David
McLean Reviews Ten Poems/Ampersands
Ten Poems about East Asia and Kitsch Nebula Ampersands
and
by Ralph-Michael Chiaia
Coatalism Press 2008
Though Chiaia is an experimental writer, some of the
work here seems timeless, the poems about East Asia, like Lian Penang,
ending with the separate observation “An old Malay, he fishes”
and Kula Lumpur with the presence of religion in the two short verses
both ending “The Imam sings.” They are full of observation
that lets you feel the essence of the place, and a regret too, for
the violence and the decay of the ancient, the escape of traditional
values “How could Malaysia let it get away?” I can read
poems about the UK, where i lived the first 27 years of my life
and think, “Where is this place? Who are these people?.”
But in Chiaia's East Asia poems one believes one knows. The language
is elegant and English but smells like Asia.
The second half, “Kitsch Nebula Ampersands and”
is much weirder and heavier, it includes several conversations between
a person and a mushroom about access to said person's Central Nervous
System, and this is appropriate, these are hallucinatory poems but
full of acerbic wit, broad humor, and a certain exile's nostalgia
for the homeland that may or may not exist. There's a rude Ode to
Americans, an exquisite Ode to Ampersands, and, my favorite in this
second part, a brilliant two part Daiku (death haiku) that ends
butterfly slain here
beside raped caterpillar
commiserating
This is a book you need, it's great poetry, it's very
worth reading.
