Analysis
Mary Jo Bang’s earliest work, poems written during and immediately after her years at Columbia, reflects the eagerness of a student of poetry. Bang is interested in experimenting with form to create the something new that all starting poets seek. Her subject matter seldom reflects her own experience—she strives for an impersonal poetry that focuses on language shaped for sonic effect. The poems construct a suggestive scene rather than telling a story or filling in the details. The reader is set down in an operating room, in a lush park, or on a city sidewalk—but without the reassuring narrative structure of character and situation. The work draws on her two professed influences: the quiet subversive vision of Emily Dickinson and the groundbreaking work of the Beat poets, particularly Lawrence Ferlinghetti, and its endorsement of the delight in radical formal experiments.
Bang’s poems are difficult, at times cut with a deliberate ambiguity that leaves the reader suspended just short of clear themes (often the poems play out in a dreamlike ambience); readers are left to savor the lyrical play of language and the rich sense of suggestive imagery. Bang speaks from behind the mask of the poet; indeed the collection Louise in Love is a kind of narrative with distinctive characters, notably a woman and her boyfriend. These are poems ultimately about the work of art itself. The poems are often brief, their free structure a complicated weave of accents and pauses, their rhyme achieved through subtle language devices (prominently assonance and consonance), their lines fragmented and elliptical, and their syntax disjointed and abrupt. They are poems of effect.
After the death of her son, when Bang began writing the poem sequence that would become Elegy, she maintained her investigation into poetic form, examining how such deep and personal sorrow could shape poems that avoid sentimentality and self-pity and how mourning could not become public theater when transcribed into a poem that assumes a reader, a stranger to her private anguish. That balance between grief and art allowed her to produce her most deeply personal poetry while continuing her work with the formal aspects of poetry, in this case how language—word patterns, line breaks, vocal sounds, and even selected images—can record the recoil from enormous pain.
The Eye Like a Strange Balloon
Bang’s fourth collection of poetry, The Eye Like a Strange Balloon , most epitomizes her early interest in art itself. Trained in the study of photography, she uses poetry to engage works of modern artists, some well known (Max Ernst, Pablo Picasso, and Willem de Kooning), some more obscure (Cindy Sherman, Sigmar Polke, and David Lynch). In each poem, she uses language, fragmentary and allusive, to detail the selected artwork, to capture its impact—without giving the reader a visual image of the painting. Such poetic endeavor, known as ekphrasis, is, not surprisingly, richly visual, teeming with color and shape, line and shadow. Behind the collection is Bang’s own conviction that individual works of art, whether image or text, have the ability to arrest the participatory viewer or reader, to provide a kind of stopped moment that reflects and, in turn, enhances the experience of the artist but provides a similar emotional moment for the audience. Like an Alice in Wonderland figure, the poet in each of the fifty-two poems immerses herself in the selected canvas and speaks from its symbolic landscape. The poems continue the effect begun by the individual painting and participate in the dynamic of art that works only if such constructed pieces engender emotional responses. If there are themes, they are broad—abstract concepts such as...
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beauty, time, and death. The poems are far more about the interplay between the visual arts and the written word, creating a cool feel to the collection and making readers aware they are part of a theoretical excavation into the dynamic of art itself.
Elegy
Bang readily recalls her first poem, a melodramatic teenaged angst verse written after John Kennedy’s assassination in 1963, in which she attempted to use poetry to make sense of a profound loss beyond understanding. Years later, as a mature poet, Bang would begin the difficult process of adjusting to the 2004 death of her son, an avant-garde artist in New York, from a drug overdose, by turning again to poetry. She never considered publishing the poems she wrote after her son’s death until her agent urged her to consider organizing the poems into a book. The cycle of sixty-four poems that became Elegy roughly chronicles the year of Bang’s mourning.
Aware of the long tradition of the elegy form, Bang not only brings to the poems the sharp, precise particulars of her son’s death but also informs the event with images and allusions that extend the range beyond the personal. Unlike her earlier work, the poems are relentlessly specific. In countless interviews given in conjunction with the volume’s success, Bang has spoken of the elegy as a powerful way that language can maintain a conversation with the deceased, intrude on the anguished distance the bereaved feels, and make immediate a loved one now gone in the most absolute of ways.
The poems resist Bang’s signature polish—the language is direct and approachable, with the feeling of being written in an immediacy of distress. The reader is taken to the morgue to identify the body; spends a harrowing night with the poet-mother, who wants only to sleep; and contemplates the cremated remains in an ornate box. Bang speaks in the voice of a wounded poet, an adult who suddenly feels the vulnerability of a child, baffled and hurt. She struggles with responsibility: Should she have been more aggressive in addressing her son’s addictions? In the face of death, the poet longs for the consolation of explanation—knowing, of course, that death defies such tidiness. The poet is left reeling, struggling against the numbness, and working to articulate her grief into something useful, something lasting. Bang’s poems avoid the private feel of a mother mourning a son and assume the privilege of art itself, a way for the resilient spirit to handle wounding sorrow.