allowing Carson to maintain a steady register relating to the physical actions in a specific scene while also dropping in a dense metaphor to gesture at Geryon's broader state.

His mother reached out
a hand to touch his head but he ducked sideways (73)

Well characterized teenage behavior, I think. Very few adults would duck sideways to avoid being touched--we might lean back, or reach out a hand to stop somebody. Ducking along a parallel axis neatly encapsulates the sprawling energy of an adolescent body in the world.

Herakles' voice went bouncing through Geryon on hot gold springs. (73)

Hot gold springs are what drew me to this one. We can tell from the general narrative that Geryon undoubtedly finds Herakles "hot" in a general sense, but we also get the feeling that Herakles is some kind of jock-twink-hybrid curly-haired blond Adonis yeah? Precisely the sort a young sensitive gayboy like Geryin would find to be an all-encompassing, feel-it-in-parts-of-your-abdomen-you-didn't-know-you-had kind of hot. But Caron actually avoids direct physical characterization of Herakles throughout the work, generally--we get this knowledge through a kind of associative characterization. Gold springs, although used here as part of a metaphor for an emotional experience, indirectly communicates information about Herakles' likely appearance. It might seem silly to spend this much time thinking about this sort of effect, but then again this is a work about adjectives...

{NB: heterosexual readers, if you are unfamiliar with the word "twink" please use extreme caution when Googling}

Don't want to be free want to be with you. Beaten but alert Geryon organized
all his inside force to suppress this remark. (74)

The first sentence is a straightforward example of how authors use sentence fragmentation to convey the patterns of internal thought (this is a very old technique). The second I found interesting for the somewhat atypical placement of beaten but alert, which lacks the typical connective tissue (punctuation or conjunctive something or other) one would use to include that information).

He saw the doorway
the house the night the world and
on the other side of the world somewhere Herakles laughing drinking getting
into a car and Geryon's
whole body formed one arch of a cry--upcast to that custom, the human custom
of wrong love. (75)

The use of asyndeton (deliberate avoidance of conjunctions) in the first few lines does a neat job of showing Geryon's train of thought; the repetition of the, absent anything else to join these nouns emphasizes the painful rumination of our sad teenaged Geryon. The asyndeton with Herakles laughing drinking getting into a car does similar work (and note the implications achieved with that enjambment--exactly what Herakles is getting is thrown up in the air for a few moments). I especially love the last two lines. Upcast is such an interesting choice, and parsing out the senses of it give us a variety of meanings: Geryon literally arching bodily upwards in emotional pain; his metaphorical (or literal) cry thrown upwards; and Geryon's story (and his pain) being thrown up into a different or new light: a mythic light, an archaic light--didn't Stesichoros undo the latches holding things in Homeric fixity and let adjectives float up, after all? And of course that final appositive is a killer way of drawing out emphasis, especially because Carson withholds the meaningful semantic portions from the initial noun the appositive modifies (we don't know what custom until it gets reiterated, renamed as the human custom of wrong love).


Associative Characterization

Indirectly communicate physical information about a character, scene, or object by accumulating related connotations in metaphors relating to that character, scene, or object (see: how get the sense that Herakles is likely a blond Adonis type via things like hot gold springs).


Use a verb to extend the range or scope of a physical action or scene (see: how we get a note about extinguishing the lights and then Geryon flickering down the hall to turn them off.) Use that same verb to work in, mid-sentence, a metaphor or simile which works in the established range/scope but also pivots to communicate new information about a new dimension (see: a bit of mercury, which relates not only to Geryon's physical movement but to many other things as well).

Tomorrow, assuming I don't blow up the blog again, we do "Tunnel" and "Aeroplane."


Will Slattery helps curate things here on Essay Daily. He tweets on occasion: @wjaslattery.

Thursday, June 18, 2020

Syntax Club: "XXII. Fruit Bowl"; "XXIII. Water"

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

Please see here for previous installments of Syntax Club; feel free to post comments and thoughts and sentences you love here on the site or Twitter; if you try an exercise feel free to Tweet some of your results using the #SyntaxClub tag.


--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


Geryon returns home after being semi-brutally dumped by Herakles; Geryon reunites with his mother in a complex scene of mutual empathy and intimacy--they regard each other; we get new that Geryon's brother has a new set of struggles (i.e., drugs); Geryon wails and mourns his lost relationship under the raw force of rain before performing one of his first "mature" artistic acts--the taking of a long-exposure photograph of a fly drowning in water.


We start to see a more serious, dedicated, conscious move towards an artistic avocation on the part of Geryon here. Should we interpret his split with Herakles as foundational to his future trajectory?

