On small press publishing

Teresa Carmody.
Teresa Carmody.

There are three things I want to tell you about publishing and community.


Increasingly, I see publishing as the act of making language public. That action may result in a book, a broadside, a postcard, a wall installation, or an audio tour. In any case, it results in something that can be experienced away from the body of the “writer.” Publishing includes curation and framing. Always. If I print 100 copies of my beautiful new poem, and pass these poems out to you, then I am publishing within a frame. There is the size of the paper, the color, the font, the layout. The method of delivery. I pass a single sheet of paper out to you at an academic conference. I may send several sheets of paper in the mail, paper that is perfect bound, trimmed, covered, and called a book. I may sell that book to you at the AWP book fair, at LitFest Pasadena, or at a reading. I may put a postcard in that book, a postcard printed with a line from a poem by Jennifer Karmin, and when you send that postcard in the mail, you help me publish too.

Les Figues publishes books. We also curate events, which we often record. We have worked in other capacities too. We have participated in extended residencies and/or collaborations with other organizations, such as Los Angeles Contemporary Exhibitions and the Metabolic Studio.

There is more to say, but let me conclude this first point here: the form of the publication affects the content, and distribution is part of the form.


On the subject of community: I like the idea of community, but the idea of community requires the obedience or consent of its members. Community is made through agreement. People agree to a set of values; they agree to enforce those values as a community. The community is considered good. The pursuit of the ideal is considered good. When a group has an idea of “good” as something abstract and separate from individual actions, then individuals may begin to act in perfectly horrible ways and call it good. They may act horribly in the name of good, and so language becomes violent.

We must consider both ideas and actions. Theory and praxis. She may say she loves the people, but how does she treat the folk? (Another question: who does she count amount the folk?)

In the lovely, beautiful world of poetry, community is an ideal. Poets love their communities; we are at a conference about emergent communities. Community has both an economic value and a social value. For poets, the ability to speak the discourse of community is a career asset.

Community is often the most that we have. Community is a feeling. And I like to feel.


The mission of Les Figues is not to publish per se, but to create conversations between readers, writers, and artists. Publication creates one kind of conversation between a reader and a writer. There are other conversations too, and I consider all of these to be the work — the idea and practice — of Les Figues.


1. Confirm time and format with Q.E.D. writers/participants Lincoln Tobier, Brian Teare, and Michael du Plessis.

2. Fill orders. Pick postcard to include in package. Consider the purchase and which other book they may like.

3. Talk to Melissa Buzzeo about her performance on violence and community at Naropa. Oh, it sounds like it was very good!

4. April, current intern, coming in today. She really likes to hand-make books and use the spiral-binding machine. Perfect. 

5. Go to Metabolic Studio. Meet with Terence and Janet about distribution of Preserving a Home for Veterans. Finish preparing cover files, and give files to Larry for making plates. Double check that plates came out good. Double check Larry’s make-readys. Figured out that Larry printed about a quarter of a million sheets in order to make this book.

6. Yes, Coco and Matias. Let’s standardize the comma format.

7. Interview interns, along with board member Amy Hood.

8. Hire summer interns. Super excited about this upcoming group.

9. Read Elizabeth Hall’s edits of Trisha Low’s introduction to Lividity. Wonderful, Elizabeth. Wonderful, Trisha.

10. Continue.

This paper was presented at the Emergent Communities conference, University of California, Santa Cruz, May 4, 2012, at 2:30 p.m.

'Unsayable secrets' of diaspora's bodily history

Of the many recognitions that rush to mind as I read Nourbese Philip’s thirst-quenching essay, the boldest is the memory of a woman who, at a gathering of writers and scholars not many years ago asked me, in a hotly confidential tone, “but, Mecca, do black people really read?” She was a white woman much older than me, one who I knew, and who was very comfortable with her own relationship to words. Three facts about that moment burst forward as I read “Wor(l)ds Interrupted”: that I do not remember how I responded to the question, that I felt a furious block in my throat and body at its asking, and that the fury of that silence has shaped my dealings with language since.

Philip’s essay names that fury, gives it flesh, and lays out its work in the world. “Wor(l)ds Interrupted” breaks down the silence that surrounds black diasporic letters, and links it to a fleshy history that acts, moves, and speaks today. Black language, she shows, is written in ambivalence — in a vexed relationship to a form of expression that on one hand, no matter its purposes, “is always doing another function … proving your personhood,” and that on the other hand, extends from a history in which literacy itself is illicit, illegal, and dangerous. By remapping Caribbean history onto the corporeal, kinetic dimensions of Afrodiasporic experience, she shows how the fury of silencing abides within black language, and how any response — “literate” or otherwise, “legible” or not — is a railing against History’s continuing violences against Afrodiasporic humanity.

Here, this railing takes shape in the linguistic reconstruction of history’s body, and the forms through which histories can be told. Philip concurs with the logic of scholars like Kamau Brathwaite who, as she puts it, “insists that we do not speak in iambic pentameter   nevrhavnevrwill   that the nolanguageofourown is staccato explosive shattering on rocks …” Yet for Philip, Caribbean language’s resistance to Western literary conceits is a form in itself, one that “explodes” the meaning of linguistic/literary form by highlighting its inseparability from motion, movement, and corporeality. Thus, to Ezra Pound’s pantheon of legible poetic structures (which includes melopoeia as the influence of music, phanopoeia as the presence of the visual, and logopoeia as the place of memory in poetic hermeneutics), Philip demands that we “add kinopoesis” to account for the movements and experiences of bodies as a central presence in black diasporic literary texts.[1] Scratching past Pound’s prescriptive notions of “How to Read,” Philip reveals “a kinetic language drumming a beat with the bone of memory against the gun metal skin” of Afrodiasporic history. This poetics of movement reconfigures Pound’s “ordering of language” by subsuming each of its elements into the black body. It reveals the literate within black music, rewrites visual iconography of blackness, and does its work through and upon history’s persistent memory.

Philip’s kinopoeia is the dangerous, unspoken answer to the question of “How to Read” black language and literacy. It is the voice within what appears as black silence, a voice that, in its supposed illiteracy or illegibility, articulates the “unspeakable” places of death, violence, and impossible humanity in the living history of the African diaspora. Caribbean syncretic languages; black readers’ ambivalence toward the vexed necessity of literature; and black writers’ noncomformity to “the yambic pant pant panta meter” (a phrase that links the privileging of iambic pentameter to both the erotic and reproductive commodification of black bodies and the breathless silencing of black people) are all parts of Afrodiasporic unwriting of Western form.

Philip approaches this unwriting by recreating history as a craft tool. History, in Philip’s cartography, is both person and persona, figure and form. Taking as her point of departure the moment of Europe’s contact with Africa, when “History stopped dead in its tracks … took a deep breath then continued changed forever,” she opens space for another vision of History, one in which its use as a proper noun can reflect not only its Western imperial authority, but also its status as a character capable of choice, and of change. Like diasporic letters, this History is ambivalent, ambiguous, and inextricably linked to the body. Through an authoritative third-person voice, we are presented with the image of “the blank indifferent face,” but are also met with that face’s ability to “reflect … the linguistic distortions of the kari basin” and the diaspora.

Through this kinopoetic personification, Philip’s History can outreach third-person narrative authority and be absorbed into Philip’s first-person black woman voice. Her story begins as competing “scripts and histories” clash around the Caribbean,

Exchanging fluids with the atlantic across a chain of islands bulwarked
against an ocean bearing the dying and the dead …   here History stopped
dead in its tracks   hiccupped   took a deep breath then continued changed

tries her tongue … coming from this place of inter/ruption    of eruption
and irruption   from explosion and plain ole ruckshun  so    I was thinking  
to force the unhistory of the kari basin into a logical linear script doing the
experience    (is it an experience or an event that repeats itself in
syncopated time)   a second violence   it retraumatizing in today’s tongue  
so   the contradictions hanging right out there

When Philip’s ungendered, past-tense History stops “dead in its tracks,” it gives way to a woman figure, who “tries her tongue” at speaking history into the present tense. This female voice is an “irruption” into a dominant masculinist, patriarchal narrative of imperialism, separated from its former self by a full (though fractured) line of white space, but proceeding along the horizontal plane of the page nearly without pause. The feminine voice of History quickly becomes Philip’s own narration, as, speaking through History’s first person, she explains linguistic violence against Caribbean people from her perspective as a black Caribbean woman — a speech act that corrects the very historical miswriting it names.

