Morri Creech
Field Knowledge,
Waywsier Press, 73 pages, $15.95
reviewed by Callie Siskel
Winner of the first annual Anthony Hecht Poetry Prize, judged by Hechts literary executor, J. D. McClatchy, Morri Creechs Field Knowledge has set the bar high for future aspirants. Creechs cadence and content recall the forms Hecht used to describe an unraveling world. In a book centered on the pastoral, Creech weaves form into the delicate description of raw, Southern landscapes. He relishes the textured fields of his childhood and the layered histories that the land evokes.
Creech spends much of the book unearthing these storiesmany of them memories of his grandfatherbut, over time, they seem to take a backseat to the process of recovery itself. In the title poem, Field Knowledge, Creech lifts, layer by layer, times influence on the summer soil: as if you could prize from weeds and loam one immaculate/ hour, one orient pearl buried at the damp root, and lift it clear/ of the years of corn stalks, furrows, hay rakes freckled with scat. The fourth, and last, trochee, in a list that serves to relay the weight of the waste, freckled is the perfect word to describe Creechs memoriessun-worn and spotted.
In the opening poem, Engine Work: Variations, Creech remembers his grandfathers yard; he recalls stripped engines and ripe fruit. The poem begins with a sense of certaintyJune morning. Sunlight flashes through the pinesbut soon his stanzas deliver doubt: Or else its lateSeptember. Creech is uncertain: not only how to repossess the memory of his grandfather, but also whether poetry is capable of such an undertaking. In the third stanza, after lines of rich description, he addresses the inaccuracy of his narrative. He concedes: Language, too, seems wrong,/ though its all I have. Grandfather. Scuppernong.
While Creechs poetry also explores mythology and science, his personal poems (such as the two quoted here) make Creechs doubts beautiful, memorable, and poignant. He makes the reader question his own past and the facility with which it can be restored.
Callie Siskel is a former associate editor of The New Criterion
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 25 November 2006, on page 79
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