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Poet James Longenbach unites spare and spooky in Earthling

Cover detail from Earthling (W. W. Norton, 2017)

Earthling, the newest book of poetry by , the Joseph H. Gilmore Professor of English, had its roots in a poem he wrote called ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œPastoral.ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½�

ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œI heard something in it that sounded fresh to me,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� he says, a different tone than in his previous poetry collection, The Iron Key (W. W. Norton, 2010). ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œIt seemed to be talking about ordinary things, but in a way that made them seem at the same time kind of spectral or otherworldly. There was also the capacity for wry humor in that toneÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½”and all of that seemed exciting to me.ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½�

Written first, ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œPastoralÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� ultimately became the final poem of Earthling, the poet and literary criticÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s fifth poetry collection.  The tone drove the bookÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s development, and the collectionÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s overarching narrative isnÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™t one of events, ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œbut of feeling or spiritual development,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� he says.

James Longenbach
James Longenbach.

Publishers Weekly calls the book, which was published this fall by W. W. Norton, ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œa moving case for loveÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s power to sustain us.ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� Earthling moves constantly between the mundane and the mystical as it contemplates mortality, giving voice to a range of emotions that knowledge of lifeÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s finiteness can create.

The bookÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s shifting viewpoints are exemplified perhaps nowhere more dramatically than in ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œThe Crocodile,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� a poem that playfully considers the perspective of that creature. But the whimsy also offers Longenbach an opportunity to reflect on his own motherÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s deathÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½”an experience that, despite his efforts, had found no home in his poetry before.

ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œI donÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™t remember quite how it happened. I just got the idea of using this fanciful trope of the speaking crocodile as a way to get at the reality of this confrontation with mortality,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� he says. The lines in the poemÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s fourth section are plain and terse:

When my mother died,

I was right beside her.

SheÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™d been unconscious for a day.

My sister and my father were there, too.

ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œItÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s hard to get more flatly clear and straightforward in language than that,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� he says, and hopes that what is evoked is also ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œspooky and revelatory.ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� He brings together the flatness of his language with the conceit of the crocodile as he ends the section:

Then, immediately, the color left her face,

She was no longer in her body,

And she sank beneath the lagoon.

ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œAll IÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™m ever trying to do is to be scrupulously and absolutely clear about what IÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™m saying,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� Longenbach says. ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œItÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s become a discipline to me that has taken my poems to their strangest places, because trying to be very clear about things is a difficult, dangerous, and unsettling practice.ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½�

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The title Earthling came to him when he discovered that it is one of the oldest words in the language, an Old English term for a person who plows or tills the earth.

ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œIÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™d assumed it was 1950s sci-fi speak: ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½˜Take me to your leader,ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½� Longenbach says. ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œI thought it was entrancing that ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½˜earthlingÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™ was our name for a person intimate with the soil. And it seemed like the perfect emblem for the tone that was distinguishing these poems as they accumulatedÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½”the little earthling coming out of his hole in the ground to look about.

ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½œItÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½™s the vulnerability of it, yet the substantial inevitability and necessity of it, too.ÌÇÐÄ´«Ã½�

The will host James Longenbach for a reading from Earthling on November 30 at 5 p.m. in the Welles-Brown Room at Rush Rhees Library.