By subsuming History’s body into a black female voice tuned against hegemonies of form, Philip draws connections between historical linguistic violences and those violences’ most silenced objects — black women’s bodies. She creates a History whose “tongue” works not only against white linguistic dominance, but also as “a tributary that can contain the blachisseuse  the washer woman  the higgler the jamette  the obeah woman and  mad bad black witches   a tributary coming from dis place    the space between      /me myself and i ’n i …” In eschewing mono-vocal narration, disavowing the primacy of pentameter, and toppling the sacred “order” of European language, she makes space not only for what Brathwaite calls “the African aspect of experience in the Caribbean,” but also for black womanhoods silenced by imperialism and patriarchy alike.[2] Her irruptive poetics hails the quick-talking woman “higgler” (a British term used to describe market traders in Jamaica and elsewhere in the Caribbean); the defiant “blachisseuse” (from “blanchisseuse,” a term for French washer-women and the name of the village in former French colony Trinidad notoriously impossible to settle because of its corrugated terrain); and the simultaneous sexual autonomy and sexual objectification of the “jamette,” which Philip defines elsewhere as “A ‘loose’ woman, a woman of loose morals whose habitat is the street” (so called for “jambette,” the French term for “legs” or “leggy”).[3] All these figures become part of the multivocal chorus of “mad bad black” women from whose perspective Philip’s first-person voice re-speaks the history of black diasporic language.

As she turns to locate her own work in history’s maelstrom of misreadings of blackness, Philip’s voice becomes the voice of all these figures, and of the free-moving legs, elusive tongues, and unconquerable bodies they hail. And if we understand “dis place the space between” as Philip does in her groundbreaking essay of that title, as the space between black female legs, we see the way of Philip’s words as a “tributary” to unvoiced diasporic histories coming straight from their capacious, inaudible, furious sources. Or, more precisely, from black women’s wor(l)ds themselves.

So, with Philip’s closing reminder of the unspeakable erasure of black linguistic being “today,” I feel invited to read all this as the answer to that conference participant’s throat-choking question. The question of whether black people “really read” is a question of whether black people in the diaspora really write, really speak, or should bother to — a question about whether black languages can exist and matter in History’s grand scheme. To all of these questions, Philip delivers a guttural “yes,” unmissable and unmistakable by those who care to learn to hear it.




1. See Ezra Pound, How to Read (New York: Haskell House, 1971), 25–26.

2. See Kamau Brathwaite, History of the Voice (London: New Beacon Books, 1984), 260.

3. See Nourbese Philip’s “Dis Place The Space Between” in Feminist Measures: Soundings in Poetry and Theory, ed. Lynn Keller and Christianne Miller (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1994), 290.

Is 'Zong!' conceptual poetry? Yes, it isn’t.

M. NourbeSe Philip. Photo by A. L. Nielsen.

In Renegade Poetics: Black Aesthetics and Formal Innovation in African American Poetry, I discuss at length Harryette Mullen’s book-length blues epic, Muse & Drudge. Mullen is an African American poet whose work has been unreservedly embraced across a range of audiences as exemplary of black innovative poetics. Muse & Drudge — along with others of her books — is taught in courses designed to illuminate modernist and postmodernist genealogies within US poetry and, likewise, in courses surveying the tradition(s) of African American poetry. My analysis of Muse & Drudge identifies and problematizes the tendency for both of these contexts to produce (differently) skewed readings of this complex, polyvocal text. Especially of concern here, in the context of NourbeSe Philip’s brilliant and urgent meditation “Wor(l)ds Interrupted,” is the pattern I noted in which critics who are focused on avant-garde poetics are disposed to highlight the blues as a source of the “content” — including language and ethos — of Mullen’s text, while centering the treatment of its experimental structures and its innovative impulses around her readily acknowledged interest in Gertrude Stein’s work. I hoped that, by juxtaposing Muse & Drudge with other African American women’s innovations upon the epic tradition, my discussion of it would bring to the foreground the extent to which African American literature and culture not only constitute subject matter, but also motivate and generate many of the unusual formal gestures and principles that make the poem so irrepressibly alive and intellectually provocative.

Philip’s essay addresses an analogous issue, one that clearly troubles her. Just as Mullen’s experimentation is sometimes portrayed as indebted to Stein, Oulipo, and Language poetry in ways that downplay or distort important legacies of African American innovation upon which she draws, Philip has seen her most recent work, the book-length poem Zong!, claimed for the category of conceptual poetry in conversations that divorce it from the postcolonial Caribbean traditions with which her poetics are equally — or perhaps even more — engaged. She associates this move, in her own elliptical style, with similar ones made in other aesthetic contexts, in which the influence of European-originated formal devices, like iambic pentameter, are discussed in terms of their relative influence upon the work of a Derek Walcott or a Kamau Brathwaite. Instead, she suggests, these poets “tempt” or “resist” the traditional English meter, an active engagement in which their poetics alter the form as much as the inverse; she invites us to hear the rhythms of calypso and the “brathwaitian current” of “nation language” running through the “yambic pant pant panta meter” that the encounter between English and “kari basin” prosody engenders. As to Zong!’s relationship to conceptual poetry in particular, she recognizes the affinities between them: “erasure of the author     apparent appropriation of found text     working within a rigidly defined set of rules    its composition is inextricably linked to the computer.” But, she insists, “you lose something” by reading her work solely through that frame — something that underlies and emerges within the text that she calls “spiritual,” for lack of a more satisfying term.

Philip insists upon the importance of ritual in “afrosporic” work like Zong! that is fundamentally connected to our sensual, embodied experience of the wor(l)d: “there is very little space to speak of the ritual function of poetry …     which comes out of a particular extended historical moment that is the kya kya kya kari basin   a moment that extends into the present    is resonant     am tempted to say     redolent     with aspects of ritual and spirit.” These ritual enactments of spirituality in the “kari basin” are vitally connected for her with the survival of African cultural and spiritual practices that slavery and colonization tried to destroy. Emphasizing the way such practices hid themselves in plain sight, Philip asks: “is zong! perhaps a ritual work masquerading as a conceptual work?” Perhaps. As Édouard Glissant has asserted, “We demand the right to opacity.”[1] But if so, the decision to use the conceptual as “mask” for the ritual should not be discounted, but instead treated as an equally important element of the poem.

I totally understand and appreciate Philip’s argument that her goals for the poem and its achievements exceed the boundaries of “conceptual work,” as such work is typically described in avant-garde poetry circles. Her resistance to having Zong! reduced to a “purely” cerebral, wholly process-oriented work is in part a refusal to perpetuate the familiar paradigm in which black writing is instrumentalized as a means of “proving your personhood.”[2] Additionally, this resistance marks the vital significance of the poem’s dual (at least) impulses: Zong! enacts a critique, but also effects a catharsis or, more accurately, works through a problem that lies at the intersection of the emotions, the psyche, and the soul, if such a thing can be spoken of in the twenty-first century’s secular spaces. Bearing these points firmly in mind, I want to argue for the importance, nonetheless, of continuing to situate Zong! in the conversation about conceptual poetry. As indicated by the title of the powerful little volume by Vanessa Place and Robert Fitterman, Notes on Conceptualisms, the contours of conceptual poetry are still very much in flux. The visibility of a work like Zong! within the field of vision of this debate may push critics and scholars to work beyond notions of “pure” and “impure” commitments to certain rigidly process-based notions of conceptualism, to develop a working definition that can accommodate broader, more (w)holistic approaches. The OED reminds us that while the current definition of “conceptual” focuses entirely on the brain — “of, pertaining to, or relating to mental conceptions or concepts” — a now obsolete definition of “concept,” as a transitive verb, evoked the (female) body’s reproductive capacity — “to conceive (in the womb)” — which suggests a connection that the related word “conceive” still invites us to make. Place and Fitterman make a space for this argument (without necessarily making this argument) in their Notes:

7a1. If conceptual writing is considered as representation, it must be considered as embodied. As embodied, it must be considered as gendered. As gendered, it must be considered. Race is also a consideration. Consideration is what is given to complete the acceptance of any contractual offer. The social contract hinges on such embodied considerations.[3]

That a poem highlights the raced and gendered body, as such, then, need not automatically expel it from the realm of “conceptual work.”

