BOOKS IN REVIEWpresented with the negative image <strong>of</strong> aphotograph. The quiet harmonies <strong>of</strong>"Japanese Music," for instance, whereinart and nature coalesce in the "Refrain<strong>of</strong> all things that / return : flower, season,wind, tree," are harshly jarred by Americandiscord : "Turn up the Tom Jones /Max! Those waves are loud," shouts one<strong>of</strong> the American faithful on a pilgrimageto Daytona Beach.For Oughton, violence is the inevitableoutcome <strong>of</strong> this distortion <strong>of</strong> the natural.In "Espresso Bar on Harbord Street," thepoet half-listens to the violence <strong>of</strong> aspaghetti western (a palpable instance <strong>of</strong>artifice, indeed) and half-listens to theverbal abuse going on at the table nextto him. More unsettling in Oughton'spoems, however, is the association <strong>of</strong> violenceand the feminine. In "AnimaDream," the speaker describes a dreamin which he murders and dismembers awoman, telling his father later that he"only wanted to see what / made hertalk." Thus, we witness the dismemberingand destruction <strong>of</strong> the verbal, creative"woman" in man. Similarly, thepoem "Zoology," which describes thehatred that moves two lovers to rip "outeach other's stitched-up / stuffing, layingbare the mythic bones," is accompaniedby the photograph <strong>of</strong> a laughing girl, astuffed leopard draped over her shoulders.The parallel is extremely disconcerting,especially when one considersthat the photographic symbol <strong>of</strong> theancient Japanese reverence for nature isthe male Buddha.Oughton's use <strong>of</strong> photography, however,deserves a more searching study, forhe has chosen in the photograph theideal symbol for the merging <strong>of</strong> natureand the machine. Oughton's own photographicstyle has been strongly influencedby Edward Weston and Ansel Adams (ashis photo for "Gape Travers, P. E. I."reveals). Weston's philosophy <strong>of</strong> photography(now in sharp disfavour withphotographers) is that photography revealsthe hidden essence <strong>of</strong> nature.Weston's photos <strong>of</strong> sand dunes, likeOughton's photo <strong>of</strong> rippling water, revealan order inherent in nature, independent<strong>of</strong> man. Or, as Oughton himself expressesit, "Who needs a nurtured rose / whereeven the great silent birds wait / andeven the weeds sing?" The greatest travestyoccurs when man attempts to harnessnature, hence Oughton's final poemson nuclear weapons. "Cruise Missile," arewriting <strong>of</strong> Pratt's "The Shark" for thenuclear age, is sadly disappointing;Oughton is better able to visualize thepresent horrors <strong>of</strong> American society thanthis potential disaster. What should bethe strongest poem in the collection unfortunatelyfalls into cliché : "it's smarterthan your car or stereo." How does oneimagine the unimaginable?Suniti Namjoshi's From the BedsideBook <strong>of</strong> Nightmares provides an implicitresponse to this, as well as to other questionsraised by Oughton's collection.Namjoshi's feminist poems are not blatant"social cause" poems, but witty rewritings<strong>of</strong> Western mythologies. In herlively imagination, Caliban as well as"Baby Frankenstein" become female figures,leading the reader to muse uponthe sexual dynamics <strong>of</strong> these myths.In Namjoshi, the female is associatedwith creativity in a more positive waythan in Oughton. In fact, the female isclosely allied with nature ; Baby Frankensteindreams that she is a green shrub,uprooting herself and prancing about,much to the disgruntlement <strong>of</strong> hermother. When slightly older, she becomesa creative liar, telling her brother that hehas green hair; she is "enchanted" bythis heady "power <strong>of</strong> the lie." Namjoshisignificantly links this lying with the creativeact itself, by inserting a quotationfrom Mary Shelley: "The fabrication <strong>of</strong>life is not a matter that may be under-
BOOKS IN REVIEWtaken lightly. It is an experiment fraughtwith peril."Thus, the female artist is a defiantone. Namjoshi, like feminist poets AdrienneRich and Sylvia Plath, is fascinatedby the image <strong>of</strong> the woman as defiantmonster. Here, what is monstrous andferocious in woman should not be tamed.Referring to Isabel Archer in James'sPortrait <strong>of</strong> a Lady, Namjoshi's "Creature"protests,there's no placefor me in that portrait <strong>of</strong> hers . . .There's somethingobnoxious and cruel about meI don't shut up,and I am not deadWhich is more unnatural, Namjoshiseems to imply, this creature's ferocity orIsabel's return to Gilbert Osmond?Namjoshi, too, is concerned with theclash between the natural and the artificial,and like Oughton, she uses themetaphor <strong>of</strong> the camera to embody thisclash in "Snapshots <strong>of</strong> Caliban." Moreover,her very choice <strong>of</strong> The Tempest isan apt one, since this play, more thanalmost any other Shakespearean play,juxtaposes nature and European civilization,to the distinct disadvantage <strong>of</strong> thelatter. This Caliban, however, is a femalemonster, whose natural impulses aresmothered by the threatening patriarchalfigure <strong>of</strong> Prospero. Caliban, like BabyFrankenstein, is creative; Miranda bothfears and envies her dreams <strong>of</strong> heaven.At the end <strong>of</strong> the cycle <strong>of</strong> poems, evenMiranda can accept that "You are part<strong>of</strong> me," (a line from one <strong>of</strong> Miranda'spoems, which she has earlier crossedout). The final poem, "Prospero," revealsthe magician's inability to admit whatMiranda has admitted. (Ironically, inNamjoshi's version, Miranda becomes thewise and tolerant one, and Prospero thenaif.) "Maiden and monster," he proclaims,"I dare not claim them." In thisironic reversal, Prospero's moving speech,"This thing <strong>of</strong> darkness I / Acknowledgemine," undergoes a sea-change indeed.Both Oughton and Namjoshi showthemselves adept at organizing and juxtaposingtheir poems in suggestive, imaginativeways (Namjoshi's mythology is, inkind, a descendant <strong>of</strong> Jay Macpherson'sThe Boatman). More importantly, bothpoets, regardless <strong>of</strong> ideology or approach,agree on one central point: the need toacknowledge our monsters within.VINTAGELORRAINE M. YORKAL PURDY, Piling Blood. McClelland & Stewart,$12.95.I HAVE NEVER LIKED то CALL writers"great," since for me "great" is a poweradjective; I hold with Lord Acton that"all great men are bad," and I don'tthink that kind <strong>of</strong> moral badness goes<strong>of</strong>ten with the vocation <strong>of</strong> writing, thoughit did with D'Annunzio and perhaps withEzra Pound. Nor am I happy with theword "major," since that poses a categorizationbetween major and minorwriters which is out <strong>of</strong> keeping with therealities <strong>of</strong> poetic creation, denying as itdoes that all excellences are individualand incomparable with others. So howdo we find an adjective to describe a poetlike Al Purdy, whose largeness <strong>of</strong> visionand talent so distinguish him from most<strong>of</strong> his contemporaries, and who is argiiably,in terms <strong>of</strong> craft alone, among thebest three or four poets writing in Canadatoday?Purdy himself, I feel, would reject anyadjective imputing a special status tohim, for he is one <strong>of</strong> the most democraticpractitioners <strong>of</strong> an aristocratic art, and hemakes his attitude very clear in a poemaddressed to Archilochus, the archaicGreek poet and mercenary soldier, thatappears in Piling Blood :192
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