A sophisticated and lyrical new collection from one of today's finest living poets.
Carol Muske-Dukes is an acclaimed novelist and poet whose latest collection, Sparrow , a haunting elegy for her late husband, was a finalist for the National Book Award. Twin Cities is an emotionally rich book of poems about how things double-by reflection, by reproduction, by severance. The poems embark from the twin cities of Minneapolis and St. Paul, divided by a legendary river, and move on to the parallel histories of a life lived and a life imagined-and the random intersection of the two. Lit by loss, these moving poems navigate between the poles of love and grief, curse and blessing, abandonment and rescue-they are two, and they are one.
Carol Muske-Dukes (born in St. Paul, Minnesota, in 1945) is an American poet, novelist, essayist, critic, and professor, and the former poet laureate of California (2008–2011). Her most recent book of poetry, Sparrow (Random House, 2003), chronicling the love and loss of Muske-Dukes’ late husband, actor David Dukes, was a National Book Award finalist.
A book of poetry that is almost decadent with doubles and binaries, Muske-Dukes work can be playful and yet a bit doir. Muske-Duske poetry here also does quite a bit with the the landscape, starting with the titular Twin Cities and moving all over the U.S. The book is divided into five sections, while all thematically similar, the last section does have such a profound shift in narrative voice that it is jarring to me as a reader even though I do enjoy the poems. While not the best collection I have read, Muske-Dukes star is rising legitimately and many of these poems are excellent, contributing to that rise.
Another collection of poetry read this April for National Poetry Month, Carol Muske Dukes' poems in "Twin Cities" explore some very heady imagery and feeling; beginning with Minneapolis and St. Paul, crossing the country to and from each coast, and across the world, Dukes explores the dichotomy of doubles, of mirrors; everything has two sides. These poems feel to me to be very full of emotion and scene, drawing us in with some really beautiful language, as the poet takes us to many different times and places; aspects that really attract me to the medium of poetry.
As she writes in the first line of "Twin Cities II,"
"I come from Twin Cities, where the river, between, surging, stands"
where we come from and where we are going, both sides of the river, and the many other parallels of life are reflected throughout Carol Muske Dukes' collection.
All sorts of twins--Beauty and Peace, Art and Death--face off in this poppy, kinetic, sometimes paranoid variorum of a book. Tied metaphorically to its midwestern namesake, this collection embraces the personal and the public, traveling from New York to Iowa City to Tuscany to L.A. From found poems to sestinas to elegies for the poet's late husband (the actor David Dukes) to meditations on anomalies of widowhood, Twin Cities is a hymn to a distinctly contemporary brand of fragmentation. The double stands for two, and two stands for all. From the vantage point of middle-age, the speaker's view embraces both what was and what could have been, as if all meanings are true and run simultaneously.
Dreary. I am beginning to consider a personal moratorium on books of poetry written by state poet laureates, as I find that these authors leave me seriously disenchanted with the state of contemporary poetry as a whole.
I didn't find the first chapter very engaging however by the middle I was hooked and a lot of the poems stirred up wonder and empathy. I was very moved by a few and appreciated the simple language and diving into sorrow that didn't feel embellished.
Hard to say exactly what I feel about this collection. It is divided into five sections and I found myself with very different reactions to these sections. Two, I loved (the second and last sections), one I liked a good bit (the first), and two that I felt were just not as strong as the others (third and fourth sections). In fact, the "Suttee Goddess" section, written as it is with a very different narrative voice from the others, simply didn't feel like it belonged in the collection at all to me.
Some fabulous poems such as New York, Condolence Note: Los Angeles, Scout, and The Grief Game kept me coming back for more... Heartfelt, powerful symphonies of language. I simply wish more of the book were like those pieces.
Anxious to read more from this poet from the promise of this book, though.
I think many of Muske-Dukes' poems are simply not to my taste, but one cannot deny she is a dazzling wordsmith. For a collection I didn't feel too strongly about, there are four or five poems I will never forget and one poem, "Scout," which is now one of my favorite poems ever written.
Five sections: The Invention of Your Face, Acceleration, Pierce County, Suttee Goddess, and Scout. The four poems I noted are all in the latter section.