But Philip’s writing pushes us to take the question one step further, to ask whether conceptual poetry can embrace not only mind and body, but the third thing — call it “spirit” or “soul” — that calls for and is nurtured by ritual. Jay Wright has this to say about the risk Philip takes in following her vision in this direction, in the afterword to his poem The Double Invention of Komo:

A poet who has a theory of existence, in which spirit and vision matter — one, in which, like Bambara, he conceives of society as a living, articulated body, where all parts have complementary roles in constant relation — must inure himself to the sneer in his audiences’ voices. They believe him enthralled to something static, immature, and exotic. The creative ground this poet finds in ritual can at best be tolerated.[4]

The poet risks this misapprehension because of the vital importance of her work: “as the truly guiding sensibility of [her] community, [she] continually leads the way in recreating the progressive forms of the communal myth.”[5] Zong! is in this like work by other innovative black poets in the “(k)new world” — such as Anne Spencer’s garden poetry, Nathaniel Mackey’s ongoing serial Song of the Andoumboulou, Will Alexander’s Exobiology as Goddess, and, of course, Wright’s Double Invention of Komo — insofar as this poetry is similarly — visionarily — concerned with metaphysical questions or issues of cosmology. In my recent essay on Zong!, I deliberately included a close reading of one of the poems, in order to open the discussion of the text to elements therein that a focus exclusively on the concept and process of its creation may not be able to adequately illuminate.[6] The emergence and particularities of the work’s “spiritual” facets are among those I attempted to engage (though not explicitly under that heading). Future close readings that critics will, I hope, perform, should enable us to think productively about what the aleatory aspects of Philip’s process make space for in spiritual terms.

Let the concept of the “kari basin” be a model for the concept of (a) “conceptualism”: a “site of massive interruptions,” where “scripts and histories jam up against each other creating trough and mountain       in shake and shudder shimmy fault lines adjust themselves attempting to fix History and free the future.”



1. Édouard Glissant, The Poetics of Relation, trans. Betsy Wing (Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1997), 189. Jonathan Monroe gets credit for reminding me of Glissant’s formulation when he quoted it on the May 20, 2012, podcast of PoemTalk.

2. Vanessa Place and Robert Fitterman’s essay “Notes on Conceptualisms,” in the book of the same title, introduces the discourse of “purity” into their discussion (see, e.g., 16). Place and Fitterman, Notes on Conceptualisms (Brooklyn: Ugly Duckling Press, 2010).

3. Ibid., 35.

4. Jay Wright, The Double Invention of Komo (Austin: University of Texas Press, 1980), 112.

5. Here Wright quotes Isadore Okpewho, from his paper “Principles of Traditional African Art.”

6. Evie Shockley, “Going Overboard: African American Poetic Innovation and the Middle Passage,” in “American Poetry, 2000–2009,” ed. Michael Davidson, special issue, Contemporary Literature 52, no. 4 (Winter 2011): 791–817.

Wor(l)ds Interrupted

The Unhistory of the Kari Basin

                                                    … site of massive interruptions    for the most part fatal    first nations  african  asian european life        interrupted     like tectonic plates these once-upon-a-time discourses  scripts and  histories jam up against each other to create trough and mountain     in shake shudder and shimmy fault lines adjust themselves  attempting  to fix History and free the future —
around the kari basin 
                                           exchanging fluids with the atlantic across a chain of islands bulwarked against an ocean bearing the dying and the dead        brushed and touched in its most secret places by the northeast trades that bring  sahara dust and hurucan           here History stopped     dead in its tracks    hiccupped      took a deep breath then continued changed  forever
                                                                 she tries her tongue[1] … coming from this place of inter/ruption   of eruption and irruption     from explosion and plain ole ruckshun[2]    so   i was thinking    to force the unhistory of the kari basin into a logical linear script doing the experience      (is it an experience or an event that repeats itself in syncopated time)   a second violence    it retraumatizing in today’s tongue    so   the contradictions  hanging right out there where  english is my mother tongue   is my father tongue … is a foreign anguish[3]     synapses waiting   for a pulse   a charge of energy that jumping across    the yawning gap ontological and  epistemological   that is      and is History  that is    the kari basin   home to the  poor/path-/less harbour/less spade … [4]    drifting along a  current  towards the sea that is History — [5]
                                                    have you no language of your own/no way of doing things    the rich old european lady asks the emigrants   did you spend all those holidays/at England’s apron strings[6]     this current  insists that we do not speak in iambic pentameter   nevrhavnevrwill   that the nolanguageofourown  is staccato  explosive[7] shattering on rocks volcanic and coral alike     surrounded by a sea     now an aquamarine that beckons     now a hard and baleful steel grey that repels      nolanguageofourown  moves   is restless   is kinetic    add kinopoesis to pound’s ordering of language   phanopoesis  melopoesis  logopoesis    wherever european and african tongues have faced off against each other      wherever the european has attempted to impose his tongue on the african       the outcome has been a kinetic language drumming a beat with the bone of memory against the gun metal skin of the sea     scatting  soughing  coughing  laughing into vividity   patwa  nation language creole pidgin vernacular demotic[8] an ting an ting …
                         many rivers feeding  this current i calling brathwaitian     many rivers we done cross    carrying the memory   marronage[9] exile  hurucan and volcano    they criss and cross the kari basin regardless of language  so that césaire[10] martiniquan poet turned mayor    founder of negritude  tells us   nous sommes un peuple du volcan     we are a people of the volcano    nor was he talking only of mt pelee[11]     nous sommes un peuple du volcan  that is                                 History  
violently spewing us out to take root wheresoever our spores land  in all the miscegenated fragmented languages of the kari basin    pushing up gainst that yambic pant pant panta meter to yowl in the blank indifferent face of History     that is the sea     as the voice catches   breaks     into spiritual caiso mento reggae calypso rapso dub rap dance hall and … stateside it would be blues jazz r&b rock and hip hop …  
                                                                 walcott  tempts then tames the iambic pentameter    sparring with the dactyls of calypso in the spoiler’s return   I see these islands and I feel to bawl / “area of darkness” with v.s. nightfall this is an other current  winding and wining[12] its way to the archipelagic necklace around the neck of the History as odysseus  sails into the kari basin    the other mediterranean   home to those  poor path-/less harbour-/less spade (s)  who today cleave the waves of the original medi-terranean      the between of africa and europe     look to europe for salvation   exchanging accra lagos tunis for lampedusa     a new and not so new middle passage freighted yet again with african bodies    here in this not so new world that paz[13] reminds us began as a european idea where we need must imagine the past the better to remember the future    in this new mediterranean         that is perhaps a mediation between    africa asia  europe and first peoples    the islands lock arms    circle the sea   the kari basin   turn their backs on the atlantic    at least temporarily
                                                                                         she tries … is a postmodern text  the german critic insists to me many many years ago and i   remembering the socratic method used by a former law professor reply   it is if you say it is     but  you losing something      perhaps   the most significant aspect of it if      don’t you  understand how the kya kya kya[14]  kari basin postmodern long before the term was coined    code switching  bricolage  the “end” of History    all that and more    she tries … beginning in the swirling waters of the kari basin    
                                                              she tries    she listens     she hears  the echoes of the silence of the woman’s voice     like io the priestess turned heifer by zeus did     when she regained the power of speech    trying her tongue    as if for the first    the two currents meandering to the sea that is      History         carrying caliban                                                not sycorax   the mad bad witch from algiers                                      i too resist    
             the yambic pant pant panta meter to allow  the nonsense that is the genealogy of language in the kari basin to surface   ode to a daffodil and all that   attempting  a tributary that can contain the blanchisseuse   the washer woman  the higgler[15] the jamette[16] the obeah[17] woman and  mad bad black witches      a tributary coming from dis place    the space between[18]
                                                                                                    me myself and i ’n i have been trying to figure out what zong! is     a conceptual work i am told and once again       i understand why it fits the definition      or is it that the definition fits it  

erasure of the author
apparent appropriation of found text
working within a rigidly defined set of rules
its composition inextricably linked to the computer

