Ryan Eckes' 'Valu-Plus' & other domestic boxes
Ryan Eckes’ first book, Old News (Furniture Press, 2011), is saturated with Philadelphia, Eckes’ hometown, but it also revolves around his domicile. The speaker & his wife buy a house & begin renovating :
we tore up the rotten carpets and the mats underneath, which were
stapled to the old pine floor from the days before carpets, and found
newspapers from 1923 spread across the room. some Philadelphia
Inquirer, some Evening Bulletin. some 1923 in some 2007. (“odd years”)
Behind my own desk at home hangs the front page of the Wednesday 13 September 1939 Philadelphia Evening Public Ledger that I found under the carpet of my house in South Philly. Its headline: POLISH ATTACK TRAPS NAZIS. There's a photo of Polish boys & girls carrying shovels, on their way to dig trenches around Warsaw “to stop the German juggernaut.” This front page lives in a small moment of optimism — on the first day of the siege of Warsaw, twelve days after the start of the German invasion, six days before the start of the Soviet invasion. I look at it & I think about writing that headline. Did the author really think the Poles had trapped the Germans?
These houses left historical texts as insulation. Palimpsests under the rugs.
The house in Old News is a box out of which the speaker sees Philadelphia, his block, his neighbors, his wife, his life. Eckes writes, “i inhabit these rooms i respect / them but i don't own them” (“jogging the O”).
I read Old News on a commuter train in Philadelphia, looking out of my moving box.
In Eckes’ second book, Valu-Plus (forthcoming summer 2014 from Furniture Press), the box is back—
a box to be gutted / between dollar tree and footlocker (“no libs”)
the box is multiplied.
It gets a collective noun—
a worry of rowhomes the body / aches out of (“business reply mail”)
& this noun of assembly— “a worry” —recalls both the source of anxiety & the action of dragging something around by the teeth. “Worry” comes to us from the Old English wyrgan, to strangle. A worry of rowhomes indeed—
my wife started calling the house “my baby” that's when i knew i had to get out (“after frank furness”).
The box, the wife, the house, the “baby”— a terrible domus closing in.
& from the same poem :
i grasp / for some religion, any obsession / to make my soul into a house.
The box is simultaneously claustrophobic & infinitely expanding
(“it’s philadelphia, and we try to demolish it,” “after frank furness”).
Beginning in the first poem of the book, “no libs,” Eckes looks “out of my box” with a searing eye at the domestic politics of Philadelphia. The ‘us vs. them’ operates on several levels in this poem. Race : “let the asians / and blacks have at each other, say the old whites”; generations : “shrug- / ging themselves off to the young whites”; neighborhoods : South Philly vs. “northern / liberties on the other side of town”; even British vs. American English : “kids are actually small, smelly goats, terry eagleton, the british critic, / reminds us americans.” In the center of the poem, the speaker (“i look out of my box”) & the “kids from south philly high walk by, their shithole of a / school on their shoulders.” Everyone in their own boxes, carrying them. Everyone looking out from & hauling around their boxes.
“spokes in a / wheel, spinning—no house. love is no house” (“coda: speaker of the house”). The soul is no house, the house is no baby, the box is to be gutted & but has no guts—
Which leads me to my favorite box in the book :
a box / spraypainted / on the wall / in red / for stickball (“intermission: the boo”)
A painted strikezone. A box of air— it both is & is not there.
There are plenty of gutted boxes & bossworship & vicious domestic politics in Valu-Plus & Old News, but there is also Philadelphia, which, in Eckes’ work, can't be contained. There is the city as domestic city : companionship & community : poets, friends, shared wonderful experience (“a no-hitter / off dolph's kitchen radio still wringing / thru me”), lovers, coffee & beers, all the good things. All of “how we live this country” & “how to live in a fucked world” (“what are you swinging at”).
& it’s all very wry, sincere, & open-eyed. It’s ticking all the boxes.