I don't know that it is the foundation, but it certainly seems to be a foundation. Will be interesting to track Geryon's sense of self and sense of art in relation to the specter of Herakles once he's an adult.

What's up with these long exposure shots, and how does it relate back to Geryon's experience of time?

I don't pretend to have a full grasp on everything going on with time in this book (especially once we get to some of the later sections which start to name-drop Heidegger), but it seems interesting that Geryon's early forays involve screwing with exposure, i.e., with time. We get a fly rendered weird around the wings as it drowns in water: obviously there's some self-insert action going on here, given Geryon's own sense of emotional drowning and his own wings. Interesting too that he chooses to render it not incomprehensibly (we can tell it is a fly) but strangely (agitation of light around the wings). Not dissimilar to what Stesichoros did with adjectives, no? There's some movement here about photography & time as a way of thinking about adjectives and registers/modes/latches of being (think back to the epic fixity of Homer and compare with archaic and fast self, maybe).

Have you given up on the whole ~essayistic~ angle to this, Will?

Not precisely, but I've shifted focus for these sections a bit, mostly because this middle adolescence bit is one of the least essayistic parts. We'll see more essayistic thinking in the adult sections, and I'll probably do a book-wide recap towards the end. Also, I don't actually care about genre distinctions very much at this point.

Geryon had meant
to slide past the name coolly
but such a cloud of agony poured up his soul he couldn't remember
what he was saying.
He sat forward. She exhaled. (68)

Much to like about this passage: the alliteration, the assonance, the strange structure of agony poured up his soul he couldn't remember (what's the relationship between poured up and soul? an implicit in? or is something else going on?), the variation in sentence length (very long & heavily enjambed-> short -> even shorter).

She regarded him through smoke. (68)

Regarded is an excellent verb choice for a number of reasons (unexpected, uncommon, thrusts us back into questions of viewing, distance, and intimacy), and Carson makes use of this verb pretty often throughout the book. Worth keeping an eye out for, maybe.

He forgot for a moment that he was a brokenheart (70)

Brokenheart is another of Carson's excellent, novel compoundings/kennings/whatever we want to call them. Takes a noun + adjective (broken heart) or an adjective (brokenhearted) and renders it as a single object.

Sick lurch
downward to Geryon trapped in his own bad apple. (70)

Bad apple--what a wonderful, playful strangeness to the description in this book.

Wind rushed over the ground like a sea and battered up
into the corners of the buildings,
garbage cans went dashing down the alley after their souls. (70-71)

A strong example of an appealing long sentence, and interesting too to use a simile to convert one force of nature (wind) into another (sea). Notice too Carson's willingness to move far and fast in a single sentence--after the simile is well established we get garbage cans following after souls.


Natural Conversion

Take one element of nature, preferably one frequently used in metaphors (see: wind) and use some figurative element to render it in terms of another natural element (see: like a sea). Extend the conceit if you can (see: battered, a verb more frequently applied to sea than the original subject wind).


Next week let's aim for:
Tuesday: "Freedom"
Wednesday:"Tunnel" & "Aeroplane"
Thursday: "Mitwelt" & "Skepticism"


Will Slattery helps curate things here on Essay Daily. He tweets on occasion: @wjaslattery

Wednesday, June 17, 2020

Syntax Club: "XX. AA"; "XXI. Memory Burn"

Thanks to our readers for their patience and understanding with the shifting schedule for this project; I found it necessary to take a break from writing and thinking primarily about this book, given the ongoing struggle for justice we've seen over the past weeks. I hope that you are all well during these times, and I hope that you are able to work towards justice in your own communities as circumstances best allow. I plan to return to regularly posting 2-3 times a week again from here on out.

Syntax Club: Autobiography of Red

Please see here for previous installments of Syntax Club; feel free to post comments and thoughts and sentences you love here on the site or Twitter; if you try an exercise feel free to Tweet some of your results using the #SyntaxClub tag.


--How is this work essayistic, or possibly of value to essayists?
--What is distinctive, noteworthy, excellent, or interesting about the sentences in this work?


Geryon finally sees the volcano up close--and it silences him--but this experience is somewhat complicated by his lapsing in and out of a dreamy liminal state: the boy's intake and outtake valves seem to be acting up at times, no? Herkales and Geryon also argue about the ways in which photography is a way of playing with perceptual relationships, and Geryon continues to find himself stricken by the long-exposure photograph from previous sections.


Is this book setting up some kind of relationship between the discipline of photography & the discipline of syntax?
Yeah, it's interesting to think about how the long-exposure photo might be doing something similar to what Stesichoros did with syntax--throwing up the latches of being, altering the stable Homeric notion of adjectives, etc. Probably worth tracking this a little more closely once we see a slightly older Geryon attempting more photography of his own.

