Another masterpiece from the Rattle Chapbook Prize Series – Arzola’s poems are beautiful, quiet, and clear. While the topics are often serious and sad, as you’d expect, Arzola knows we listen more closely when someone whispers. His writing with its musical repetition and carefully chosen metaphors is the wind in our ear, telling us the world’s secrets. The language is compressed, clean, and cuts straight to the truth.
I found a quiet peace that reminded me at times of Buddhist, Asian, and native American poetry. For example, in “The Difference Between Me, a Rock, and a Tree,” the poet tells us that because a rock can’t move or speak, “it keeps still and listens.” “A tree had learned to be patient, /To give with the wind…./…to pay attention.” Yet we can tell Arzola has also learned those skills of the natural world.
I’d like to share just a few more favorite quotes. “Richard Smith” is about the foreman who oversees the migrant workers and hillbillies. In the morning, he greets them with a nod to mean that it’s time to get to work, turns around and walks to the truck:
"....He didn’t have to say it or look back to see if we’d moved.
Every morning we moved. Always we moved.
Grabbing dented lunchboxes and wrinkled paper bags
like they were life preservers, as if we believed we could be saved.
We began yanking at the day then, pulling quitting time toward us like
a tangled rope…"
“A Note to Thomas Wolfe” begins
"It turns out that you can go home again.
And once home there will be
things that will poke at your memory.
Doors will open …
harder than you remember…."