       like the surface of the sea that is
                               zong! reflects the linguistic distortions of the kari basin      as well  it is simultaneously cipher and mask    raising  questions of what can be and can’t be said or spoken    pointing perhaps to a poetics of the unsayable   even less amenable to yambic pant pant panta meter     i digress here
                                                                 to talk  briefly of  haiti                               monstrosity/obscenity/blackened stump of a  tongue/ torn/ out/ withered/ petrified/burnt/on the pyres of silence[19] from whom the west averts its gaze while simultaneously considering it only through the lens of pity and charity      i reflect on haiti   to enter more deeply         the idea of cipher and mask                   the secret      the unsayable   which haiti presents  and re/presents       whether embraced or not the haitian revolution is one of the signature defining moments of  the modern kari basin   as the cuban revolution is for other reasons   nous sommes un peuple and all that
                                                                                                                                                  Not only were the revolution and its implications for the Enlightenment self-understanding of freedom repressed  from the modern historical and theoretical imagination, but they were also, to begin with, “unthinkable,” which is to say, indigestible, inassimilable, within the ready-made categories of European Enlightenment thought…[20] david scott writes repeating michel-rolph trouillot   
              or                              how does one write a history of the impossible[21]   
                                                                                                                                                which is my question  
                        how does one write a poetry of the impossible    can there be a  poetics
       of the impossible   the unsayable                                                                                              in other words  
tell the story that cannot be told yet             must be told        through  the cipher          the mask 
the secret     writing itself like the vévés[22] of voudon            spiritual designs scripted on the earth itself   in white powder    because there is so much the west is unable to digest   finds unthinkable   does not wish to   perhaps cannot       assimilate without itself changing     about the african     african practices and culture
              which brings me to music                            although there were laws
aplenty against the drum   against african music and dance      enslaved africans did not have to prove their personhood through music    indeed europeans often dismissed their music as noise    proof of their subhuman qualities    it was in language and through language  that they would have to prove      english is my mother tongue/is my father tongue[23]  if they could     control the language  speak it   write it   then they increased the possibility of being  the equal   of the white man or woman                  does this go some distance towards explaining why writing has not played a similar role as music in afrosporic communities     why it plays a more ambivalent role     it is  always signifying more than meaning    serving another function    proving your personhood     like christianity    evidence of  your distance     from your primitive african state
                                                         how then does this affect a poetics     
 a poetics of  that which cannot be said        there was and           possibly still is good
                                                                                        reason to distrust writing in the kari basin    after all its function was to record and encode laws that meant the obliteration of all connections for african peoples    it encapsulated the law that controlled you     defined you a thing   
                                               if you acquired it   it advertised your leaving something negative behind 
           if you didn’t you remained among the terrorised          expected to speak in yambic pant pant panta meter
                                        so we telling a story
                                                                                                                 in trinidad and tobago about
a book they calling ti talbay           the story saying that you could only read this book to a certain point    that if you reading beyond that point you going crazy     leaving your life and going to the forest to wander around for ever                                       and  i thinking           what a powerful cautionary tale about the power of writing and the word       and  the need to be careful of it in a society in which writing is charged with so much that is negative 
                                                                                                            is ritual perhaps the way through the unsayable is zong! perhaps a ritual work masquerading as a conceptual work          mirroring the act of stripping away the spirit of the african mask or carving          leaving only the form              the work  masquerading as something else while doing another kind of work     this is  how african spiritual and cultural practices have survived the hostile societies of the afrospora            it is how certain indigenous cultural practices survive the present day christianization and islamicization in africa
                                                                                                                                                             there is very little space  to speak of the ritual function of poetry particularly as it relates to a work like zong!     it comes out of a particular  historical moment that is the kya kya kya kari basin     a moment that extends into the present     is resonant     am tempted to say    redolent    with aspects of ritual and spirit      i think of zong! as doing a form of soul work for those who died unmourned       i think of the impossibility of ever knowing what happened      the impossibility of making whole    that which has been rent asunder    i think of writing in the face of the yawning chasm of oblivion that was the lot of africans and …
                                                                                                         at least three levels of impossibility
     — living  within the european idea that the not so new world begins with       an idea that makes no provision for the is in us    except perhaps as fodder
     — fragmentary records that pass as History in a deliberately amnesiac culture   
     — the lacunae in the master narratives as they relate to us    how to bypass the master narratives   
                                                                                                                                                       voices crackle    fade in
and out             as from a bad phone line      
                                                               the poetics of the fragment as a way to read the kari basin   to interpret
the ghostly voices
notes from a journal
I walk the beach almost every day and as is my custom I collect shells
I find the fragments of shell more beautiful than the whole ones… am aware of preferring
the broken ones and enjoying the challenge of trying to figure out the identity of the shell
from the fragment.   Again an awareness of how this mirrors issues here—we are
fragments of a whole but can still be identified as part of that whole.

The islands themselves are volcanic and coral fragments.
There is a  wholeness that exists in the fragment  — as the whole exists in the fragment of
the text, perhaps,  although not visible — as a memory, a resonance.   Found a cowrie
shell — the whole back is missing, but from the front the shell appears whole —  is
astonishingly beautiful.

  — the mode and mechanism of communication    language is    itself fatally flawed   designed to convey the european idea and ideal …  oh sinner man where you gonna run to
                                                                                                                             so perhaps ritual offers a way through this thicket of impossibles
                                                                                                                                                           masquing and secrecy weave themselves into the fabric of kari basin culture      the orisha divinities[24] masquerading as catholic saints    so ogun hides behind st michael and in turn st michael holding his sword made of iron stands in for ogun whose metal is iron    a secret held in the open     a silence translating itself into another language   santeria candomble lukumi voudon[25]  all work along these song lines of silence and unsilence   tempting translations of the unsayable     i am committed to retaining an  ambivalence of the sacred object       in this case the poem                and what better motif for ambivalence than the sea         tidal    ever shifting   ever changing    a liquid archive[26] that holds the secret of  History in subterranean spaces to release them all in its own time
                    many rivers    many tributaries           two currents  at least   running towards the sea that is
                                             sharing the tradition of call and response rooted in african aesthetics       the call in this case being an attempt         it lasted almost half a millenium in the case of the transatlantic slave trade         to denude the african of all humanity    to devalue whatever traces of humanity remained      to repress          to silence the shout           the scream    the stomping     the field holler       the mourning ground   the shouts and moans of the spiritual baptist[27]      the response    it can be seen in the two main currents        is a talking back    anywhichway    byanymeansnecessary   refusing the yambic pant pant panta  meter        they call it speaking truth to power today     i dub it marronage     running away    slave rebellion     slave revolt      i call it nanny of the maroons   jamette and obeah woman   i call it     makandal   boukman   toussaint    dessalines    castro   bogle
i call it zong!                                                       insisting in the response that to be is
                                 to mean     and is
sufficient                                                that making meaning and making meaning mean  is the response to everything that would insist that the victim has no meaning   it applies more than ever       today




A version of this essay is forthcoming in White Wall Review.


1. M. NourbeSe Philip, She Tries Her Tongue; Her Silence Softly Breaks (Toronto: Poui Publications, 2005).

2. Rukshun, meaning noise, trouble, or disturbance. Also spelt ruction. Richard Allsop, Dictionary of Caribbean English Usage (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1996).

3. Philip, She Tries Her Tongue

4. Edward Kamau Brathwaite, The Arrivants (London: Oxford University Press, 1967), 40.

5. Derek Walcott, “The Sea Is History,” in The Star Apple Kingdom (New York: Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1979), 25.

6. Ibid., 55.

7. Brathwaite uses the metaphor of a machine gun to describe an aspect of Caribbean nation language.

8. There are many different words for the vernacular languages of the Caribbean. Kamau Brathwaite calls it nation language. I resist the idea of nation and prefer demotic.

9. Marronage refers to the practice of Africans escaping slavery and setting themselves up in self sufficient communities. In some instances, as in Suriname, Africans who had escaped fought the armies of their former masters, eventually signing peace treaties with European powers.

10. Aimé Césaire, along with Leopold Senghor, developed the idea and theory of Negritude. After living several years in France, Césaire returned to Martinique, where he became mayor of its capital city for many years.

11. Mt. Pélée is a volcano located on the island of Martinique.

12. A way of Caribbean dancing in which the hips are circled.

13. Octavio Paz, Mexican intellectual and writer, who suggests that we should indeed imagine the past and remember the future.

14. Kya kya kya is a way of representing a harsh kind of laughter in the Caribbean.

15. Name for market vendor in Jamaican patwa.

16. Women who lived in urban Trinidad in the nineteenth century and considered the street a legitimate place to be. They were considered loud and rude. 

17. Obeah is a spiritual practice rooted in West African practices.

18. M. NourbeSe Philip, “Dis Place: The Space Between,” in A Genealogy of Resistance (Toronto: Mercury Publishers, 1997).

19. Philip, She Tries Her Tongue, 66.

20. David Scott, “Antinomies of Slavery, Enlightenment, and Universal History,” Small Axe 14, no. 3 (November 2010): 153.

