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   John Amen's Christening the Dancer

   
Reviewed by Editor-in-Chief kris t kahn

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CHRISTENING THE DANCER
Poems by John Amen

Uccelli Press, 2003.  70p.
ISBN 0-9723231-0-4
 

Christening the Dancer, John Amen’s first collection of poems, is an amazingly vivid book and one that revitalizes poetic language in astounding ways.  Amen, the founder and editor of the prestigious online Pedestal Magazine, fuses classical elements and motifs with very contemporary themes and situations in a truly unique way.  

His concerns here are quite universal: the poet exploring his own world and trying to make sense of it through means of poetic perception and observation.  The Rimbaudian notion of the poet as a ‘new god’ is taken up by Amen and revised with an almost postmodernist-visionary slant toward recording the mundane while struggling with the divine constraints laid upon the role of poet in century’s past. 

While the divine is very much present (even if only in its absence, like Beckett’s Godot) in Christening the Dancer, Amen also acknowledges in “After the War” that heaven “is burning, and everyone knows / God is the one who started the fire.”  In such a world, the daily struggles are therefore seen in a mythical-religious light, as man realizes his life is an allegory, an echo of all those who came before.  In the haunting title poem, Amen describes this fusion:  “I am becoming the dancer, / the dancer is becoming me. / I am becoming nothing…”  

The exhaustive journey of the poet is juxtaposed against the mundane journey of the man.  The numerous references to genitals and loins link the poet to Christ, but also link the male to a form of creation he has hitherto (lacking the gift of reproduction) been denied.  The poet must make art from what he has experienced, be it an almost Oedipal fascination with his mother, or else—to return to a Rimbaudian idea of poetic suffering—bouts with madness: 

                        I carry welts on my hands
                       
to prove I have spent
                       
my share of nights
                       
strapped to the electric chair.
                       
It is all I can do to sing among the dead
                        (from “In the Imbroglio”). 

Christening the Dancer is a probing and unrelenting collection.  The verse is tightly crafted and yet it resonates so beautifully and, at times, is rather haunting.  A collection about the intermingling between the craft and the life of the poet, Amen proves here that modern-day poets must take on the role of God themselves and fuse these two aspects in order to “birth a language that signifies / tears we have been unable to shed.”


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