What's up with Geryon's dreamy fits? He frequently seems to be stuck bouncing between conscious and unconscious.
Probably this renders him different/alien/other/monstrous, in a way, but it also contributes to the internal-external-VOLCANO conceit we have going on in the text. I will be honest that I don't totally have a full grasp on all the contours of Geryon's way of experiencing the world (we are very, very different categories of gayboy).


The other two were talking about feminism then life in Hades then unstable bitumen
or was that from Britannica? (63)

A very simple and straightforward form of elongation; Carson extends the sentence, almost to the point of strain, by tacking on phrase after phrase with then; the effect ultimately mirrors the out-of-it kinda sleepy kinda dreamy kinda odd mental state Geryon finds himself in so frequently by linking up the syntactic logic with his (presumably scattered, choppy) internal thinking in the scene itself.

The world had gone black and bulbous. (63)

Love both the alliteration and the powerful, blunt, guileless use of had gone to introduce the adjectives; such a stark introduction for them is fitting given that we are thinking about adjectives-as-latches-of-being, as indicators of metaphysical states, no?

Most volcanic rock is basalt.
If it is dark and blocky that means very little silica in the composition (so the Encyclopedia Britannica).
Very little silica in the composition,
said Geryon as he climbed out. Then the rock silenced him.
It pitched away on all sides
utterly blank except for one crazed blackish unit of intraplate light
bouncing from rock to rock
as if looking for lost kin. (63)

The register shifts and mixes here are interesting: we start out very geologic, encyclopedic, and then switch to mad, sweeping imagery (rock silenced him; blank except for one crazed blackish unit) but we don't totally abandon the scientific register (intraplate).

caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn. (64)

Love how the simile attempts to materialize a fundamentally immaterial thing: handful of autumn. Materializing the immaterial--maybe that's what poetry is, anyways.

Just a memory burn! (65)

Something about the phrase memory burn is quite enchanting: the wry sarcasm in context, the use of memory as an adjective, the huge range of interpretive possibility available if we think about it in contexts broader than their argument about stars.

Geryon was standing in front of her
and he lifted her towards him like snow. (67)

Lifted her towards him like snow is maybe a little bit more "real" than handful of autumn (you can lift a handful or a shovel of snow), but seems to be similar work here. I dig it either way.



Take something fundamentally immaterial and pair it with a fundamentally physical verb in a simile, metaphor, extended conceit, etc. Bonus points if you do so with seasons or the natural world, as in our above examples. See: caught her other arm, it was like a handful of autumn.


Tomorrow let's aim for "Fruit Bowl" and "Water".


Will Slattery helps curate things here on Essay Daily. He tweets on occasion: @wjaslattery

Monday, June 15, 2020

On John Prine

When John Prine died on April 7, 2020 of Covid-related complications, he left a deep and wide gap in the American consciousness. In his memory, Essay Daily invited some folks to think on, write about, and discuss some of their favorite lines from his sung mythology.

Bob Cowser: I always loved Prine’s noodling with language, and the poetry he made of common speech.  But what really speaks to me is the genuine nostalgia.  "I really love America. I just don't know how to get there anymore,” Prine said in one of his last interviews.  His songs take us back to an America we (think) we recognize or remember. The heart and humor and resistance in his music are things he carries forward from what he’d listened to as a child, on the radio and around the dinner table.

Jennifer Bottom Sobecki: Muhlenberg Co. was right next to the county I was raised in Ky. One summer in college I worked for KY Fish & Wildlife. We worked a lot in the reclaimed mine lands in Muhlenberg Co. I did see the “world’s largest shovel” as we drove through the mine lands. There were many new lakes created in the reclamation process and since it was Fish & Wildlife property we got to name the lakes. So now there is an 80 acre lake near Paradise, Ky named Bottom Lake! It has a deep oxygenated layer so trout are stocked there. Some of my co-workers wanted to name it “Ass Hole” but I vetoed that!

Cathy Barber: This is another of my favorites among John’s songs. One of my cousins, who lived in West Virginia, owned a strip mining company there. You can imagine we were on opposite sides of the political divide. The lines that Bob quotes above really hit me...that paradox of loving America, of feeling genuine nostalgia and heartache, fear for the loss of what we love.

Melanie Bishop: "Genuine nostalgia" nails it. This song mourns everything we've lost, different for each person. My father was raised in rural Virginia and his parents picked tobacco. He loved this song. If he and my brother have a favorite John Prine song, this is it. Our family sings this one like it's our anthem. This one meant more to me after John died. When I die let my ashes float down the Green River. I hope he's all the way to Paradise by now.

