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never-ending series called BACKSTORY OF THE POEM where the Chris Rice
Cooper Blog (CRC) focuses on one specific poem and how the poet wrote that
specific poem. Links to other BACKSTORY
OF THE POEM features are at the end
of this piece.
Backstory of the Poem
“12 – 2014”
by Margo Berdeshevsky
Where were you when
you heard about the Missing Air Asia Flight? (Right) What was your reaction? How did
you hear about it? or did you read about
it?
I remember hearing the news report immediately after the flight was lost,
and then in the following days and weeks, I could not stop following the news
that had no answers...that told of the missing craft and its freight of souls.
With a profound and sudden jolt I realized I had to speak to it, and of it.
I do have a backstory to the month of December and what was lost in that
particular sea ten years earlier. (I had been called to help a dear friend in
serving in a survivors clinic in Sumatra after the tsunami there in 2004, when
so many lives were swallowed by those same dark waters.) Above Left.
And, I also have a personal story. The end of December has been for decades
a time of memory for me, as my own mother passed on a Christmas Eve, many years
ago. So I am always conscious of a polarity of birth and death at this time. (Right Margo, age 14, with her mother).
I’m conscious of the significance of birth of the Christ and its story, and
of death in my own memory, and then, in the global stories that have come to
live with me as well. Adoration of the Shepherd attributed to Gerard Von Honthorst
That’s hard to recall. I
was probably at my table staring at a coming dawn and listening to the
news, too early and too late. But the
fact of the event connected immediately with the many points I have spoken of
above, and eventually, I wanted to write.
As I mentioned above...in
late December 2004, (ten December moons before the flight of 2014 and this
poem) I had a call from my dear friend, (Robin Lim, Left)who is a midwife in
Indonesia. She does essential work in that part of the world, for natural
births, and for disaster survivors and refugees. (She is presently offering her
clinic in Bali to house refugees from the simmering and smoking volcano, Mount
Agung there.)
That year, 2004, ten years
before the poem of 2014...she called me on the morning after the 2004 tsunami.
The tsunami and its devastations had come on December 26, the day after that
Christmas. And she said simply “I need you.” We have known one another for 30
plus years, and so the request carried my instant “yes.” I was on a flight to
meet her and help as I could. She wanted me to write about it and to help
soothe those who remained. (Above Right: epicenter of Indian Ocean Tsunami and associated aftershocks in French)
Eventually, poems from that
month filled and flooded my book, “But a Passage in Wilderness,” (Left) (Sheep Meadow
Press/2007.)
How many drafts of
this poem did you write before going to the final?
That’s a question I can’t
honestly answer. I remember a flood of words, and then an effort to shape and
control them into the stanzas you see. Sometimes, my notebooks have it.
Sometimes they are lost. Sometimes, the keyboard says please come here and be ready.
That’s a work process that I don’t calculate. I don’t count drafts and often I
don’t keep them. If it is time for a poem, particularly an “occasional” poem, I
allow it. because it has risen from a particular moment in time. Then I live
with it, and shape and reshape if I need to. When such a poem becomes part of a
book, then I may edit again. (That’s really all I know to say.)
Were there any lines in any of your rough drafts of this poem that were not
in the final version? And can you share
them with us?
No, I don’t think so. This
poem seemed to tell me what it wanted, and I allowed it to speak and allowed
myself to speak through it. I do rewrite in days and/or months that follow many
of my poems, but in this case, no.
Do you have images of
your rough drafts especially with all your red pen marks (if any) that you
made?
Ah, no, I don’t do that. I
suppose archivists might like me to...but no.
I think you are
referring to a specific passenger in "wedding rings/ deep[ in their bellies.
I remember a woman whose fiance was on the flight. She was an American living in a different
country. Is this correct? if not can you tell me what you are referring
to?
Actually, no, I am not
referring to one specific woman...there were so many...but the image for me was
and remains very strong, that the drowned (and their wedding rings) all became
food for the hungry denizens of the deep. Food for the waves that followed. And
so they fed, and the rings went to the fish and the waters, along with the all
remains. (Above Left rescuers searching for victims of the crash)
So my reference is both to
that woman, yes, but as well to those I mentioned lost in the tsunami that
captured so many, almost exactly ten years earlier. And, I might add...it’s a
reference to events that swallow each of
us, along with such small tokens of the lives we have lived, (such as a wedding
ring.) Above Right - photo attributed to Margo Berdeshevsky.
