{"id":4798,"date":"2013-04-07T21:21:36","date_gmt":"2013-04-07T21:21:36","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/?p=4798"},"modified":"2013-04-07T21:21:36","modified_gmt":"2013-04-07T21:21:36","slug":"our-latest-review-from-verse-wisconsin-online","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/solaceinabook.com\/site\/2013\/04\/our-latest-review-from-verse-wisconsin-online\/","title":{"rendered":"Our latest review — from Verse Wisconsin Online"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Book Review<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ellen Wade Beals<\/strong>, Ed., Solace, in So Many Words<\/strong><\/em>, Weighed Words, 2011<\/p>\n

Reviewed by Kathleen Eull<\/strong><\/p>\n

Those of us who have read more than a few anthologies know they can be, in a word often employed by critics, uneven. Collected by well-meaning editors with an unenviable task, we can find ourselves wondering why these pieces were selected as the best or representative. What a pleasure, then, to discover Ellen Wade Beals\u2019s ambitious Solace In So Many Words<\/em>. Assembled with great care, this collection brings the reader into an incredible album, allowing us to peer not only into grief itself, but the extraordinary human capacity to recognize, summon and express unique pain, tenderness, beauty, and joy and in doing so acknowledge our interconnectedness and shared experience.<\/p>\n

In a culture which continues to value self-reliance and self-discipline, in which time for reflection is still regarded as somewhat indulgent and grief as something to be gotten over, Solace In So Many Words<\/em> is an especially significant contribution that gives space and time to that which we grieve individually and collectively without worry for the final outcome. It is, as Beals says in her introduction, about \u201cwhat keeps us keeping on.\u201d<\/p>\n

If everyone loses, this anthology seems to tell us, no one loses in quite the same way. Death in all its forms, public and private, is that inconsolable loss, the \u201cdeep-water sad\u201d (Carol Kanter,\u201cAlternative Eulogy,\u201d p. 95). It is a grief so fundamental, so primal that we are humbled in the force of its presence. Whether it is the private loss, the death of someone close or the end of a long-term relationship, or the horrific loss of life on 9\/11 which merged stunned private into public loss, we are stripped bare.<\/p>\n

As Ellen Bass expresses in her poem \u201cThe Thing Is\u201d:<\/p>\n

When grief sits with you, its tropical heat<\/p>\n

thickening the air, heavy as water\u2028 more fit for gills than lungs:<\/p>\n

when grief weights you like your own flesh<\/p>\n

only more of it, an obesity of grief,<\/p>\n

you think, How can a body withstand this?<\/em><\/p>\n

As the first bit of time passes and we try to wade back into the stream of life, we very often feel suspended in a world which seems to move without us, or we stumble forward under a heavy knowledge we can\u2019t put down. What we\u2019ve seen we cannot un-see. That which we know is not now unknowable. What then do we do? That was the question that Beals began with as she sought to put this project together. As poets, as storytellers, we reach for our pens, pencils, keyboards \u2026 and we begin to write. As readers, we reach for these works, seeking the comfort in knowing that someone, someone has found the way to say those things caught in our own throats. We want first to remember. It is as Nadja Halilbegovich wrote in My Childhood under Fire: A Sarajevo Diary,<\/em> her personal account of becoming a teenager in the midst of war, \u201cI know nothing can bring them back, but only forgetting would make them truly dead\u201d (Kids Can Press, 2006). For all the talented writers represented in this anthology, solace goes beyond the ordinary definition of comfort. It is first a bearing of reality, a witnessing, and then a willingness to live with the open wound, eventually finding the way through to a consciousness that recognizes the potentiality of something else revealing itself. Again, Ellen Bass:<\/p>\n

Then you hold life like a face<\/p>\n

between your palms, a plain face,<\/p>\n

no charming smile, no violet eyes,<\/p>\n

and you say, yes, I will take you<\/p>\n

I will love you, again.<\/p>\n

In that consciousness, we dwell on what Mircea Eliade termed the \u201cthreshold\u201d or \u201c\u2026the boundary, the frontier that distinguishes and opposes two worlds and at the same time the paradoxical place where those worlds communicate\u201d (Mircea Eliade, The Sacred and the Profane,<\/em> Harcourt Inc., 1987). That threshold is in full evidence in poems such as Antler\u2019s irrepressible \u201cStop to Think\u201d with its early heraldic exclamation of wonder at the \u201calways new\u201d and its unmistakably confident ending:<\/p>\n

Each word you read, each breath you take,<\/p>\n

each time you come, each poem you make,<\/p>\n

the Earth has moved into a new<\/p>\n

place<\/p>\n

And when you die you die<\/p>\n

in a space in Eternity \u2028 the Earth has not been<\/p>\n

till then.<\/p>\n

Here in Antler\u2019s poem, it is the profound recognition that even in the mechanisms of our everyday world, nothing is ordinary which leads to an unabashed appreciation for, and aching tenderness toward, the stubborn resistance of life and its determination to find a way. \u201cThe thing is,\u201d Ellen Bass writes, \u201cto love life, to love it even\/when you have no stomach for it\u201d (\u201cThe Things Is,\u201d p.22). Solace, it turns out, can be found in anything. It may be the thing that reminds us to get up from where we lie blinking into the long, dark silence such as the news of a tuberworm in T.C. Boyle\u2019s brilliantly quirky story \u201cHopes Rise.\u201d Or it may be the grace that comes when we finally give ourselves permission to take stay in the silence a little longer and feel pleasure in the warmth of our lover curled around us.<\/p>\n

This is the process of solace, we are told. What finally alleviates our grief is doing the thing we almost cannot think to do, nurturing, as Philip Levine writes, \u201cthe strange root of the heart\u201d (\u201cWaking in Alicante,\u201d p. 129) and finding in that compassion for ourselves both our own potentialities and an interconnectedness in which Buddhist teacher Jack Kornfield might say, we finally find \u201csolace of the heart\u201d and \u201ca hidden wholeness\u201d (After the Ecstasy, the Laundry.<\/em> Random House, 2001).<\/p>\n

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Kathleen Eull<\/strong> holds a BA in English from the University of Wisconsin-Milwaukee. Her work has appeared in The Emergency Almanac<\/em>, Echoes, KNOCK<\/em>, pith<\/em>, and as part of the Verse and Vision II<\/em> project at the Q Artists Cooperative in Stevens Point, Wisconsin. In addition, an interview with New York based poet Scott Zieher appears in his second book IMPATIENCE <\/em>(Emergency Press, 2009). After serving for three years as the co-chair and event coordinator for the Southeast Wisconsin Festival of Books, she is currently the director of development for the Pewaukee Public Library Foundation.<\/p>\n

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