Remember three stars is a good, average read for me with a few challenges. I love Joan Baez and appreciate her music, activism, and dedication to nature and community. I wasn’t sure if her collection would be about her mother, motherhood, and maybe nature, activism type things but I hoped so. It did say it was a hodgepodge of her writings over the years. And that is what it was for sure.
I did love a few of the poems so much. I wish the entire collection had been ones of deep familial connection, regrets, humanity, or nature. I feel she flourishes in nature poetry. Some of my favorites were: “Goodbye to the Black and White Ball,” “The Field,” “Gray Sea,” “Yosemite,” “Whitecaps,” “Herons and Blackberries,” “Big Sur,” “Birdsong,” “Queen of the Mountain.” These were deep, touching, beautiful, and full of love for nature and for people/family.
There are poems of her own life as a mother and with that loss, of other family members, some of her mom, and a very long one at the end that is the title of the collection as well, leaving one to believe it is a lot about her mother, but in reality it is about Joan and her own life instead. Her own ponderings on each step of the way. I preferred the poems of hers steeped in the now as she wondered on the journey.
What challenged me as an editor with it was just how hodgepodged it was seemingly having no theme identified by publisher, nor, even put into parts, the parts didn’t coordinate into themes or same works. It went from one thing to the next completely different and it was a bit jarring for me. Some of the poems I really didn’t care for, some were juvenile and should never have been put in this collection, and some, I felt they needed work, or would have been better with work. Many endings were abrupt, but not to any cool effect either (trust me, as a poet myself I am one that doesn’t conform). Some of the poems were actually more like journal entries, not even prose poems. So yes, I feel with a strong editor giving it a helping hand it could have been a beautiful keepsake. The strong poems were done a disservice, and her legacy, by including those other scribbles that didn’t carry their weight.
Some of the poems here deeply resonated and were stunningly beautiful. I’m glad I read it for those. But I wanted/want more of those. Those of nature and with longing, regret, and triumphs. It would have been so amazing just to hug an entire collection of those poems I loved above, which were absolutely lovely.