Collection: The Irrationalist
Author: Suzanne Buffam
Excerpt:
Excerpt:
TO LIVE HERE
Paul
Éluard
I built a fire,
the blue sky having abandoned me.
A fire to
befriend.
A fire to
introduce me to the winter night.
A fire to live
better.
I fed it what
the day had fed to me.
Forests,
foliage, wheat fields, vines.
Nests and their
birds, houses and their keys.
Insects,
flowers, furs, festivals.
I lived with
the solitary sound of crackling flames.
With the
solitary perfume of their heat.
I was like a
boat coursing in closed water.
Like the dead I
had but one element.
Stated Simply:
Although
published by Canarium Books in 2010, the lyric and philosophical lucidity of Suzanne
Buffam’s The Irrationalist makes it seem
just-written. The book
is concerned with process—the writing process, the processes of thinking and
being—and, consequently, Buffam’s poems practice a patience that’s both rare
and brave. “Trying,” for example, begins
as a meditation on trying to have a child and then evolves into a meditation on
faith and science, and this evolution, which accumulates through fragments of
thought and space, reminds us how poems measure and endure time, occupying
their own life spans. The book’s
centerpiece, “Little Commentaries,” does similar work, collecting exquisitely
irreverent observations on, among other topics, Antigone, ghosts vs. zombies, winter,
Romanticism, paradise, Nova Scotia, exile, parakeets, and Borges. These tiny lyric sparks are diamond-sharp and
make for an addictive read, one I keep returning to, gratefully, in moments of disarray:
it’s as if Buffam were marrying Anne Carson to Benjamin Franklin, or Bartlett’s Quotations to Marcus Aurelius. She’s also quite wonderful in the shorter
poems surrounding “Little Commentaries,” and “To Live Here” [see above] is one that flaunts her stunning
fusion of wit and quiet revelation.
Recommended by:
Jennifer Chang,
author of The History of Anonymity
and teacher of creative writing and literature at Bowling Green State
University.

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