Marla Porter: I don’t yet know the limits of happiness in love. I hope I never find out. But I know you learn weird stuff about your lover. Mine writes down everything he buys. He can literally tell me how many cans of black beans we’ve eaten together. He wears only boxers in the house and refers to this as his “natural state.” When the cat gets too close to his face at night, he moves his pillow to the foot of the bed to escape her. But when you have love, even the weird stuff feels like a big door prize.

Melanie: This inventory of your love is just gorgeous. The big door prize. Damn straight.

Maggie Karrs: Death is one of those Big (capital b) ideas. When John Prine sings about death in “When I Get to Heaven”, he does it in his usual fashion, by taking the pieces of a difficult concept and making them resonant while also painting them in bright, comical colors. The idea of greeting all our loved ones after we die, giving and receiving forgiveness, and drinking “a cocktail, vodka and ginger ale,” makes me want to laugh, cry, and sing along at the top of my lungs, as John Prine songs tend to do.

Melanie: "Bright, comical colors." I love Prine's ability to cut right to the heart of a matter, and pair that with something light or funny, sweet or sarcastic. He bridges the emotions with lines like "...we found ourselves in Canada, trying to save our marriage, or perhaps, catch a few fish, whichever seemed easier." You have the ailing marriage, on the one hand, but in the other hand, there's the fishing pole. Or the spatula turning the sausages, sizzlin' on the grill.

Cathy: “Hello In There”—one of the most heartbreaking songs ever written. By a mailman, or as we now say, letter carrier, who probably met old, lonely people on his route, people who met him at the door for the mail: just bills and requests for money for the church and the hungry. If he hadn’t been discovered, he might have kept on walking, kept on dropping envelopes through slots. How many letter carriers, Uber drivers, landscapers have unknown talents? Don’t we all? Hello in there, hello.

Jessica Handler: “Hello in There” never fails to reduce me to tears, for very much the reasons that Cathy points out. Who might have been the people Prine met on his mail route, and what are the unknown stories, the unheard voices of so many people around us lost to age and loneliness.

Lee Anne Gallaway-Mitchell: Both my dad and his mother (my Granny) worked for the post office. My grandmother was a rural mail carrier who drove all over the county and into the next delivering letters and bills and packages to farmers and their families. I’m reminded through Prine’s words how quickly a person’s life can turn, how the fortunes of a family vacillate, how suddenly people come and go.

Melanie:  A memory: I'm 16 or 17, in the grocery store with my older sister, Laurel, produce aisle. There's an old man next to us, and I say hi and he says a warm hi back. A minute later, out of earshot, Laurel says,  "Do you know that man?" "No," I tell her. "Just saying hello in there." Prine taught me that, and I've never stopped doing it. One day I'll be the old person with the "hollow, ancient eyes." Please don't just pass 'em by and stare, as if you didn't care, say hello in there, hello.

Lee Anne: My dad came back from Vietnam in 71. He died in 2018. The war made him sick. Agent Orange. PTS. It’s a story I tell often. I’ll tell it the rest of my life. The child singing his daddy's war tells that story forever now, too. Yet, dad had a good life, fought to escape Sam Stone's fate. The pain remained; even now it's a ghost. I saw Prine play after dad died. There it was: my dad's despair & troubled faith, his belief in mercy & his merciless work ethic. His love. Grief revisiting me in song.

Melanie: "Grief revisiting me in song." My love of John Prine is so enmeshed with my love for my father. Prine may have been a mailman, and my father a PhD Psychologist, but spiritually, they were the same. My dad didn't have a hole in his arm, but there was alcohol. There was depression. There was a longing. These songs drop me into our family room in New Orleans, 1971, my father lying on the floor, his head in between the speakers. He was getting an infusion.

John Proctor: I don’t have that intense connection to my own personal and family narrative, and yet I’ve been singing this refrain for weeks since his death. I’ve even sought out covers, just so I could hear these words in other voices. I don’t know exactly what it is, but these two lines are like a good short story to me.

Lee Anne:  John Prine tells a story in an interview about how Johnny Cash couldn’t bring himself to sing the words about Jesus. That line must have made his mouth go dry, a line hard for a recovering addict to sing, that one could have faith yet no hope for redemption or recovery. That Prine’s gentleness could sit alongside such hard reckonings says so much about the dark depths he could reach as an artist.

