Saturday, July 10, 2010

Ed Baker's "DE:SIRE IS"

                                                          Chin Fay Ling

1 of 26 LIMITED EDITIONS signed and stamped by the author, DE:SIRE IS is a welcome addition to my personal library of the writings of American visual poet Ed Baker. This 12 page chapbook published by The Knives Forks and Spoons Press (Newton-Le-Willows in the UK) is unlike other Baker publications in that visuals (except for the Chin Fay Ling dancing image on cover & personal stamp) don't appear in the text, and the poems, untitled, printed in a light small serif font (almost too wispy for the page), are set in a long vertical (top-to-bottom) format that give the act of reading a scroll-like feel. The text is mostly left-justified with the exception of one smaller centered piece that concludes the work's first section.

Ed's written in my copy, "What's a phantasy?" beside a self-portrait, as if it were my own personal epigraph for the poetry ahead. Baker's stamp is another curious way to introduce himself: perhaps a distinctively Eastern take on the idea of authorial intention.The stamp (as Baker's told me in email correspondence) is a chop carved/made by artist Wink K. Leong in Portland, Oregon. Baker's Chinese name was given to him in 1973 by Angela Jung Palandri, a leading teacher/scholar at that time in Oriental Studies." The name reads", as Baker says, " P'ei Ai Te [that] translates to "Truth", "Love". Te is a "proper name" it is Chinese characters not Korean.... though Kanji is Kanji all around."

The work could be the first time (with its absence of Baker STONE GIRL visuals) the poet deals with a textuality of the page. Some simple typographical manipulations are alone sufficient to homage his Chin Fay Ling muse who is everywhere both inspiration and addressee. Textuality, yes, but without the usual lyrical void of much experimental writing today. DE:SIRE IS is a lyrical, narrative and minimalist work, seeming to unify a diversity of artistic modes in one dominant muse-figure; and spacing, ellipses and capitalization are among many possible ways to create verses that, far from problematizing, respectfully advance traditional contexts. The effect is not one of hybridity but homogeneity :

                                                                     desire is......

space   everything                                                                              to write into this
                                                                                                         is possibility  as

                                                                      BRUSH MIND

None of the cold, abstract verbal play for its own sake in which the image is substituted for conceptual experimentation. Poetry in Baker's hand (and poetry for him is a manual skill: artisanal, above all) is never ever overlaid with standard language tricks (flarfs & "mash ups") of contemporary Language poetics. Like all significant cultural expression his work comprises of real materials, stone, paint, wood and language and takes its place in a literary continuum from Blake to Oppen to Corman to Hidetaka Ohno: the result of a disciplined and finely tuned Eastern minimalist style (that I've discussed in previous Baker posts here). The materials here are so attuned to the work's general design and impetus that each line (whatever its syntactical status) can be read individually as haiku or as haiku-lines within a larger narrative:

nurture

woman in the moist  towards

who first speaks /embraces/ an erotic first

or speaks careful of what determines   -care

politics become her
nature

Baker's poetry never interrogates its practice and language (as it is fashionable to do these days): it is BRUSH MIND at work, apt metaphor for the artistic impetus of most of his productions as well as a description of the freeing & nomadic style of work. What makes it contemporary (particularly if Baker seen as growing out of a 70s literary period) is its refusal to limit itself strictly to genre: arguably even Baker's  minimalist poetry ("shorties" as he calls them), art, calligraphy, sculpture all derive from the same experimentalist period as L=A=N=G=U=A=G=E, the watershed New American Poets anthology, and Smithson's sculptures. Baker can play with sentences & mine new semantical fields with the best of them, refusing to let his meanings mesh too easily with spacing, punctuation & lineation, creating playful tensions instead: as in "around and dbls  doubles back up on becoming poe m   you set your/down/margins!"

But poetics won't intentionally try to undo poetry itself: there's too much respect for muse, materials and literary ground Baker walks on. There's too much literary sense. When Baker dropped out of writing years ago it was to work as a builder, the years in between serving to solidify an already developing sense of working with real tools, & building real things. A sense of the materiality of work that isn't the vacuous intellectual game that people like Silliman have turned it into.The result is that Baker's is always an art-affirming " yes  yes  yes" to the prevailing no to voice and authorial design. Lovely poetic artifacts (like "glass bowl", "fish's home") can never be subordinated to triteness: the center does hold (even in the age of Language disanalogy & disfigurement):

edge
towards
sun
night
becomes
moon

's black

circumference

dresses up
center

Here the pains to "reach out" can result in contact with a poetry and language. If the page reads down the whole text (like a scroll), a definite sort of textual artifice, it's still the flowing or parted hair of Baker's muse we're actually envisaging. This is the personalized "phantasy" Baker's invited me to read.And (as I've said) if visuals don't appear in this work, his Chin Fay Ling muse still foregrounds the work, completing an otherwise colourless canvas:

                                        what color
                                         demands
                                         demands
                                             she

                                         punctuate

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

for many eons I agonized over
attaching an "s" to that
(last) word: punctuate

however

did not want to reference that snake-with-it s-own- tail-in-it s- mouth making just another perfect enso/symbol...

besides the obfuscated /trite/hackneyed reference BACK to Eve-as-Naive Mythos, eh?

thanks as Blanchot has it:

"There is a work only when, through it, and with the violence of a beginning which is proper to it, the word 'being' is pronounced. The event occurs when the work becomes the intimacy between someone who writes it and someone who reads it. One might, then, wonder if solitude is the writer's risk, [...]."

came upon this quote out of Maurice Blanchot's

"The Space of Literature"

late last night...

adds a bit to the opening "violence" "a rat jumps" which in my hind-sight I see the piece did demand/

thanks, Kokkie-san

Conrad DiDiodato said...

Ed,

I think it works best without the 's', giving Chin Fay Ling the final artistic say, restoring power back to the muse from which contemporary poetics has unmercifully wrested it.