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discuss frustrated attempts to discover the<br />
source <strong>of</strong> violence, particularly <strong>of</strong> violence<br />
in words. <strong>The</strong> authorial voices occasionally<br />
speak undertones <strong>of</strong> WASP mea culpa as<br />
both women write about language and<br />
identity, power and self-esteem, individual<br />
voice and confusion, balance and endurance,<br />
in families and in larger social structures.<br />
Without a self-conscious awareness <strong>of</strong> language,<br />
"without the necessary cool edge to<br />
the voice," says Murphy, "you lose your<br />
objective understanding <strong>of</strong> the full range <strong>of</strong><br />
human degradation and cruelty and even<br />
its counterpoint in the beauty <strong>of</strong> it all."<br />
Murphy's prose is visual, full <strong>of</strong> color,<br />
light, heat. Her voices, partially self-directed,<br />
make complaints against wrongs perpetrated<br />
by and against faceless far-away people.<br />
Brandt's strongest images are tactile<br />
and aural; physical ecstasy speaks through<br />
masks <strong>of</strong> small silences so that her poems<br />
are quiet, warm, intimate, her voice personal<br />
and reassuringly sympathetic and<br />
nurturing. Brandt writes close to home; she<br />
addresses herself to daughters and friends,<br />
to first-named people. She choreographs<br />
for her readers and subjects an involuntary<br />
but agreeable separation — what mothers<br />
call "letting go."<br />
Mother love, pride, sex, unanswerable<br />
questions, subversiveness and subservience<br />
step through Mother, not mother in heartbeat<br />
couplets with an occasional skip like<br />
caught breath. Punctuation is elegant and<br />
mannerly; ampersands and lower case letters<br />
speak both rebellion and humility.<br />
Brandt's s<strong>of</strong>t familiar rhythms settle readers<br />
into intimacy. But a sweep <strong>of</strong> present participles<br />
scrim the revelations <strong>of</strong> the mothernot-mother<br />
interchange and maintain a<br />
dignified measure <strong>of</strong> authorial privacy. <strong>The</strong><br />
collection reads like autobiography, yet<br />
Brandt throws her voice into the third person,<br />
tosses it to second, occasionally back<br />
to first. Talking sometimes to herself, sometimes<br />
to yesterday's "dear reader," she<br />
addresses the problem <strong>of</strong> identifying one's<br />
selves, simultaneously, by individual<br />
essence and by place in the family.<br />
Few poems in Mother, not mother complete<br />
a sentence. <strong>The</strong> opening poem muses,<br />
"why she can't put down simply, / i am the<br />
mother, / & leave it like that," the thought<br />
bitten <strong>of</strong>f and the last line thrown away like<br />
wadded paper. <strong>The</strong> poem "<strong>The</strong> time i didn't<br />
know" is a long introductory phrase<br />
with the unpredicated i covertly confessing<br />
to pre-mourning <strong>of</strong> the self and <strong>of</strong> the self's<br />
child. Brandt insists on generations <strong>of</strong><br />
recurring not-mother/mother/not-mother<br />
images — on continuity: a new mother<br />
wants to be held by "a woman ... / crooning<br />
/ a child's lullaby."<br />
Erin Mouré found mutually sustaining<br />
opposites burning passionately in Brandt's<br />
Agnes in the Sky, they burn again in Mother,<br />
not mother, women, devour, subsume, or<br />
sustain as they circle one another, the<br />
hearth, and the altar. Mothering is dramatic<br />
conflict, a self-destructive generative<br />
drive: "your hands won't let them go," even<br />
though they "slit open your belly, trampled<br />
/ your sheets, / wanting to be gone." Failure<br />
to transform the earth must be the mother's<br />
fault: "... you / weren't big / or pure, or<br />
beautiful / enough / to change things, you /<br />
weren't / the perfect mother."<br />
<strong>The</strong> women and children <strong>of</strong> Mother, not<br />
mother question the basic borders <strong>of</strong> patriarchal<br />
tenets. Searching for — and sometimes<br />
finding — doors in the religious and<br />
familial walls <strong>of</strong> identity, they move gracefully,<br />
either eagerly or languidly, among<br />
facets <strong>of</strong> themselves.<br />
Susan Murphy's characters are less volitional<br />
but more self-conscious than<br />
Brandt's. <strong>The</strong> Deconstruction <strong>of</strong> Wesley<br />
Smithson is peopled by physical, political,<br />
and emotional victims who are devoured<br />
when they would be nurtured. Exchanges<br />
<strong>of</strong> identity claims — always emotionally<br />
charged — generate violence. In her dedication,<br />
Sarah Murphy describes the collection<br />
(there are three pieces) as "untellings."