Where is the dividing line between “cultivated narratives,”
and those which simply grow up wild and organic from the lives of their
creators?
There is still another kind of linking narrative which we
haven’t discussed yet. It is the inadvertent
one, the one which corresponds most closely to prose biography. I know, I know,
this sounds like I’m talking about confessional poetry again, and perhaps I have
come full circle from my original argument.
Enter David Weigl, who in book
after book returns to the jungles of Southeast Asia.
A bouncing betty
comes up waist high –
cuts you in half.
One man’s legs were laid
alongside him in the Dustoff:
he asked for a chairback, morphine.
He screamed he wanted to give
his eyes away, his kidneys,
his heart.... (1)
cuts you in half.
One man’s legs were laid
alongside him in the Dustoff:
he asked for a chairback, morphine.
He screamed he wanted to give
his eyes away, his kidneys,
his heart.... (1)
Weigl
does not abandon his readers in Vietnam, though. His many books have
given him time (his first was published in 1976) and pages enough to
explore different chapters of life – marriage, parenting, spirituality, and
recovery.
Note how the voice in this piece based on childhood,
Mr. Brown
was
my teacher
of the sums in the sixth
grade
and
he saw the beautiful
figures in everything. (2)
differs
from this, in which a man looks back on the years since childhood:
All morning long in
the rain,
I
drove through the street of my boyhood
past the falling-down houses,
with my friend from my
boyhood
who
is a man now, like me. (3)
The nature of how poets write when they’re writing their own
lives -- and poets are always writing their own lives, even when they costume
it in fiction -- leads poets to create unintentional narratives.
In Bruce Weigl’s thirteen books he has returned again and
again to American soldiers in Vietnam, but also spends lots of time with the
Vietnamese people themselves, as well as with American veterans at home. The
whole of his work taken together weaves a life story, just as volumes of a
private journal or a stack of personal letters would. Weigl has said in interviews that not everything in his
poems happened exactly the way it was written, that imagination
has altered the way he has written events.(4) Even so, if it were prose we would
call it biography.
So, where is the dividing line between intentional linking
narratives – “cultivated narratives,” -- and those which simply grow up wild
and organic from the lives of their creators?
1. Weigl, Bruce. Executioner. (Small Press Distribution: Berkeley. 1976.)
2. Weigl, Bruce. The Unraveling
Strangeness. (Grove Press: New York, 2002) 28.
3. Weigl, Bruce. The Unraveling
Strangeness. (Grove Press: New York, 2002) 37.
4. Dameshek, Brandon, "An Interviews with Bruce Weigl," Memorious: A Forum for New Verse and Poetics, Issue No. 2, July 2004, 3 May 2006. http://memorious.org/?id=58.
4. Dameshek, Brandon, "An Interviews with Bruce Weigl," Memorious: A Forum for New Verse and Poetics, Issue No. 2, July 2004, 3 May 2006. http://memorious.org/?id=58.