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| Playing Those Mind Games Louise in Love by Lynne Potts Louise in Love is the biography of a movie
star, told over the course of 54 poems, each able to stand on its own
two
feet quite apart from the story line. A few of titles provide a hint
of
what’s to come in terms of the flavor of the language:
“What is a Mouth”;
“On to the Onslaught: A Millennial Dirge”; “They
Were That and Then”. The
story is of a woman who falls in love, falls out, attempts suicide,
and
survives. At the end of the book, she is, I believe, old.
I say “believe” because one cannot be entirely sure in
this story what
has happened. Actual events are shrouded in the vague and quirky
language;
jumps in time are not accounted for. The story is told by a
third-person
narrator who seems to have a somewhat sanguine relation to her topic,
but
even that is hard to say. The narrator is sympathetic to
Louise’s
suffering, but she is also a believer in survival. She knows her
subject
will prevail. In fact, the narrator functions, in many ways, like a
Greek
chorus, bewailing Louise’s woes, but applauding her endurance.
The following is a description of the use of Bang’s language
which, I
believe, gives this sustained work its power and beguiling effect. I
find
the language both original and entirely authentic. That is, while
Bang’s
writing is “novel” in many respects, it also rings true,
without any
suggestion of contrivance or strain. The writing appears effortless.
It’s hard to define originality, but perhaps I can illustrate
what I
mean by quoting a few phrases that strike me thus. Here are three:
There is something about the
disjoints,
the unexpected connections, and the complex ideas expressed in such
simple, almost silly phrases that make the language fresh.
The use of sound is equally unanticipated and charming. These poems
are
all without end rhyme, but riddled with internal rhyme, alliteration,
and
melody. Again, a few examples must serve to make the point. It is now
a
matter of waiting/ for the haughty naughty beguilement of warmth.
(“She
Couldn’t Sing At All, At All) and Today, the temperature had
declined/ in
the wake of a heat wave. Dawn had been admirably mired (She Loved
Falling)
and …The port/of turning back to the world with a sense of
revulsion./
Progress, Louise said, is a slow evolution. One pads along, plots a
great
gong, then waits for the next devolution. (“On to the Onslaught:
A Little
Millennial Dirge”)
The line length and stanzas are varied, with attention to the power
of
both lulling and surprising the reader. Some poems have a definite
form
such as “Belle Vue” which possesses ten tercets and a
single line in the
last stanza. One line in stanza eight has only two words, of light.
One
line has as many has 16 syllables. On the other hand, “A Cake of
Nineteen
Slices” is simply a 19 line poem. “Louise” is a
prose poem.
The last poem, “They Were That and Then,“ illustrates the particulars of Bang's style.
I close with one more quote – a section from “Here’s a Fine Word: Prettiplease”:
The date that "means the end" sets the ominous stage for what is to follow--a climax characteristically Bangian – unanticipated, vivid, silly, and full of pathos.
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