Descartes asked, How can I know that I am not now dreaming? The Certainty Dream poses similar questions through poetry, but without the trappings of traditional philosophy. Kate Hall’s bracingly immediate, insistently idiosyncratic debut collection lays bare the tricks and tools of her a mynah bird perches in poems but 'stands for nightingale'; the poet’s antelope turns transparent; she dresses up her orange trees with bark and leaves. As the dream world and the waking world blur, the body and the dimensions it inhabits become a series of overlapping circles, all acting as containers for both knowledge and uncertainty. At times disarmingly plainspoken, at others, singing with lyric possibility, these poems make huge associative leaps. Taken together, they present the argument that to truly 'know' something, one must first recognize its traces in something else.
This is one of my first books into poetry. As someone who studied philosophy, mainly epistemology and ethics, this was interesting - but it felt very disjointed.
‘Mynah - Last Time’ was one of my favourites, but many poems read as the author writing for herself. I’m not very well versed in poetry, so I’m giving a higher rating for the benefit of the doubt.
Themes of grief, very loosely reminiscent of ‘to the lighthouse’ by Virginia Woolf (who is name dropped in one of the poems).
The poems of The Certainty Dream by Kate Hall all have that clear-eyed, precise and utterly wacky conviction about what is right according to the opaque, hilarious and sometimes terrifying logic of dreams. This conviction (certainty, indeed) permeates almost every poem in this strong first collection, but "This is a Dream Letter" is an especially haunting standout.
Bird and flight imagery also pervades much of the work here, just as the inexplicable but perfectly logical ability to fly often shows up in many dreams. However, Hall's birds are not always soaring and trilling sweet songs. As well, the bird imagery is sometimes slyly and perhaps menacingly counterbalanced by cat imagery.
The Certainty Dream's inclusion in the 2010 Griffin Poetry Prize Canadian shortlist was both charmed and deserving. It was charmed in that Hall shared the shortlist with the late PK Page, who was an early mentor as Hall embarked on what will undoubtedly be a notable literary career ... and charmed as well because she shared it with Karen Solie, this year's Canadian winner who previously appeared on the Griffin shortlist with a lauded and memorable debut collection. And yes, the inclusion is deserving, because The Certainty Dream is singular and assured and explores intriguing territory, as summed up in the Griffin judges' citation:
"As the dream world and the waking world blur, the body and the dimensions it inhabits become a series of overlapping circles, all acting as containers for both knowledge and uncertainty. At times disarmingly plainspoken, at others, singing with lyric possibility, these poems make huge associative leaps."
Perhaps this snippet from "Suspended in the Space of Reason: A Short Thesis" suggests that Hall intends to hone further her creative acuity and demand much of herself as she embarks on her particular literary journey:
Bats basically scream until they hear their voices echo off bugs and trees. Then they know where they are and exactly what and how large the thing is they are hunting. ... Yesterday I yelled at myself and nothing came back at all.
Coach House sure does make beautiful books. I enjoyed reading this book but, when finished, couldn’t find a hook on which to hang a review. Maybe file this under “pretty pretty.” (Yes I know this book was nominated for a Griffin.) CHBooks online has this to say about it. http://www.chbooks.com/catalogue/cert...