21. Ibid., 154, quoting Michel-Rolph Trouillot’s Silencing the Past, 73. 

22. Vévés are a form of writing made on the ground as a part of the practice of vodoun in Haiti. 

23. Philip, She Tries Her Tongue, 26.

24. Orisha is a spiritual practice of the Yoruba of Nigeria. There are several hundred divinities that address all aspects of life. 

25. New World African religions combining orisha divinities with catholic practices.

26. Iain Chambers, “Maritime Criticism and Lessons from the Sea,” Institute of Advanced Study Insights (Durham University) 3, no. 9 (2010).

27. Spiritual baptists were outlawed because although they practised a form of Christianity, it was felt that their practice was too African.

Mysticpoetics: Writing the alchemical self in Brenda Hillman's poetry

Brenda Hillman in 1997.

Brenda Hillman’s poetry circumnavigates around the overarching interest of spirit, matter, and everything in between. Even though Hillman’s work is often uncategorizable, she works within a vein that combines traditional lyric as well as more experimental forms. In addition, she incorporates various theologies and esoteric philosophies in her writing. Hillman has said of herself, “I think of myself as a mystic in a practical way.”[1] Hillman blends cultural references, nature, and the spiritual with an open lyric form that leaves room for mystical experiences to occur on the page. Hillman’s poetry can be read as enacting an alchemical process where spirit is turned into matter and matter into spirit.

Hillman is often deemed “a school of one” because “her poems can maddeningly lurch from the sacred to the profane, from the most quotidian and anecdotal writing to passages of darkly brooding gravity.”[2] Yet despite her use of innovative form, she still identifies herself as a lyric poet: “I’ve never left the lyric behind. I’ve not only been influenced by lyric, I am a lyric poet.”[3]  Playing with lyric and innovation, Hillman sets aside all assumption of how poetry has been written previously to do something new. Through experiments with form, Hillman disrupts assumptions of what poetry is. She creates a sense of bafflement by juxtaposing ordinary events in her poems with the imaginative and mysterious. Fanny Howe calls this a poetics of “bewilderment,” where one composes in a state of wonder, awe, and disorientation.[4] A poetics of bewilderment can also be understood within the terms of what psychoanalyst Carl G. Jung (1875–1961) describes as a way of uncovering true uniqueness: “If I want to understand an individual human being, I must lay aside all scientific knowledge of the average man and discard all theories in order to adopt a completely new and unprejudiced attitude.”[5] Hillman has a similar theory of composition: “The place where we make poetry is outside any familiar state. Poetry sort of makes us stranger so we can wake up in a place where everything hangs off the edges, creating itself.”[6]

Carl Jung and Brenda Hillman

Jung developed a model of the psyche with an organizing center known as the self: “The self is not only the centre, but also the whole circumference which embraces both conscious and unconscious; it is the centre of this totality, just as the ego is the centre of consciousness.”[7] His concept of the self was revolutionary because Jung claimed that humans carry an element of the divine within their psyches and that the goal of one’s life should be the search for selfhood, which is known as the process of individuation:

Individuation means becoming an “in-dividual,” and, in so far as “individuality” embraces our innermost, last, and incomparable uniqueness, it also implies becoming one's own self.  We could therefore translate individuation as “coming to selfhood” or “self-realization.”[8]

Jung’s conception of self-knowledge, however, is not to be understood in a rational sense, but rather in a divine sense — discovering and integrating the spiritual into one’s life. This union can bring about a more fulfilling communion with the larger world. His model includes various stages in which a person gains specific knowledge about one’s soul; at the center of this inner work is the ongoing formulation of a unique self and creating a relationship with that self, and this lifelong process may never be entirely realized. Jeff Raff, a contemporary Jungian analyst, reminds us that “the formation of the self is never fully complete, for there always remains material not yet integrated into (or harmonized by) the center.”[9]

Jung provided a map for the psyche by categorizing it into parts, with the ego as the center of consciousness and the self as the center of personality which includes both conscious (the ego) and unconscious impulses. Jung’s unconscious consists of both a personal level or “contents that … lost their intensity and were forgotten”[10] and a collective level or “the ancestral heritage of possibilities of representation … common to all men, and perhaps even to all animals, [that] is the true basis of the individual psyche.” The collective unconscious includes archetypes — images or figures — that “give form to countless typical experiences of our ancestors. They are, so to speak, the psychic residua of innumerable experiences of the same type.”[11] Jung used symbols and images to interpret dreams, yet he hypothesized that there was more to the unconscious than the personal. He was often deemed a mystic by his contemporaries because his archetypal theory held elements that could never be empirically explained, and he relied upon various disciplines such as mythology, religion, and alchemy to exemplify his theories:

I noticed to my amazement that European and American men and women coming to me for psychological advice were producing in their dreams and fantasies symbols similar to, and often identical with, the symbols found in the mystery religions of antiquity, in mythology, folklore, fairytales, and the apparently meaningless formulations of such esoteric cults as alchemy …[12]

Just as Jung “found parallels to his psychic perspective in the lineage of alchemy and Gnosticism” and “consistently referred to and quoted from older religious traditions to shed light on the workings of the unconscious,”[13] Brenda Hillman uses Gnostic and alchemical language in her writing.

As Hillman has clearly identified herself as a lyric poet, let’s examine this term more in depth. A lyric implies a rhythmically interesting line in a poem that could be sung; this is often where the emotive function plays a larger role. In addition, the lyric frequently refers to a category of poetic literature representational of music in its sound patterns which are characterized by subjectivity and sensuality of expression — usually in a highly enthusiastic and exuberant way. As indicated in Jung’s model of the psyche, if the ego is the center of consciousness, then in order to create a self, it must be in relationship with both the personal and the collective unconscious. This is how I see the Jungian model working in a poetic model of a self: the words on the page represent the ego or consciousness, the personal anecdotes represent the personal unconscious, and the lyric form represents the collective unconscious. Hillman uses a lyric form when she conjures mysterious experiences, and I will present specific examples of this form through a close reading of her poetry.

Hillman’s poetry has been described as conveying “the necessity of otherness, to write, to be the amanuensis of the visible world, joined with the necessity of inclusiveness, of participation.”[14] Hillman uses the lyric to bring out ecstatic insight from human experience. In the necessary disorientation one feels when creating a poem, Fanny Howe expands the definition of the lyric as “searching for something that can’t be found. It is an air that blows and buoys and settles. It says, ‘Not this, not this,’ instead of, ‘I have it.’”[15] This searching is continual in Hillman’s poetry. The lyric recurs, but Hillman simultaneously redefines selfhood by introducing new forms into her poems as she explains: “The idea of knowledge in process does have to do with the experiments and explorations of writing, I think, and not just arriving at a spiritual center.”[16] Jung might call this a search for self-knowledge. By wavering between two elements or approaches, “not this, not this”[17] separations can dissolve, activating a process of individuation, the aim of which is “nothing less than to divest the self of the false wrappings of the persona on the one hand, and of the suggestive power of primordial images on the other.”[18]

Through the arc of Hillman’s poetry collections, one can see that she “has in recent years written poems that question the continuity and cohesiveness of what we think of as the self.”[19] Hillman’s sense of the “I” constantly shifts and expands, making her work an exciting place to trace the self’s alchemical development.

The alchemical self

In the most literal terms, alchemy is known as the medieval philosophy concerned with the chemical transformation of metal into gold. However, often the “gold” is of a more spiritual nature. In alchemy, various sequences are associated with different stages of transformation. First, the alchemists must find a substance they believe contains the prima materia[20] that after losing its form can go back to its primal state. This stage is known as mortificatio or the nigredo, in which the material undergoes an alarmingly dramatic breakdown. Since this matter loses its original form, it is often reduced to liquid (solutio) or formlessness. The alchemist then introduces the chaotic liquid substance to sulfur, which creates a new form. Thus, a continual process of separation (separatio) and joining (coniunctio) of various states of matter and substances takes place, sometimes with violent reactions and sometimes with a balanced reaction that produces a solid and organized matter. This organized matter is referred to the philosopher’s stone.[21]

Fire or Calcinatio is another key symbol in alchemy, which reduces a substance to ash in a type of purification process. Fire also resulted in separation, “splitting the ash or body of the material from the spirit, which rose to the top of the alchemical vessel as vapor.”[22] In alchemy, the separation and reunification process continues until the ultimate goal of gold (either spiritual or physical) is produced. As the alchemists experienced, this process of turning metal into gold often ended in failure, but the attempts to transform matter did result in self-knowledge. We can also see how this process represents a spiritual or psychological transformation, as Jung pointed out with his alchemical model.

