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Sunday, November 27, 2011

THE TREES THE TREES Heather Christle

I think I'm a feminist in the fact that I truly believe that women are writing almost the best poetry today in America.  I believe that they're extraordinary. That for some reason, this has happened.  It has not been true forever.                                   
                                                                                               - Barbara Guest


One of the most exciting young woman poets of the day, Heather Christle, is the author of two full-length poetry collections: The Difficult Farm (2009), and The Trees The Trees (2011), as well as a chapbook, The Seaside! (2010) and a third forthcoming collection What Is Amazing (2012) from Wesleyan University Press.  She received her MFA from the Program for Poets and Writers at the University of Massachusetts Amherst, and her BA from Tufts University.  Her poems been anthologized in The Best American Erotic Poems: 1800 to the Present, right between works from Edgar Allen Poe and Walt Whitman




from Octopus Books


THE TREES THE TREES, by Heather Christle







Christle's newest book, The Trees The Trees, is a wonderful collection of prose block poems, in which she addresses several socio-political themes, including feminism.  Poet Nick Sturm has to say of the book, "The Trees The Trees is a wrecking ball covered in flowers. These poems by Heather Christle make me feel, often simultaneously, all of the following things: that I am riding a fucked-up carousal in the middle of the woods, that I am an animal pulling out my own wires, that my skin is a new kind of candy, that my brain and my heart are in a tree and that, somewhere up in that tree, they are kissing, calling each other the wrong names."


Here are some of the most overtly feminist poems in the book:




                    YOU ARE MY GUEST


I will call you man      man man man man      it is a
recipe     it is not that expensive       I will have you 
over for dinner        and I will not take your clothes
off     you wear clothes like a man man    you are a
tightly wound bundle             when we think of the 
woods     the woods are the same       but the rabbit 
between them is different              eat up your soup
little man         little man man          there is no food
coming later




                             MY ENEMY


I have a new enemy    he is so good-looking    here
is a photograph     of him in the snow     he is in the 
snow     and so is the photo     I put it there because 
I hate him     and because it is always snowing    in
the photograph      my enemy is acting      like there 
are no neighbors      but there are always neighbors
they just might be far away             he is 100% evil
and good-looking     he looks good      in his parka
in the snow         if you asked        if would call it a 
helmet           all he ever does is lie       he does not 
breathe      or move    or glow     he is not that kind
of man     it is not that kind of snow




POEM CONSISTING ENTIRELY OF ADVICE


you must not look        at what may be a man     or
may be his empty car     what if he asks you   what
are you looking at    what if you still do not know







What I love about Christle's work is that it blends the theories of feminism with the realities of her own life in a way that is almost memoiric.  The bluntness and wittiness of her poetry is what makes it unique and exciting, and is certainly the quality of her writing that has led to the success of this book, despite being published by a small, independent publisher.  Christle confronts heterosexuality from within it, critiquing, but also embracing it, as in "My Enemy."  


To see more of the amazing Heather Christle, visit her on tumblr: http://heatherchristle.tumblr.com/ or buy one of her books at Innisfree Bookstore.



2 comments:

  1. It is interesting to me that there is a consistent thread throughout the modern feminist poetry of presenting the men as liars. Anne Carson does this in "The Beauty of the Husband" when she writes, "My husband lied about everything" (34). Christle does it here in "My Enemy":

    all he ever does is lie

    I don't have an answer or even a fully formed thought about why this is happening. However, I think there is something more going on than women simply complaining about men not telling the truth. I think that Carson uses the lie--especially the lie of the husband who is speaking and living from the masculine and supposedly more "linear" mode--to destabilize language. I think Christle is doing the same thing. What kind of man

    does not
    breathe or move or glow (?)

    Christle is challenging man as a subject and his language as being symbolic and identified. Relating this to Kristeva--I think these poets might be using the lie to break through the symbolic to the semiotic--to blatantly show the tension and interaction between the two.

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  2. Another consistent thread in modern feminist poetry is the juxtaposition of desire and oppression each author experiences. Robertson, Carson, and Christle are all heterosexual women who deal with, some more obviously then others, the tension of the man being their greatest oppressor, but also their greatest source of happiness and love. This seems to be a universal paradox for heterosexual women. According to Freud, people are driven by two conflicting desires: the life and death drive. Men seem to fall into both of these categories for women. Heterosexual women are attracted to men in terms of the life drive for sex and partnership, but also the death drive because men can oppress women simultaneously—creating another binary within the representation of the oppressor and oppressed. Christle presents this idea in the first two lines of here poem, “My Enemy,” when she states, “I have a new enemy/he is so good-looking.” Her two drives are already conflicted by the beginning of the poem. The poem continues in binaries with statements such as, “he is 100% evil/and good-looking.”

    Overall, Robertson, Carson, and Christle all seem to deal with this conflict by switching the object and then constructing temporary agencies for the new object. Robertson and Christle especially push the constructions specific to each gender when men are eventually “enjambed.” Each simplify and complicate men, so that “he does not/breathe/or move/or glow/he is not that kind/of man/it is not that kind of snow.” I can really appreciate and respect all of these poets because I feel like they find the right balance between representing their own idiosyncratic oppressive situation, which is available to all readers, while still being honest with their sexuality and desires.

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