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C: Poems
Fred Chappell has long been considered one of the South's finest writers of both fiction and poetry. C not only provides abundant justification for that assessment but also makes clear the inadequacy of the geographical stricture; Chappell is indeed a writer of world-class stature.
C is of course the roman numeral for one hundred - the precise number of poems that appear in this dazzling collection. Delicate, highly wrought miracles of compression and insight, these pieces gleam with passion, humor, and intelligence. Like many things that gleam, however, they also have sharp edges, and while they may make us laugh, they can also wound. Chappell himself perhaps voices this warning most eloquently in "Proem":
In such a book as this,/ The poet Martial says,/ Some of the epigrams/ Shall have seen better days,/ And some are hit-or-miss;/ But some - like telegrams - / Deliver intelligence/ With such a sudden blaze/ The shine can make us wince.
At times Chappell's tone is acerbic, as in this sly comment on the self-indulgence of some confessional "If my peccadilloes were so small / I never would undress at all," a couplet that would surely draw a delighted chuckle from Alexander Pope himself. With the apparent effortlessness of a master, Chappell also can suffuse a poem with sensual wonder; in "A Glorious Twilight," for example, an ecstatic speaker rhapsodizes about a woman painting her nails "such a brilliant shade of bright / she seems to have sprouted 22 fingers." And sometimes his jeweler's eye and the sheer artfulness of his language align the shutters of our perception so precisely that we can see for a hushed instant the incandescence of the everyday moment, "As common as air, / Startling as fire."
Satirical or elegiac, bitter or rejoicing, giddy or profound, each of these one hundred poems is unnervingly alive. All readers who delight in observing an artist at the height of his powers are sure to find C both an inspiration and an eloquent reminder that poetry - language squeezed against the unsayable until it burns - remains our last fragile link with the infinite.
C is of course the roman numeral for one hundred - the precise number of poems that appear in this dazzling collection. Delicate, highly wrought miracles of compression and insight, these pieces gleam with passion, humor, and intelligence. Like many things that gleam, however, they also have sharp edges, and while they may make us laugh, they can also wound. Chappell himself perhaps voices this warning most eloquently in "Proem":
In such a book as this,/ The poet Martial says,/ Some of the epigrams/ Shall have seen better days,/ And some are hit-or-miss;/ But some - like telegrams - / Deliver intelligence/ With such a sudden blaze/ The shine can make us wince.
At times Chappell's tone is acerbic, as in this sly comment on the self-indulgence of some confessional "If my peccadilloes were so small / I never would undress at all," a couplet that would surely draw a delighted chuckle from Alexander Pope himself. With the apparent effortlessness of a master, Chappell also can suffuse a poem with sensual wonder; in "A Glorious Twilight," for example, an ecstatic speaker rhapsodizes about a woman painting her nails "such a brilliant shade of bright / she seems to have sprouted 22 fingers." And sometimes his jeweler's eye and the sheer artfulness of his language align the shutters of our perception so precisely that we can see for a hushed instant the incandescence of the everyday moment, "As common as air, / Startling as fire."
Satirical or elegiac, bitter or rejoicing, giddy or profound, each of these one hundred poems is unnervingly alive. All readers who delight in observing an artist at the height of his powers are sure to find C both an inspiration and an eloquent reminder that poetry - language squeezed against the unsayable until it burns - remains our last fragile link with the infinite.
- GenresPoetry
52 pages, Hardcover
First published March 1, 1993
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About the author
Fred Chappell
106 books120 followersFred Davis Chappell retired after 40 years as an English professor at University of North Carolina at Greensboro. He was the Poet Laureate of North Carolina from 1997-2002. He attended Duke University.
His 1968 novel Dagon, which was named the Best Foreign Book of the Year by the Academie Française, is a recasting of a Cthulhu Mythos horror story as a psychologically realistic Southern Gothic.
His literary awards include the Prix de Meilleur des Livres Etrangers, the Bollingen Prize, and the T. S. Eliot Prize.
His 1968 novel Dagon, which was named the Best Foreign Book of the Year by the Academie Française, is a recasting of a Cthulhu Mythos horror story as a psychologically realistic Southern Gothic.
His literary awards include the Prix de Meilleur des Livres Etrangers, the Bollingen Prize, and the T. S. Eliot Prize.
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May 21, 2021
miserable man. and retired from uncg, no less!
July 26, 2016
A collection of fun, quick, witty poems. Not exceptionally good poetry, but something nice to read nonetheless! If you see it at the library, I would definitely say give it a chance! A good introduction to contemporary poetry, maybe, to a high schooler trying to escape out from under those musty old things they teach in school.
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