I feel like this is an
elegy for all those passengers who lost their lives on that flight? Do you agree?
Indeed. yes.
What do you want
readers of this poem to take from this poem?
Memory is an odd beast. It
may haunt us. It may enfold us. And sometimes it is a tapestry of images that
we try to hold, like holding love when it, like water, cannot really be held.
But we have a need to remember—in these so difficult days. To remember specifics
and the larger fabric, and to remember what we have lost, because that is also
what makes us human. (Above Right Remembering Keats attributed to Margo Berdeshevsky)
The sage Santayana is often quoted as saying “he/she who
is without a history is destined to repeat it.” When it comes to recalling
losses, I try to weave specifics with the vulnerability of our humanity. We are
so vulnerable. A body is vulnerable. It can die. That is its reality. And we
always have been vulnerable...to the real, to the imagined, to the
devastations, and to the honoring of what we (may) have survived. (Left George Santayana)
My friend, the poet L. Lamar
Wilson (Right) always ends his e mails to me with this quote: “Memory is a selection of images, some elusive, others imprinted
indelibly on the brain. Each memory is like a thread, each thread woven
together to make a tapestry of intricate texture. And the tapestry tells a
story, & the story is our past.”-- Kasi Lemmons, "Eve's Bayou"
There are seven to
eight stanzas in this poem - which stanza was the most emotional of you to
write and why?
I don’t have a way to answer
that. The poem hopes to be emotional for its reader. For me, I followed the
threads that I could. I followed to find a way to the page and eventually to a
poem that I hoped would speak both for my own vulnerability, and for the
specific event of the lost flight that had no resolution for so many, because
its victims were not to be found. But imagined...yes.
I hope the poem may do all
the rest. (And the book, Before the Drought, whose pages hold it.)
Contact info?
http://margober
deshevsky.com
http://margoberd
eshevsky.blogspot.com
https://pionline.word
press.com/category/letters
-from-paris/
12—2014
[Dec.
29, 2014...Missing Air Asia jet Probably Sank...]
A hundred sorrows under
a single sail... —Kuan Hsiu 832-912—(translation by J.P. Seaton)
Ten
December moons since
another
flotilla of coats and dresses
in
the same south-east sea,
its
retreat that emptied beaches
its
strike when the eager
ran
for all the sudden fish
its
wave that hurried forward
and
the hungry water ate —
Page
one: another meal
for
the gullet of a starved sea
page
two another winter
fed
to what ravenous minor
Triton?
But the drowned float
only
to page one now—
syllables
stacked for burning—
Night-boats,
when
fishes
might later be netted,
later,
with wedding rings
deep
in their bellies
swimmers
who might have blessed,
eyes
with not a question left
but
whispers for
gods
who have none
when
waves and blind clouds
mouth
expected sentences
~
a brave New Year ~
all
blessings.
MARGO BERDE-SHEVSKY, born in New York City, often
writes in Paris. Her newest collection, Before
The Drought, is from Glass Lyre Press, available in late
September 2017. (In an
early version, it was finalist for the National Poetry Series.
Berdeshevsky is author as well of Between
Soul & Stone,(Below Right) and But
a Passage in Wilderness (Sheep Meadow Press.)
Her book of illustrated
stories, Beautiful Soon Enough, (Below Left) received
the first Ronald Sukenick Innovative Fiction Award for Fiction Collective Two
(University of Alabama Press.) Other honors include the Robert H. Winner Award
from the Poetry Society of America, a portfolio of her poems in the Aeolian
Harp Anthology #1 (Glass Lyre Press,) the & Now Anthology of
the Best of Innovative Writing, numerous Pushcart prize nominations.
Her works appear in the
American journals Poetry International, New Letters, Kenyon Review,
Plume, The Collagist, Tupelo Quarterly, Gulf Coast, Southern Humanities Review,
Pleiades, Prairie Schooner, among many others. In Europe her works
have been seen in The Poetry Review (UK) The Wolf, Europe, Siècle
21, & Confluences Poétiques. A multi genre novel, Vagrant, and
a hybrid of poems, Square Black Key, wait at the gate. She may be found
reading from her books in London, Paris, New York City, or somewhere new in the
world.