Pieter Breughel (1525-1569), The Alchemist, 1558.

Jung did much research on alchemy and was profoundly interested in the work of sixteenth-century alchemist Gerald Dorn. Jung interpreted the three stages of what Dorn called “The Great Work” of alchemy as three stages in the constitution of the self. Jung’s alchemical model included a first, second, and third coniunctio, or three levels at which opposites unite and “since the self is the union of opposites, each stage corresponds to a different level of self-formation.”[23] However, one should realize that the process of alchemy is not linear: “although there is sequence, there is also simultaneity, regression, and chaos.”[24] The alchemical process, and often the various coniunctios, are repeated many times before the self moves into the next stage of development. It is important to keep this in mind in relation to Hillman’s body of work.

and mortificatio

The alchemical process in Hillman’s work begins with Fortress.[25] This volume presents the reader with the beginning of a separation process in which opposites emerge in binaries of sorrow/joy, beauty/pain, love/loss, dark/light, and newness/death, which lead to a breakdown of material (Hillman’s life as she knows it) into the mortificatio stage of alchemy. Separation seeps through the book’s elegiac tone: “In the beautiful void / over the lighted wing, / those ice children seem alive, moving / with no purpose but to be separate” (8); “I see the silk threads / snails put upon the porch / and think how simply / all things leave themselves behind” (43). The mortificatio or nigredo stage of alchemy is often associated with a dark color, and in Fortress, the color gray emerges often: “the gray between decision” (3); “the large, cement-gray-suited woman” (5); “leaves that fall / in gray apostrophes” (56). This darkening world indicates decomposition, or a death. In alchemy, there must be a death before the material can go on to the next stage of joining, or coniunctio.

Fortress exemplifies strength in its title, yet its content addresses the experience of disintegration. Mention of dreams, nature, and the other are woven throughout the poems to create a mysterious presence which often questions the origins of things: “Does a poem pre-exist / as dawn pre-exists” (69), and “Sometimes you are known completely / by seeing, known as if by a secret companion: / eyes pressed from the base of an incline / into the depths of your perilous being” (58).

In Jung’s alchemical model, the first coniunctio takes place in the unconscious: “the first union begins when the ego discovers the reality of the unconscious and makes an effort to pay attention to it …”[26] The ego begins to recognize and develop a relationship with an “other,” or the unconscious. Hillman juxtaposes her experience of divorce with strong, declarative lines throughout the book: “What we want is simply past our reach” (Fortress, 22); “You could reach inside and make it work” (46); and “The music is the music of failed expectation” (65). The authority in these succinct sentences balances against her personal experience of loss and creates recognition of the “other.” Fortress provides a glimpse into individual experience through a lyricism that may be filled with wonder or sorrow: “They’ve taken the larynx out of the dog / so he won’t disturb the neighborhood. / But he still opens his soundless mouth, loving his own // subjective barking” (35). These lines evoke grief, yet there are moments of amazement found elsewhere: “The great hurt hangs on for a while, / and then reveals the maps … / of a true self no less mysterious” (57). It is in these moments of lyric bewilderment that the conscious ego reaches toward a symbolic death in order to move out of the mortificatio stage to a coniunctio with the unconscious or mysterious: “I don’t care that my body / will die, for it has not known / its proper freedom” (69).

Death Tractates
, Bright Existence, and the first coniunctio

Death Tractates[27] progresses into a splitting process as Hillman deals with the veil between worlds and attempts to find meaning in an experience of loss. The idea that the poem holds its own consciousness, “I had only to trace the pen / over the words; / the poem was already written” (32), is intertwined with a death: “that death did not subtract, it added something, / her death made me whole” (21). Death Tractates was written as an “interruption” to Bright Existence (1993), and the two books serve as companions to one another, representing the alchemical splitting processes of separation and integration. The question of formlessness in one collection of poems is answered with concreteness in the other. Bright Existence is filled with experiences of the quotidian: paying tolls at a toll booth, a hair caught in her new lover’s throat, even pulling lice from her daughter’s hair. No detail is too small or irrelevant. Through observation, Hillman records and makes sense of the transformation taking place in her life.

Death is a central theme in Death Tractates and Hillman asks the large spiritual question: “What is this so-called / death what is it” (31). In her exploration of loss, she investigates Gnostic philosophies, asking what comprises matter and spirit and what boundaries might constitute the border of a soul. Hillman searches for a trace of her lost mentor in four sections entitled “Calling Her,” “Writing Her,” “Losing Her,” and “Finding Her.” Often a Dickinsonian dash signifies the entrance or exit of a disembodied voice who addresses the speaker of the poem and answers questions that have been posed: “— You think about a poem too much” (11); “— Don’t you see? / It doesn’t matter what order you put them in” (33); “The choice was simply / whether to live in ‘memory’ and time / or outside —” (42). Lamenting inquiries continue throughout the text: “What if, despite your false calm, / your brokenness, your self-deception — / in fact, when you were most broken, / her heaven was you?” (35). This insistent questioning leads only to a place of paradox: “— You asked for the difference between life and death … / … and at the moment of your question, / you were handed, / like a black rose, the paradox —” (47).

In alchemical psychology, paradox is a place in which one must learn to dwell comfortably. The tension of opposites must be held during any coniunctio stage of alchemy and “the ego must be flexible and able to hold a middle position … consciousness must be balanced with its opposite — the unconscious.”[28] In Death Tractates, the “I” is distinct from the “you” and space serves as a place of paradox in the uniting of the opposites. Fanny Howe explains that space or emptiness: “teaches us to mistrust the location of the ‘I’ inside us, since it exists at a ‘zero point of orientation,’ being both at the source of the physical body and on its periphery where it, too, becomes empty.”[29]

The reader experiences this space as it surrounds the central poem located exactly in the middle of Death Tractates. Set apart by blank pages, “(untitled poem)” explores the idea that a poem has its own consciousness: “— So the poem is the story of the writing of itself” (25). In this line, Hillman enters the alchemical stage where “the ego carries the principle of consciousness into the darkness of the unconscious and this effects transformation.”[30] The poem continues as it speaks to the ego’s task in the first coniunctio or union:

So, put yourself in the way

 of the poem. It needed your willing

 impediment to be written …

 You had to be willing to let it through the sunshine

 error of your life,

 be willing not to finish it — (Death Tractates, 25)


As Hillman explains elsewhere, “It seems as if betweenness, ambiguity, or states of uncertainty are the sites for the most possibility.”[31]

And, just as the short, lyrical poems in Death Tractates strive for consciousness, the first poem in Bright Existence[32] echoes the process:

The world had been created to comprehend itself

 as matter: table, the torn

 veils of spiders … Even consciousness —

 missing my love —

 was matter, the metal box of a furnace.

 As the obligated flame, so burned my life … (1)

Hillman struggles with the idea of creation through “real” objects such as a table and the metal box of a furnace. She juxtaposes these with symbols of the imagined world like the “obligated flame.” The image of the furnace emerges here, so like the alchemical calcinatio or burning stage that purifies and also separates matter and spirit.

Bright Existence’s poems reflect a Gnostic belief, that the world was created as a site for the spiritual ones to come to know themselves. In “The Spell” Hillman writes: “This world is my twin / but I was not cut from the same cloth, I passed / through the shadow so I could be / amazed at it —” (32). In Jung’s alchemical model, during the first coniunctio the ego must become aware of the unconscious in order to move forward in self-formulation: “two as a symbol, and especially doubling or twinning, usually refers to a content within the unconscious that is ready to cross over into the conscious sphere.”[33] Hillman explores this idea through form and formlessness. Poems that consider the hardness of form: “trapped in somethingness, in those tiny mosaics with no blood” (Bright Existence, 30) are juxtaposed with poems that consider spirit: “because at the edge / of your becoming, something kept trying / to erase you” (57). Lines in the title poem “Bright Existence” demonstrate this first coniunctio clearly:

there should be more witnesses at the edges of the self

 where everything is both …

 the part that wasn’t ready

 stayed inside a little longer

 and the part that was ready to be something

 came forth — (96)

Here, the “part that wasn’t ready” and “the part that was ready to be something” signifies a reaching toward consciousness, a doubling, “where everything is both” and there must be recognition of the other for this union to occur.

Hillman ends Bright Existence with an image of the snake: “I found its skin of stretchy diamonds / and picked it up, so I could keep / one of the two selves …” (99). In Jungian thought, the snake is the symbol of transformation and often denotes the uroborus or the serpent eating its own tail — a symbol of union.

