Originally published in 1984 to great acclaim, including being awarded the Texas Institute of Letters Poetry Prize, this stirring collection of poems pairs and often plays against the mythologies of the author’s mixed Greek and Mexican heritage. A strong work of feminism, the pieces blend historical characters with contemporary settings and address issues that include San Antonio street life, racism, mass killings, and foreign wars.
For eight decades, Texas has selected a poet laureate each year to promote poetry across the state. After a five-year hiatus that began in 1996, a committee of the state legislature continued these appointments, drawing the attention of 21st-century Texans to the richness of our regional verse.
The 50th person (and first Latina) to take up the mantle and become the 2013 Texas Poet Laureate is Rosemary Catacalos, a writer possessed of strong lyricism, deep insight and a knack for exploring vital human issues without beating a political drum. To celebrate her selection, Wings Press has re-released her 1983 collection, the aptly titled Again for the First Time.
In an amazing series of pieces that manage to be both deeply personal and ringingly universal, Catacalos draws on her Greek and Mexican heritage to weave mythological allusion, lively anecdote and poignant epiphany into a tapestry of remarkably balanced tone and style. Clear, uncluttered language and precise imagery convey her beautiful (if often tearfully sobering) insights into human existence.
The collection is a strong one. Some of my favorites are “Katakalos” and “Mnemosyno,” moving paeans to the poet’s grandfather Sam; “One Man’s Family,” in which an indigent person’s communion with dogs uncovers great truths; “A Vision of La Llorona,” which artfully uses the legend to illuminate a mother’s loss; “Odysseus Comes up with a Heroic Cure for Time,” with its wholly in-character carpe diem message; and the whole cycle of Ariadne poems, each employing the myth to explore relationships.
An older collection from a local San Antonio poet that was republished in 2013. Many of the poems are inspired by Greek mythology (Catacalos has both Greek and Mexican heritage), and even the poems that aren't still have a bit of a myth-like feel to them. Ordinary people and situations are given outsized importance to entertaining effect. Lots to admire with the language here, but I didn't find most of the poems to be particularly moving.
Again For The First Time, Rosemary Catacalos Wings Press 978-1-60940-327-0 $16, 79 pgs
This is the Wings Press thirtieth anniversary edition of Again For The First Time by Rosemary Catacalos, first published in 1984 by Tooth of Time Books (New Mexico). Ms. Catacalos is the granddaughter of Greek and Mexican immigrants to San Antonio and this heritage has produced a rich brew. "Ariadne of the Treacherous Thread" appears in many of these poems and haunts the others. The author's words sound like time immemorial, like memory itself, bone-deep and connected through all of los ancianos who came before. Ms. Catacalos convinces me that the drums I sometimes hear are indeed real and that I can perform magic - that I am magic. If we listen to her she will help us learn how to live more appreciatively. And how to die: a respectful nod to time followed by a grin and a wink. True story.
My favorites:
"MNEMOSYNO"
in memory of Sam Sinkin
A man dies suddenly and just as suddenly a certain wave of the hand, the rumple of a linen jacket, the simple drumbeat of his laughter, become crucial in a way that yesterday they were not. Now that there will never be time for that cup of coffee we were always going to have and that discussion of the Bill of Rights. Now that I'll never get to ask you about the special way this world fit together for a man who built a western-wear factory and read more than most and whose mother had kept her samovar boiling and boiling in a strange country. Now that what you have taken with you is yours And what each of us remembers of you is ours, this is what you have given me to keep: The bittersweet cries of Yaacov's accordion at Steven Ross' wedding feast. Your hand softly beating time on the hotel tablecloth. The faraway look in your eyes as you watched us dance the hora, our arms and legs waving like an ancient line of seaweed swaying on the floor of the Mediterranean. The way all at once your face shone as though you were not only seeing us, as though you were seeing peace and hearing the world's heart pound for joy in this dance that Jews, Arabs, Greeks, Turks, Armenians, brothers in time and music, all hold in common trust. The way at that moment you knew something, remembered something that had long been lost to this earth. It was just then that Cousin Hana called to you from the line of dancers, jolted you back to this celebration in this hotel in Texas. Sam, she cried. Sam! Come and dance! Everybody dance! I remember the playful wave you gave her and the way your eyes almost shut with sudden laughter. And you shouted back I am dancing! You were dancing, Sam, and now that it's become so crucial we see you're dancing still.
"AGAIN ARIADNE"
The thread you say I've loosened idly, reeling out, reeling in, to tease you, confuse you. No, please believe me. This thread is not a game. It has the same rhythm as my breathing. I spin with it day and night until the wheel leaves me dizzy. I suffer and nearly go blind with every knot and tangle. My fingers bleed all over the loom from so much trying. To make this love I give a fit cloth for the world, something to wear proudly.
Rosemary Catacalos was the 2013 Poet Laureate of Texas.