A new collection from one of our favorite poets. Fourteen “Idiot Psalms,” surrounded by dozens of other poems, make this his most challenging collection yet.
“Idiot Psalm 1”
O God Belovéd if obliquely so, dimly apprehended in the midst of this, the fraught obscuring fog of my insufficiently capacious ken, Ostensible Lover of our kind—while apparently aloof—allow that I might glimpse once more Your shadow in the land, avail for me, a second time, the sense of dire Presence in the pulsing hollow near the heart. Once more, O Lord, from Your Enormity incline your Face to shine upon Your servant, shy of immolation, if You will.
When you read this little book of poems, two things happen.
First, you find yourself caught up with Cairns in a striving and reaching, a sort of grasping for something more - a deeper meaning, “a glistening, a quality, a presence of light” that seems, with the help of these poems, to just be almost ... there. The enthusiasm in his poetry for trying to understand the deeper meanings of things, of words, and of feeling is infectious. He makes words mean more. He makes ideas go farther than you would think they could go. And then he tells you with his poetry that this is just the beginning. For example:
“And if the tribal dialect has yet to be sufficiently restored,
and if the pique and pallor of the public discourse yet continues
to obscure and to efface without the merest tremor of chagrin, one
might nonetheless resolve to hold the line within, whenever possible ...”
Second, the entire book of Psalms in Scripture itself will be, even if only a little, changed for you. There is something about Cairns modernized new psalms (along with the instructions “accompanied by Jew’s harp,” “accompanied by baying hounds,” “whispered mid the Philistines, beneath the breath,” etc.) that seems to open up what psalms are really meant for. You’ll understand, just a little better, why and what psalms CAN mean.
I closed this book feeling humbled and just a little ashamed that I spend so much time doing and reading and thinking things that have so little to do with what matters.
“... How long has glib presumption kept us both unschooled and pleased with our elaborate unschooling? ...”
I don’t quite see how anyone could read this little book without suddenly looking wide eyed around them and also suddenly savoring every syllable and rhythm of spoken language.
Some of the poems are just a tad too oblique for me (as another reviewer commented, there is sometimes a "better hint of potential than an example of it"), but when Cairns is good, he's really good. Favorites in chronological order:
Articulation To What Might This Be Compared? Mystagogia Speculation along the Way Ex Oriente Lux Draw Near Annunciation Idiot Psalm 14
"Suddenly, with little warning, I become / for the moment more fully awake."
Just re-read this in 2019, roughly 4 years after I first encountered the collection. Idiot Psalms still remains one of my favorite collections of poetry. Scott Cairns speaks directly to that inner longing within me, seeking to apprehend the divine mystery amidst and within worldly joys and woes. I expect to grow old alongside this book.
Some of my favorites:
Another Road Home Idiot Psalm 3 Articulation Two Trees Speculation Along the Way Heavenly City (Ouranoupoli) Ex Oriente Lux When I Say I Ache for You
4.5 stars. Considering naming my band The Fragile Surround. Some amazing stuff, but starts to get a little repetitive by the end. Favorites, chronologically: Threnody Irreducible is what I'm after A Word And Why Theology? Idiot Psalm 3 The Fragile Surround Idiot Psalm 5 And Yet Another Page and Yet Articulation Idiot Psalm 6 Mystagogia Speculation along the Way Slow Boat to Byzantium Eremite Idiot Psalm 13 Erotikos Logos Idiot Psalm 14
I bought this little book of Christian poetry at the gift shop of the Queen of Angels Monastery of the Benedictine Sisters of Mount Angel in Saint Benedict, Oregon. The sisters don't have all that much shelf space in their bookstore, so they don't offer junk. Scott Cairns earned his B.A. from Western Washington University in 1977, an M.A. from Hollins University in 1979, an M.F.A. from Bowling Green State University in 1981, and a PhD from the University of Utah in 1990. He has taught at Kansas State University, Westminster College, the University of North Texas, and Old Dominion University. At the time of this writing, he is Professor of English and Creative Writing at the University of Missouri but is also the director of Seattle Pacific University's low-residency MFA program in creative writing. It is his two connections to the State of Washington which make his stuff so good. This book of poetry contains a variety of poems and specifically fourteen Psalms of Isaac, also known as the Idiot Psalms. Not all of them are great; some are just good. The first is probably the best and illustrates the genre. He addresses God as "beloved" but with great difficulty because of the divine propensity to obscure and disguise both the holy identity and the holy presence. It is difficult to love a deity so hard to pin down, he complains. He laments that, when one feels the need for a very present god the most, God seems least present. He remembers times when God felt very near and wishes the there was some way to entice, induce and inveigle the Almighty to become more evident on demand. His prayers remind me, in many way, of those of Tevye in "Fiddler on the Roof." Cairns writes Christian poetry, but you can't get much more Jewish than this. He even suggests its reading be accompanied by Jew's Harp. This guy is not only deep and real, he is funny.
One of my poetry professors said that good poetry tends to speak to your intuition before your intellect, and that is so true of Cairns’s poetry. There were times I found myself with tears in my eyes and overwhelmed by the beauty and cadence of his words, yet could not explain to you what the poem was even about. This book was excellent, and I am eager to read it again more slowly and intricately in the future, but I am glad I read it as a whole and just soaked it in first. Highly recommend.
I like Cairns a good amount and he did not disappoint here. Though nothing breathtaking, he has a humble meditative approach to the human struggle after true insight that I find quite refreshing.
"The world remains a puzzle, no matter how many weeks one stands apart from it, no matter how one tries to see its troubled surfaces, or hopes to dip beneath them for a glimpse of what it is that makes this all appear to tremble so." - Heavenly City (Ouranoúpoli)
Collection of religious poetry; I enjoyed most but didn’t really love any. Strangely, I can’t remember where I heard about this author...I would read more by him but wish I knew how this ended up on my radar!
This collection is a brilliant study in bringing the gravity and universality of Christian Theology into the life of the individual. A powerful testament to poetry's grasp upon the transcendent and immanent.
I enjoyed Scott's book far more than I thought I would upon starting out. I suspect our similar interests in the ecstatic and earnest spirituality will have me return to the book to pore over the poems I haven't quite cracked (hence the 3-star review).
Granted I'm extremely generous in rating, but even with that...a wonderful book of poetry, especially for an idiot soul such as myself. (I have the book - paper, not the e-book.)
This slow pilgrim reclines on an amber-lit and comfortably cushioned desk chair altogether anguished, disgruntled, grumpy, humbled, perhaps, insufferable. These idiot psalms suggest to this dear and idiotic psalm reader a heightened sense of agency if not urgency to slow way down in the early late hours of our reading habits and a particularly scrupulous attention paid choice word by choice word.
Cairns' best collection to date, for my money. Nevertheless, I suspect it will prove less accessible to readers unfamiliar with, at very least, his spiritual memoir or perhaps one of his poetry volumes from the early 2000s. Having that bit of context clarifies, for instance, why the idiot psalms are attributed to "Isaak" and where several of the poems are set. (Saint Isaak of Syria is his name saint; Cairns has visited Mount Athos in Greece a number of times.)
I am only an occasional reader of poetry, but I do appreciate Cairn's poetry, much of it is related to themes in the Orthodox Church. Several very good poems in this collection, though this would not be my favorite of his books. His Idiot Psalms are a clever retelling of psalmody in a modern mode.
I can hear Scott's voice in these poems, perhaps because I've heard them read aloud several times. But then there is also the delicate infusion of orthodoxy and negation, subtle wit, and love of the body.