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Books We’ve Loved

What Sparks Poetry is a serialized feature in which we invite poets to explore experiences and ideas that spark new poems.

In Books We’ve Loved, we’ve asked our editorial board members and select guest editors to reflect on a book that has been particularly meaningful to them in the last year, with the intention of creating a list of book recommendations for our valued readers.

Rob Schlegel on Michele Glazer’s fretwork

“Now they zip you in to a body / bag,” Michele Glazer writes, “one size fits all. / / We place white peonies on your chest. / See what you lost when you lost this world / / don’t go.” This is what the death of a loved one looks and feels like from up close. Dedicated to the memory of her parents, Glazer’s riveting fourth collection features poems that seem to have emerged from the kind of gravity that the late poet C.D. Wright evokes when she suggests that poetry is “the language of intensity. Because we are all going to die, an expression of intensity is justified.”

I first opened fretwork three weeks after my father’s unexpected death. I had to stop reading after the second poem. I returned the book to its shelf and distracted myself with a gossipy novel. A few months later I tried again and found fretwork to be a necessary companion to my evolving grief. And yet, Glazer seems to have written this book fully aware that the only manual for grief is the one the grieving person writes in the midst of their suffering. “We have arrived at what we dread,” she writes, “the / diminution of loved ones, livid / and unmistakable lapses…dread: dread / that is the one certain shore.” It’s a shore that Glazer navigates with deep curiosity. It’s also a shore she inhabits with people she loves, sometimes from a distance. But, she writes, “…it helps me to think of distance as / a place to meet…” In “Clench,” a poem about her father’s cremation, Glazer writes:

    From every direction

    You are one

    Long night poured into another night.

    While your feet

    Were still recognizable as feet I

    Wanted to place

    The bottoms of my own against them.

In an explanation of the process the multidisciplinary artist Saul Melman uses in his Anthropocene Series (featured on the cover of fretwork) Glazer writes, “The artist sets a process in motion, but the materials have the last word.” It’s a deeply instructive metaphor for how Glazer allies with language to create poems that feel and sound as though she is tapping into a frequency just beyond herself. Like a bonsai expert trimming the tiniest branches in order to create the shape the tree wants to be, Glazer listens to the poem as it tells her how it wishes to evolve. As any artist knows, such generative acts require a fierce dedication to process and a rich imagination. In the book’s stunning finale, “Path of Totality,” Glazer speaks of “the last desultory breath.” Is the poet referring to her own breath, held as she stands awestruck before a total solar eclipse? Or is she recalling the last breath of one of her parents? Is there a difference?

Writing Prompt

Glazer says, “The artist sets a process in motion, but the materials have the last word.”

With this “materiality” in mind, use the following words (taken from Schlegel’s essay) in a poem: grief, direction, night, father, bonsai. The poem can be of any length.
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Rob Schlegel

Rob Schlegel’s fourth collection, Childcare, will be published by Four Way Books in 2023. Recipient of a James Merrill House Fellowship, he currently teaches at Whitman College.