001 December 29, 2017
Margo
Berdeshevksy’s “12-24”
002 January 08, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “82 Miles From the Beach, We Order The Lobster At Clear Lake
Café”
003 January 12, 2018
Barbara
Crooker’s “Orange”
004 January 22, 2018
Sonia
Saikaley’s “Modern Matsushima” https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/01/the-fourth-installment-of-new-crc-blog.html
005 January 29, 2018
Ellen
Foos’s “Side Yard”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/01/5-backstory-of-poem-sidewalk-by-ellen.html
006 February 03, 2018
Susan
Sundwall’s “The Ringmaster”
007 February 09, 2018
Leslea
Newman’s “That Night”
008 February 17, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher “June Fairchild Isn’t Dead”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/02/8-backstory-of-poem-june-fairchild-isnt.html
009 February 24, 2018
Charles
Clifford Brooks III “The Gift of the Year With Granny”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/02/9-backstory-of-poem-gift-of-year-with.html
010 March 03, 2018
Scott
Thomas Outlar’s “The Natural Reflection of Your Palms”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/chris-ricecooper-caccoopaol.html
011 March 10, 2018
Arya F. Jenkins “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph, “History Abandoned" https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/11-backstory-of-poem-after-diane.html
Arya F. Jenkins “After Diane Beatty’s Photograph, “History Abandoned" https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/11-backstory-of-poem-after-diane.html
012 March 17, 2018
Angela Narciso Torres’s “What I Learned This Week”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/12-backstory-of-poem-series-angela.html
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/12-backstory-of-poem-series-angela.html
013 March 24, 2018
Jan
Steckel’s “Holiday On ICE”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/13-backstory-of-poem-jan-steckels.html
014 March 31, 2018
Ibrahim
Honjo’s “Colors”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/03/14-backstory-of-poem-ibrahim-honjos.html
015 April 14, 2018
Marilyn
Kallett’s “Ode to Disappointment”
016 April 27, 2018
Beth
Copeland’s “Reliquary”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/04/16-backstory-of-poem-reliquary-by-beth.html
017 May 12, 2018
Marlon
L Fick’s “The Swallows of Barcelona”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/05/17-backstory-of-poem-swallows-of.html
018 May 25, 2018
Juliet
Cook’s “ARTERIAL DISCOMBOBULATION”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/05/18-backstory-of-poem-arterial.html
019 June 09, 2018
Alexis
Rhone Fancher’s “Stiletto Killer. . . A Surmise”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/06/19-backstory-of-poem-stiletto-killer.html
020 June 16, 2018
Charles
Rammelkamp’s “At Last I Can Start Suffering”
021 July 05, 2018
Marla
Shaw O’Neill’s “Wind Chimes”
022 July 13, 2018
Julia Gordon-Bramer’s
“Studying Ariel”
023 July 20, 2018
Bill Yarrow’s “Jesus
Zombie”
https://chrisricecooper.blogspot.com/2018/07/23-backstory-of-poem-jesus-zombie-by.html
024 July 27, 2018
Telaina Eriksen’s “Brag 2016”
025 August 01, 2018
Seth Berg’s (It is only
Yourself that Bends – so Wake up!”
026 August 07, 2018
David Herrle’s “Devil In
the Details”
Margo: it's always enlightening to me to hear how other poets work. Thank you for these insights. I look forward to other conversations about shaping/editing on our next Paris face-to-face. All best, my friend.
ReplyDeleteOh my goodness...this is beautiful! You are a singer of words...the lyrics touch the soul and cause the reader to dance in perfect time...Just beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteI love the way this blog focuses on a single poem. In our stress-filled lives and our hurry to "get it all" we often miss or are unaware of the details and evolution of a piece. While the poem stands alone as a powerful elegy, the backstory adds a subterranean layer to our perception.
ReplyDelete"Night-boats, when
fishes might later be netted,
later, with wedding rings
deep in their bellies
With these kinds of loaded images and reverberations, we take away so much of the spiritual imprint of what remains.
Thanks LP JONES! These are the kinds of words that uplift me from within and make me want to write all over again!
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