Trickster

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Pub Date Sep 01 2014 | Archive Date Jan 22 2015

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Trickster opens with a crank call to the reader: “How was I to know / You were thin, your garden / Was covered in smoke / That you sat in your house / Coughing?” Over the course of these beautiful and eerily accomplished poems, Potts's reader is taken on a journey that is at once time-scarred and resolutely contemporary, earthy and haunted, moving from estrangement to reconciliation. Amidst a deepening sense of crisis, the Trickster of Potts’s imagination emerges as aggressor, prankster, victim, and healer, forging resilient music from the afflictions of the mind's “infested nest.”

Trickster veers quickly from meditation and narrative to song, plunging the reader into a liminal world of dreams, archaic lyrics, and fables, populated with figures ranging from the Hawk and Worm, the Cat and Dove, to Cold and Death. It is a wilderness in which all things are alive: “a blade of grass / equal to the suffering / of a lifetime.” Yet it is also a place of menace, “where a fly with one wing, keeps / tipping over in the grass, where / the ants will have him.” Whether or not the Trickster reaches utopia, he reckons with the world that is achievable on earth and in words, “those dreams of woods / relayed to you.”

Trickster opens with a crank call to the reader: “How was I to know / You were thin, your garden / Was covered in smoke / That you sat in your house / Coughing?” Over the course of these beautiful...

Advance Praise

“I admire the clarity, the urgency, the invention, the intelligence, and the commitment of Randall Potts’s new book of poems. A terrific book.”—Gerald Stern

“Potts writes poems charged with an intense and loving empathy with the living and non-living things of the Earth and the spirit that animates them. His poems are grounded in images and borne aloft by the song of ancient and modern traditions. They are touched by the spirit that moves through the work of Merwin, Trakl, and Tarkovsky, a spirit that endows things with the luminous effects of golden sunlight scattered through leaves, illuminating darkness with hope.”—Geoffrey Nutter, author, The Rose of January andChristopher Sunset

“I admire the clarity, the urgency, the invention, the intelligence, and the commitment of Randall Potts’s new book of poems. A terrific book.”—Gerald Stern

“Potts writes poems charged with an intense...


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So I lay on Stone’s belly And Stone warms me
~ Folklore

Trickster by Randall Potts is his second collection of poetry. Potts taught graduate and undergraduate courses at the University of San Francisco and the California College of the Arts. He has also attended Iowa Writers Workshop and his work has appeared in numerous poetry journals.

Trickster is a collection of various styles of poetry. A narrative poem called “Pest” near the beginning tells of a man’s loss of a corner of his yard

...I see the Yellow Jacket’s nest, hung like a horn-of-plenty under the wide leaves -- a thread of Wasps spooling out its dark hole mumbling threats -- a corner of the garden is no longer ours.

Potts moves to “A Natural History”, a two part poem, that examines two sources of a meal in a much closer way than most people ever look at their food. “The Good Life” is a haunting poem in two parts. “Balance” reads, in part:

I’m black & white. Bees hum gold. They swarm. I kneel in grass. I try to be small. I feel bees on me. Too many Bees Walking on me. A boy yells, “He’s Being stung --” But I’m not stung. My eyes open,

I dream a reactor to ruin A dam to rubble --

“I go poorly” is a man bargaining with extreme cold. The cold wanting to “nibble” at parts of his body and the man resisting. Cold is hungry and won’t be denied its meal.

Many poems look at nature or the natural world with a different eye. Poems about bees, ladybugs, and oyster harvesting. Some poems look at people:

Two women run on a beach, ecstatic: they are alive. Their hair trails into clouds, become clouds. They rush on, their hands part the air.
They are always just about to arrive.

A few poems focus on none of the above, like the poem "Math":

I put 0 and 0 together And arrived at nothing Nothing accomplished. I had done it perfectly.
I made 0 disappear into 0 I made sure nothing was left. There was no doubt of it.

The changing structure of the poems, from narratives to a haiku, and the variety of subjects combined with the unique viewpoint making Trickster an interesting and worthwhile collection. The subjects are common to most people and the style is of writing is accessible to nearly all levels of readers, but at the same time not too simple for regular poetry readers. Taking the ordinary and making it something more than ordinary for the reader creates a chance for the reader to look at something as different as a hornets nest, rain, or a snail in a new light. A very good collection of poems.

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