Loose Sugar
and alchemical ash

After these twin volumes, Hillman embarks on a study of alchemy and depression in Loose Sugar,[34] in which she attempts to transcend her dark experience. The series “blue codices” explores the mode of fragmentation. In this series, the “ash poems” are essentially fragments that fall to the bottom of the page, symbolic of alchemical ash from the furnace. The volume is structured in five dualistic sections entitled: “space/time,” “time/alchemy,” etc. mirroring the unresolved nature of the poems themselves. Things heat up: “Once you were immortal in the flame. / You were not the fire / but you were in the fire; —” (3). This image of the burning alchemical furnace is central to the process of alchemy, and just as alchemists hoped for success and often failed in their search for gold, Hillman too, having struggled with depression, uses the idea of alchemy as a way to transform her experience into a different material or as a way to see it as something outside herself. The ash poems become “the ash of depression from which your beauty of spirit will rise, if it doesn’t kill you first.”[35] So in this alchemical process of separating the ash from spirit, Hillman attempts to allow the spirit to break free from depression. This process is not easy and often contains periods of the nigredo, which include darkness and unknowing. 

During the second coniunctio of Jung’s alchemical model, the self takes on a life of its own and begins to function in its own right. The new self is represented by being held between the masculine and feminine. Both energies are needed for the second coniunctio to take place. In poetic processes, the writing of a poem can be seen as the act of writing the self, or searching for a relationship between the unknown (the blank page) and the known or perceived known (the word on the page). In Gnostic myth, this is specifically the search for a feminine wisdom: “Sophia (or wisdom) fell from the pleroma (or pure world), scattering divine sparks. The Archegenetor (or Demiourgos) — a secondary god — created humans to enslave these divine sparks in matter.”[36] Similarly, in Jungian theory, the unconscious represents the mystery of what is at the depths of uncertainty and is often denoted as a feminine principle.

The poem “The Spark” alludes to this kind of joining in the second coniunctio: “You who happened only once: / remember yourself as you are; // when he comes to you” (Loose Sugar, 5–6). The “you” is well established as a feminine presence at this stage in Hillman’s writing (in the progression of Death Tractates to Bright Existence to Loose Sugar). Thus, the line “when he comes to you” represents this masculine and feminine union in the formulation of the poetic self and “stands for the psychic totality.”[37]

and the second coniunctio

Cascadia explores the question of place which “takes us automatically to the problems of reality and the ideal.”[38] Unlike her previous books of poetry, carefully organized in separate sections, Cascadia is structured like a large striated landscape. Each poem is layered upon the next and the aforementioned feminine principle emerges throughout the book in poems such as “(blank page)” and “(interruption).”

Pietro Longhi, The Alchymist, 1661.

The poem “(blank page)” is precisely that: a page filled with whiteness. It is given a title in the table of contents, but no words are written on the page itself. Symbolically, the blank page can be seen as feminine, a space that is formless and undefined, yet contains multiple possibilities, indicating here that it holds open possibility like that required in the alchemical process of self-formulation. Also, Hillman notes that the blank page can be used as an in-between space: “The alchemists knew that the fallen thing can be retrieved … so the marginal voices exist at the side, apart from the lyric, with a lot of white in-between. Seemingly trivial detail offers itself easily to metaphoric space. The between is left blank and fertile.”[39] We can see this exemplified in the poem “Cascadia”:

Holiday Inn



one of those
     teeth bedspreads                 

In the search for the search

During the experiments with wheels

After the scripted caverns

When what had been attached

Was no longer attached

After choosing the type of building

In which no one has died

We recalled a land or condition

Whose shape was formal

Formality gave pleasure

A shadow’s shadow dragged it

Back to the sea of eyes[40]

Hillman explains that her “poetry and poetics began to evolve unexpectedly … The sense of the single ‘voice’ in poetry grew to include polyphonies, oddly collective dictations.”[41] By stretching the “I,” Hillman’s work expands from a lyric-narrative tradition to a more innovative mode. Hillman herself has noted, “The lyric … is also social … That much more stretchy sense of ‘I’ really interests me.”[42]

The reader sees this illustrated in Cascadia’s “(interruption)” as a “we” is called forth: “(enter: The ‘we’ —)” (6). This short fragment is enclosed in parentheses and is centered directly on the page, surrounded by white space. In Jung’s alchemical model, during the second coniunctio “the self progresses to such a degree that it takes on a life and reality of its own within the psyche. The self comes alive and begins to function in its own right.”[43] One also sees here the masculine and feminine union needed to contain the process. As those “above ground” in consciousness are transformed, the unconscious also undergoes a transformation, endowing the self with new energy. The parentheses of Hillman’s line signify a generative dewdrop and the “we” represents the second coniunctio in the alchemical process. A “we” of masculine and feminine unite as a new “we” of the self emerges. Hillman’s poetic self becomes polyphonic and this new “center strives to express itself”[44] more consciously in Cascadia through an inner and outer landscape.

Hillman’s “A Geology” plays with the idea that “place is a world and a word”[45] and crosses boundaries between the internal and external: “In the expiation of nature, we are required to / experience the dramatic narrative of matter … // This was set down in strata so you could know / what it felt like to have been earth” (Cascadia, 14). This poem is grounded with four words on each corner of the page to anchor it “so it wouldn’t float.”[46] The word “fault” is repeated three times on the last page of “A Geology” suggesting multiple meanings: mistakes, geologic fractures that cause movement in the earth’s crust, and/or human weakness. The fourth word “prevalent” on the bottom right corner of the page surprises the reader in its difference; it not only helps to anchor the poem, but also destabilizes it and opens its reader to the experience of the last line: “what it felt like to have been earth.”

In an alchemical process of separating and joining matter, substances can react to each other in a violent or balanced manner. When balanced, the substance can emerge as solid matter, or the philosopher’s stone. Cascadia is about landforms where “shifting internal geographies must be managed in relation to external ones.”[47] In alchemical terms, the violent reaction is the poem “written under various kinds of emotional pressure”[48] and the stone emerges as organized matter: “It took quiet / It took stone” (Cascadia, 74).

Lines from the poem “Before My Pencil” grapple with the idea of creating a world out of intense feeling. The poem investigates “the mannerism of the curve” of earth or the universe and finishes with the idea that it can “crawl among syllables,” creating itself by feeding on dead organic or spiritual matter to produce a “white fact.” In alchemy, as the substance continues to change, it reaches “an initial resting-place … called the first stone” where it regains form and has “the power to create silver from other metals” and is often “associated with white … referred to as the albedo.”[49] Similarly, this poem touches “the white fact,” Hillman reaching a resting place where she creates a solidified poetic self.

Pieces of Air in the Epic
: A gesture toward the third coniunctio

In Jung’s alchemical model, during the third coniunctio the individual self comes into union with the divine world that existed before matter and spirit were separated. The third coniunctio is rarely ever achieved except perhaps in death as “the individual self that has been formed comes into union with a level of reality that transcends it, with the divine world … the one world before spirit and matter were separated.”[50] This is the Gnostic world Hillman explores in much of her poetry, but about which she rarely arrives at a conclusion. The third coniunctio denotes the spiritual plane of the elements of air, wings, etc. and is represented by the sun, sky, and clouds. In Pieces of Air in the Epic, Hillman explores this elemental world as she “tackles the large metaphysical questions” and “opens up the line and the page’s horizon to express the apocalyptic fears of our ‘epoch.’”[51] The poetic self enacts a new way of seeing: “I looked below / the air behind the paintings … / / I made my eyes pointy to look at air in / corners.”[52] The poem “Street Corner” invokes the one world that will ultimately transcend this individual self: “There was an angle / where I went for / centuries not as a / self or feature but / exhaled as a knowing” (3).

Other inquiries on exhalation/breath continue in “Platonic Oxygen” as the poet asks, “What is thought Is it breath / Were you breath” (76). The formlessness of the unknown transforms the solid matter of Cascadia into air: “Can we remake elements” (29) Hillman asks in “6 Components from Aristotle.” These meditations bring one closer to the elemental world, although “the danger of writing a book on air is that it might disappear at crucial moments.”[53] Hillman does not allow this to happen, as the poetic line remains grounded in the everyday: “Some // foolish soul has sold his entire / Liz Phair collection back to Amoeba; // Used jewel cases seem almost tender, / smothered-to-smithereens-type plastic …” (66).

