About Mark Strand

’s Poetry Essay, Research Paper

Richard Howard

The poems tell one story and one story only: they narrate the

moment when Strand makes Rimbaud’s discovery, that je est un autre, that the self

is someone else, even something else; "The Mailman," "The Accident,"

"The Door," "The Tunnel," even "The Last Bus" with its

exotic Brazilian stage-properties, all recount the worst, realizing every apprehension,

relishing the things possible only in one’s wildest fantasies of victimization, and

then with a shriek as much of delight as of despair, fall upon the fact–

It will always be this way.

I stand here scared

that you will disappear,

scared that you will stay–

that the victimizer is, precisely, the self, and that the victim is the other, is

others.

[. . . .]

Strand is both nervous and morbid, and a consideration of finality is his constant

project, sustained here by shifting the responsibility for the imminent wreck from

"the reaches of ourselves" to the ambiguity instinct in language.

[. . . .]

Strand’s work since Reason for Moving widens his scope, even as it sharpens

his focus; just as he had divided his body against itself in order to discover an

identity, he now identifies the body politic with his own in order to recover a division;

in a series of political prospects, "Our Death," "From a Litany,"

"General," and finest of all "The Way It Is," the poet conjugates the

nightmares of Fortress America with his own stunned mortality to produce an apocalypse of

disordered devotion:

Everyone who has sold himself wants to buy himself back.

Nothing is done. The night

eats into their limbs

like a blight.

Everything dims.

The future is not what it used to be.

The graves are ready. The dead

shall inherit the dead.

But what gives these public accents of Strand’s their apprehensive relevance is not

just a shrewd selection of details ("My neighbor marches in his room, / wearing the

sleek / mask of a hawk with a large beak . . . His helmet in a shopping bag, / he sits in

the park, waving a small American flag"), nor any cosy contrast of the poet’s intimeries

against a gaining outer darkness ("Slowly I dance out of the burning house of my

head. /And who isn’t borne again and again into heaven?"). Rather it is the sense

that public and private degradation, outer and inner weather, tropic and glacial decors

(Saint Thomas and Prince Edward Islands, in fact) are all versions and visions of what

Coleridge called the One Life, and that the whole of nature and society are no more than

the churning content of a single and limitless human body–the poet’s own.

From Alone With America: Essay on the Art of Poetry in the United States since 1950.

New York: Atheneum, 1980. Copyright ? 1980 by Richard Howard.

Samuel Maio

In his short collection of idiosyncratic musings in verse form, The Sargeantville

Notebook (1973), Strand included the following curious statement:

The ultimate self-effacement

is not the pretense of the minimal,

but the jocular considerations of the maximal

in the manner of Wallace Stevens.

Strand admittedly has long admired Stevens’s work, and read Stevens even before

beginning to write his own poetry. (He once remarked to Wayne Dodd: "I discovered I

wasn’t destined to be a very good painter, so I became a poet. Now it didn’t happen

suddenly. I did read a lot, and I had been a reader of poetry before. In fact, I was much

more given to reading poems than I was to fiction and the book that I read a lot, and

frequently, was The Collected Poems of Wallace Stevens") Perhaps

Strand, in commenting on what constitutes the "ultimate self-effacement,"

regards Stevens as a belated Romantic poet, as does Harold Bloom, in that the ostensibly

private reflection, which is the subject of the poem, expresses emotions or ideologies

that are in fact diffuse. I make this parallel by suggesting that Strand means "the

minimal" to be the private, or individual, concern so that a pretense of such occurs

when a poet argues for his own life experiences as reflective of a larger than personal

theme, and that his phrase "the jocular considerations of the maximal" means the

viewing of global concerns with some degree of wit, with a touch of the absurd. A poet

betrays his "pretense of the minimal" when he tries to be an impartial observer,

a chronicler of an event he has witnessed or of a landscape he has seen; his presence in

the poem–his personal "I" speaker–negates his intended impartiality, or

objectivity, towards his subject. . . .

Strand reads Stevens, however, as having successfully avoided such pretense by

constructing poems that begin abou

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