Jessica: I am eighteen. I play an Ovation 12 string guitar. Looking back, I can’t imagine where it came from. How could I have paid for it? I know I loved it, spoke through it. I sing, Make me an angel, that flies from Montgomery. I have never been to Montgomery, although home is not-far-from-there Atlanta. I am in Boston. Forty-some years on, I can tell you that I hated it there. Call me homesick. Call me lost. Call me a freshman. I was a child, not yet grown old. My best friend and I harmonize. Thunder was desire. She imagines Bonnie Raitt’s arid voice, but I live in John Prine’s bitter, wise words.

Melanie: I had an Ovation, too. A boyfriend gave it to me. I didn't deserve it and never learned to properly play it, but I still have it. Angel from Montgomery is brilliant. If dreams were lightning, and thunder were desire, this old house would've burned down, a long time ago. Dreams and desire. Your lines, "Call me homesick. Call me lost," strike a chord with me.

Steve Adams: The thing about this song for me, as a straight guy from Texas who played guitar (and failed at lyric writing), was I could immediately sing the hell out of it. I still can. And Prine singing it himself (1st person lyrics, female POV, 1971) gave me permission years ago to not second guess myself over any gender aspects and just own what moved me, what spoke to me directly. You just feel it, and sing it, and that’s enough. And that’s the way he wrote. The mystery of a great song usually isn’t the individual lines - when you put them on the page as poetry they almost never hold up - it’s how the lines work nested in chords, and the way they ride the melody (and how the melody holds them up), and how a human voice can take hold of them and fly. It’s the way a phrase or an individual line can swell with meaning, understood or not by the singer, and give everyone listening in the room goosebumps. He was a master at this. His songs had room inside them, were generous, and we were welcome in there. I want someone to make me an angel that flies from Montgomery too. And I don’t have to understand what it means to feel it, and sing it like I know it.

Maggie: One of the big things about John Prine was that he could embody the subject of song, and he could let you embody them, too. You could be part of the older couple in “Hello In There”, the middle-aged woman in “Angel From Montgomery”, one of the kooky, crazy in love humans in “In Spite of Ourselves”. He lived and embodied all these different human experiences in his songs, and he lets us, as the listener, live in those experiences too, for the length of a song.

Steve: Yes. Maybe much of that (but not all, because there’s mystery here) is the storyteller aspect. A teacher of mine called stories “empathy machines,” and as some people mention above, a postman, especially one particularly tuned in to people, would be picking up stories every day.

Melanie:  "His songs had room inside them, were generous, and we were welcome in there." Amen.

Melanie: I was 14, Larry 16, Laurel 18, when Laurel brought the album home. New Orleans, 1971. It was the first music that belonged neither to the parents or the kids—we all claimed him. Prine looked at you from his bale of hay like he meant every word. My father, a quiet man, listened. He drank. Depression ran through his veins. Prine taught me: A hole in your arm can cost a lot. If shit isn’t going well for you, inside each of us, we have the key. Find that and use it—what you really think is right. 

John: Within a week of John Prine’s death, my best friend Andrew bought a guitar. He’d never really listened to Prine, but his mother had quoted “When I Get to Heaven” to my social media the day after he died. After a week of listening to Prine’s earliest work, Andrew texted me a picture of himself with his new guitar, saying, “Why didn’t you push him on me harder?!” I told him I’d assumed I didn’t need to. He was from Kentucky, after all. “John Prine was always my mom’s favorite,” he said, “And I never took musical cues from my parents.” Even after death, it’s never too late. 

Melanie: This is the only consolation for me as I reckon daily with the fact that he's gone: we have the music. We will always have that. What a thing to leave the world.


Bob Cowser is Professor of English at St. Lawrence University and author of 3 nonfiction books.

Originally from Beech Grove, Kentucky, Jennifer Bottom Sobecki lives in LaPorte with her family and works for the Indiana Department of Natural Resources.

Cathy Barber is a 2013 Vermont College of Fine Arts graduate in poetry, living in Cleveland Heights, Ohio.

Melanie Bishop is Faculty Emeritus at Prescott College in Arizona.

Jessica Handler is the author of The Magnetic Girl, winner of the 2020 Southern Book Prize.

Marla Porter is a California-based writer who is typically covered in pink fur and laying on a bed of unicorns and other fluff.

Maggie Karrs is a writer, whitewater guide, and Physical Therapy student living in Richmond, VA.

Raised on a farm in Texas and now living in Tucson, Lee Anne Gallaway-Mitchell writes about illness, caregiving, and war.

Steve Adams is a writing coach, editor, and Pushcart Prize winning author living in Dallas, Texas.

John Proctor currently lives, teaches, writes, and self-distances at Manhattanville College in Purchase, New York.