Hillman continues to work with polyphony, and in the poem “Air in the Epic” the reader must jump between dense phrases to seemingly disconnected phrases surrounded by space. The lyric which operates in the right-hand margin can be read vertically while the dense poem on the left cannot:

You look outside the classroom where    construction trucks find little Troys. Dust
rises: part pagan, part looping. Try
to describe the world, you tell                    them — but what is a description? (8)

It is the space between the lyrical phrases that allows the mind to make causal connections that do not exist on the left. Hillman has carefully constructed each line so that it must interact; it must come together and join in an alchemical process while still suggesting gaps. The experimental form of “Air in the Epic” and “String Theory Sutra” produces a tension that reaches toward the transformative third coniunctio. The poem remains lyrical, yet continues to question the poetic self:

There are so many types of
“personal” in poetry. The “I” is                        a needle some find useful, though
the thread, of course is shadow.
In writing of experience or beauty,                 a cloth emerges as if made
from a twin existence … (80)

In Pieces of Air, the poem sees itself existing through the “writing of experience or beauty” as cloth made from a “twin existence” and one can see that Hillman’s poetic self has grown and transformed from the “selfhood” of her earlier books. Just as a person might function in life according to what she has consciously experienced, there is also an underlying unconscious myth or archetype at work that creates a life pattern and is expressed in a poem by what Howe calls “the strange Whoever who goes under the name of ‘I’ … where error, errancy, and bewilderment … signal a story.”[54]

Through the breath, the image, and the lyric, the spiritual elements of the third coniunctio are at work in Pieces of Air: “… there’s a patient tap / tap tapping in the text … / where stars pass; / stars passed; stars pierced you —” (56). In “Clouds Near San Leandro” the poetic self inquires, “Aren’t there visions involving everything?” (67). Pieces of Air provides the reader with elated insight and urges one to question spirit and breath: “song outlasts poetry, words / are breath bricks to / support the guardless singing / project. We could have / meant song outlasts poetry” (4). Hillman has indeed found a way to separate matter from spirit and lift the words off the page in rapturous song.


One can clearly see the three coniunctios in Jung’s alchemical model represented in Hillman’s books of poetry, where inner and outer worlds resonate and come together on the page in a redefined notion of self that takes shape in the alchemical imagination of time and space, earth and air. Hillman identifies herself as a poet with Gnostic interests and has carved a niche for herself within an oeuvre of poets who are interested in the mysterious workings of the origins of things, or in Jungian terms, the unconscious. Hillman has even developed a “minifesto” which explains her interests:

= A poem is the rescue of a vanishing body.
= Poems embodying original technique make units smaller than the sentence serve both the sentence and the line. They help rethink the relationship between word, phrase, or sentence every time they make one of those things.[55]

To rescue the vanishing body, the mysticpoet writes words, phrases, or sentences on the page. In doing so, a new body — a poetic self — is developed. Hillman never abandons the lyric, although she often dwells in a place of unknowing with her experimentation of form: “Uncertainty is to be preferred. In those years, many of us found we could reinvent the lyric, however shattered it might be.”[56] The process of alchemical separation and joining repeats itself in Hillman’s poetry, and with an element-focused volume of poetry still to come — on fire — Hillman’s reader might wonder where she will take us next. My guess is that, like alchemy, she will take us through a continued process of refining the self through gnosis, just as the image of the burning salamander signals the return to the prima materia:

Some animals are warm in paradise;

your little alchemical salamander taricha tarosa
fresh from the being cycles, stumbles

over rocks in its lyric outfit —[57]

And with Brenda Hillman, there will always, always be a “lyric outfit” present.



1. Brenda Hillman, interview by J. Robert Lennon, Cornell University Podcast Audio, November 7, 2008.

2. David Wojahn, “Survivalist Selves,” Kenyon Review 20, no. 3 (1998).

3. Hillman, interview by Patricia Kirkpatrick and Emily August, Hamline University, “An Interview with Brenda Hillman,” March 17, 2006.

4. Fanny Howe, The Wedding Dress: Meditations on Word and Life (Berkeley: University of California Press, 2003), 15.

5. Carl G. Jung, The Collected Works of C. G. Jung — Civilization in Transition, trans. R. F. C. Hull, vol. 10 (New York, NY: Bollingen Foundation, 1964), ¶495.

6. Kevin Larimer, “An Interview With Poet Brenda Hillman,” Poets and Writers (August 30, 2001), ¶8.

7. Jung, The Collected Works of C. G. Jung — Psychology and Alchemy, trans. R. F. C. Hull, vol. 12 (New York, NY: Bollingen Foundation, 1953), ¶44.

8. Jung, The Collected Works of C.G. Jung – Two Essays on Analytical Psychology, trans. R. F. C. Hull, vol. 7 (New York, NY:  Bollingen Foundation, 1953), ¶266.

9. Jeffrey Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination (York Beach, ME: Nicolas-Hayes Inc., 2000), 12.

10. Jung, The Portable Jung, 38.

11. Jung, The Collected Works of C. G. Jung — The Spirit in Man, Art, and Literature, trans. R. F. C. Hull, vol. 15 (New York, NY: Bollingen Foundation, 1966), ¶127.

12. Jung, Collected Works, vol. 12, v.

13. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, 4.

14. Brighde Mullins, “Introduction,” Readings in Contemporary Poetry: Brenda Hillman, by Dia Art Foundation, November 10, 1995.

15. Howe, The Wedding Dress, 21.

16. “An Interview with Brenda Hillman.”

17. Howe, The Wedding Dress, 21.

18. Jung, The Portable Jung, 123.

19. Devin Johnston, Precipitations: Contemporary American Poetry as Occult Practice (Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University Press, 2002), 158.

20. “[P]rima materia was matter before it was formed, which the alchemists called ‘chaos’ among other things” (ibid., xxi).

21. “[T]he [philosopher’s] stone creates mystical experiences and ecstasy, and offers a door that leads to the celestial world. Their goal in the creation of the stone is direct encounter with divinity” (ibid., 219–20).

22. Ibid., xxii.

23. Ibid., 84.

24. J. Marvin Spiegelman, The Divine WABA: A Jungian Exploration of Spiritual Paths (Berwick, ME: Nicolas-Hays, Inc., 2003), 159.

25. Hillman, Fortress (Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University Press, 1989).

26. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, 85.

27. Hillman, Death Tractates (Hanover, NH: Wesleyan University Press, 1992).

28. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, 106–7.

29. Howe, The Wedding Dress, 47.

30. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, 106.

31. “An Interview with Brenda Hillman.”

32. Hillman, Bright Existence (Hanover, NH: Wesleyan University Press, 1993).

">33. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, 89.

34. Brenda Hillman, Loose Sugar (Hanover, NH: Wesleyan University Press, 1997).

35. Hillman, interview by J. Robert Lennon, Cornell University Podcast Audio, November 7, 2008.

f">[36. Johnston, Precipitations, 5–6.

37. Jung, The Collected Works of C. G. Jung — Aion, researches into the phenomenology of the self, trans. R. F. C. Hull, vol. 9ii (New York, NY: Bollingen Foundation, 1959), ¶426.

38. Larimer, “An Interview With Poet Brenda Hillman,” ¶3.

39. Hillman, “Split, Spark and Space,” in The Grand Permission: New Writings on Poetics and Motherhood, ed. Patricia Dienstfrey and Hillman (Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University Press, 2003), 252.

40. Hillman, Cascadia (Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University Press, 2001), 55.

41. Hillman, “Split, Spark and Space,” 246.

42. Hillman, interview by Sarah Rosenthal, “Our Very Greatest Human Thing Is Wild, an interview with Brenda Hillman,” Rain Taxi (Fall 2003), ¶28.

43. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, 85.

44. Ibid., 12.

45. Larimer, “An Interview With Poet Brenda Hillman,” ¶5.

46. Ibid., ¶ 7.

47. Ibid., ¶ 3.

48. Ibid.

49. Raff, Jung and the Alchemical Imagination, xxiii.

50. Ibid., 85.

51. Susan McCabe, “Platonic Oxygen: On Brenda Hillman’s Pieces of Air in the Epic,” Denver Quarterly 41, no. 2 (2006): 65–66.

52. Hillman, Pieces of Air in the Epic (Middletown, CT: Wesleyan University Press, 2005), 58.

53. McCabe, “Platonic Oxygen: On Brenda Hillman’s Pieces of Air in the Epic,” 71.

54. Howe, The Wedding Dress, 6.

55. Hillman, “Split, Spark, and Space,” 250.

56. Ibid., 248.

57. Hillman, Pieces of Air in the Epic, 67.