Contemporary Poetry Review

As Reviewed By:
Ethan Paquin

Relativistic Ejecta”

Signs and Abominations by Bruce Beasley. Wesleyan University Press, 2000. 136 pp. $12.95 (paper)


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Click here to recive news and leave comments for CPR.Despite the freedom in his fourth book--plentiful sectioning of poems; spatial liberalism (experimentation with enjambment, spacing, indentation); lofty language; the use of up-to-the-second names and places–Bruce Beasley has written a piece of supreme symmetry, has crafted an architecture so streamlined as to be the subject of a Charles Sheeler gelatin print.  
     “Signs and Abominations” is a book of intersections, of vantages, of careful dovetails that complement and reflect those around them. It is a careful, well-thought and highly ambitious treatise on the interrelation of the Profane and the Sacred; it is a fervent interrogation of Religion, a claim that the institution can’t function without the art that works to react or reflect against it. 

Intersections:  

No truth, shouts Hazel Motes, No truth behind all truth is what I preach...

      Stains of menstruation
      Serrano preaches: used Maxi-pads, cratered landscape of blood.
      Plotinus calls the physical world
      the font of all defilements and confusions. It's unbodying 

      we want, unknowing, to know a God
       luminous, incomprehensible

     One would think the polemic employed by an artist battling the art-leery–Rudolph Giuliani and Tipper Gore, ridiculously enough, come to mind when reading “Signs,”–would eschew imagery for the pedant’s elevated speech. Thankfully, Beasley takes up the call to arms wielding a coherent non-linearity, cogent intersplicing of linguistic and stylistic modes, and a synchronic sense of the generations’ ideas on man being an “imperfect split” from God–the heart of the matter:

Imperfect
split of the ovum, flesh
fused, half doubled, half severed
So the trumpettour soundit at such tyme
as the people sould cum and sie the monster:
 
Lazarus Colloredo,
the Italian Gentleman Pregnant
with His brother

that grows out of his navell
He carryes him at his syde  

 

Unsplit
into the imperfect, division
 
being wanted–
 
cognate: Lat. com (together) + gnatus, born
imperfect split

In what turns out to be more fun than lecture, his methods actually re-invigorate the "What is art, what is God?" argument–one that's only been stewing for, oh, say 3,000 years.

Vantages:

     In painterly fashion, Beasley sets the reader in different corners, in different lights, on different branches, from which to view the argument. A run-down of the words used in poem titles will provide an adequate idea of the structures Beasley uses not only to contain the poems but to look upon their subjects from many angles: “Prayer[s]” and “Unprayer[s],” “Fragments,” “Sermons,” “Spiritual Alphabet,” “Diary,” “Hyperlinks,” “Self-Portrait[s].” The book itself is segmented in 5 sections, not counting the proem “Forerunner.” Copious “Notes to the Poems” provide more definitive strata. Numerical sections and letters, epigraphs, word definitions and devices like “Negatives” and “Alters” further delineate and break poems apart.  
     These are not gratuitous devices but rather little containers that latch together, creating a seamless, directorial shifting between scenes. They also point to the inherent difficulty of communicating the “inside” of the “mystery” (see Beasley’s idea of mystagogia below).

Dovetails:

     To Beasley, Andres Serrano, Kafka, Kierkegaard, Dickinson, Ekhart, and countless others seen as projectors of abomination (either in their art, or feelings toward themselves or humankind; “For admiring myself / I loathe myself, / Michael Wigglesworth wrote in his diary,” pp. 63) become sympathetic figures in the struggle against the guilt and stigma brought about by being creators, dissenters.  
     “Jesus seethed in piss,” “woman’s strap-on dildo,” “Pieta in cow’s blood,” David Gee’s “$33,000 worth of tattoos,” become signs of “radical denial” (pp. 9) of the flesh and spirit. They are not mere outlets of free expression, protest, disgust or self-indulgence, but things much more visceral that go toward

                      …strip[ping] from what we say of God all that He is not
                     (Neither has He power, nor is He power, nor light)–
 
                      what’s left’s
                      shriveled, inchoate, known
 
                      incongruity of numinous substance and world…

At the same time, Beasley’s man–created in God’s likeness–is fallible and thusly sullied (“–My likeness, / There is something fierce and terrible in you, / eligible to burst forth / And no one can tell / what it is–,” pp. 99), the implications being many. That by logic God, too, is damaged and imperfect; that man tries through his creations to transcend his fallen state; that “deformed” thought and action can only be reflections back toward a “deformed” God. There are no solid answers, just solid meandering through the urban and spiritual vistas wherein Beasley sees the confluence of these questions: 

                      Crucifix: awkward
           overlay of two broken sticks

           *

           What kind of “parent object”
           could give birth to such a blast:
 
           Daddy in handcuffs, fire-
           poker traced with blood
 
           Mama’s letters, script
           palsied from vodka  
 
           Double-grave
           by the crumbling mudbanks, kudzu’s
           creep across the dates
                       
           –Always
              disrupting this literalness,
              Bacon says,
              because I find it quite easy and quite uninteresting

     Blurring ages-old lines is just the least of what Beasley does. He has, in effect, created his own mystagogia, the very word he used to name his third book–a word he uses in the epigraph of its title poem to mean "the period immediately following the initiation into a mystery." This is not a book of heresy, not the easy rumination-in-the-mirror on some “tattered soul”–“Signs and Abominations” is the present and future of poetic, theoretical thought; it is indeed the best road map yet for divining the mysterious relationship between the human and ethereal energies. 


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