Poe explores the depth of meaning in common words repeated
here: "benefactor," "thread," "falling,"
"chest." Images of animals--deer, geese, cats, fish, horses--appear
creating moments of beauty and escape into the natural world, as in
"Orphaned waterscape a flock of sparrows flying over the mind./A
thunderstorm rolling in over a family of deer. The horse flying through
branches,/landing safely." In the repetition of weft and warp beauty is
created from "sticky protein" and the building of bridges through
dreams allows lonely young women to travel together beyond the obstacles of
geography. The difference in their languages ("Masculin et féminin" or the "Shang-sheng, a rising tone") and geography is overcome through
the ideas and meanings that writing make possible and, in the words cited from
Chuang-Tzu, "This is called the transformation of things." Poverty,
enclosure, the sleazy facts of history, and the abuse of power are alluded to
here, but are not allowed to cancel out life and meaning or beauty itself. Poe's work is a significant achievement of balance and beauty.
This blog will chart my progress in learning about the history, language, people and contemporary culture of China. Under the auspices of the Confucius Institute at Pace University I traveled to China with several faculty colleagues in summer '11. I began this blog to discuss my preparations for the trip and the China Seminar at Pace. The Seminar ended in fall 2011, but my curiosity about China continues.
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Deborah Poe’s Hélène: Weaving in France, Dreaming of China
Deborah Poe's new novella in verse, Hélène, is both exact and dreamy. In powerful, rhythmic words
and images of amazing beauty, she draws the life of a 19th-c French factory
girl, who is basically a prisoner in a convent where she weaves silken fibers
into the silk cloth craved by Europeans. The beauty of what she works on
contrasts to conditions of her life. Her escape is through imagination, her
fantasy of the life of a young weaver in China, going through the same motions,
feeling the same longing for escape.
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