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A Review of East & West by Piotr Florczyk

September 5, 2016

Jane Frazier

Cover of East & West by Piotr Florczyk
(Sandpoint, Idaho: Lost Horse Press, 2016)

Piotr Florczyk’s childhood in Poland, and adult years in the United States, create a poetry in East & West that reflects just such a worldview.  In this lyrical book of poems, Florczyk  turns an eye to the Berlin Wall, kitchen utensils, swimming at night, a weightlifter, and a telephone museum, to name a few.  Florczyk examines each of his subjects with careful attention and offers us observations served up with not only precision to the fine points of the subject, but also often with a wry look.

In “Telephone Museum,” the telephones of different eras sit next to each other as onlookers from the contemporary world may imagine the words that were spoken through them:

Silence reigns in a hall,

where velvet pillows

and sturdy desks conjure hell

for uninitiated guests.

 

The tin-can telephone

sits next to a German red

rotary-dial, though most

don’t ring a bell unless

 

they’re reached by a stray

echo of ‘Give me a call’ or

‘Don’t ever call me again.

Asshole.’

The progression of the telephone is evidenced by a “cordless / push-button freedom fighter,” and as “technology goose-steps by,” we are standing on the sidelines, amazed, able to only utter “oohs and aahs.” The implication is that not only is technology moving, but so is history, and we must wonder at our own inability to have a say in its march forward.  The poem aptly gives us a message, but it is also meant to make us smile.

Tongue-in-cheek humor also finds its way into a poem on kitchen utensils from the series “From the Life of Postage Stamps.”  An entire universe of utensils exists within a kitchen, some of them apparently used by humans, some of them not, and among this collection many of the utensils seem to lie around waiting for use in a sort of culinary limbo:

No one beats the wiry eggbeater

or the black spatula, even

the food processor shoved behind

the Dutch oven.  A jar opener

 

is for sissies who’ve never squeezed

a tennis ball.  Better they stick

to the frying pan or the wooden

citrus reamer.

Some of them too, share a rather human relationship: “The peeler / loves the grater the way / the heirloom tea cup loves the saucer.”  And beauty may be found here in a carafe of icy water as it reflects sunlight onto the china of “mortals.”  Florczyk ends the poem whimsically, making us feel fortunate to have such deities among us.

More serious observations of American life, particularly the life of the suburb, find their way into the volume in an ecopoetic lyric. A narrator’s first backyard becomes the subject of a hymn of the modern day community, with everything present in the lawn from trash to animal life: “everyone I know is already here, or waiting / in line to get in. Ants, spiders, earthworms, even a pair of field mice / with BB gunshot wounds who show up at dusk. Same as newlyweds, / they bring suitcases full of sticks, tin foil scraps, dead flies.”  “May’s beautiful here,” the poet writes of the backyard, full of the ground cover pachysandra and “fenced in by tall weeds.”  Creatures, “you gypsies of the soil,” are summoned to climb over his feet, and, here, Florczyk, in union with his parcel of nature, delivers traces of Whitman.

At times, East & West gives us adventure mingled with its meditations on the American landscape. A married couple swimming in a lake at night brave the cold water and wind up again on shore: “ [we] lay side-by-side, / eager to pluck the stars and planes / zooming by. You thought you saw a buck. / But the moonlit grove was still– / the only sound I heard / was a feeble trill.”  Florczyk gives us the eye of the relative newcomer to America and his devotion to detail is sometimes delivered with wonder and sometimes with a just sense of the anticlimax of everyday existence. Sometimes Europe and America are juxtaposed to deliver the richness of Florczyk’s experience. While traveling through New York, the poet thinks back to the palace of a king he had once visited and the two worlds stand matter-of-factly on the page in all their contrast: “The fact that I once paid / twenty bucks to tour / his walk-in closet, / where I came close to stealing / an ermine-trimmed robe, / [. . .] Long live anyone who can / survive a barrage of honking cars / and dropped calls, not to mention the red-eyed / storefront digits that tick-tock / across my face.”

East & West is, finally, a plunge into the American experience framed by the past of a poet who well knows another culture. Florczyk, time after time, packs his poetry with the details of the world that he sees around him and it is through this plunge into phenomena that we see our own lives through a fresh lens.  And Florczyk’s philosophy through these pages seems to say that the world is with us, moment by moment, relaying bits of insight into our existence.

 

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Jane Frazier is a Professor of English at Lincoln University of Missouri and has published a critical book on the poet W. S. Merwin, entitled From Origin to Ecology: Nature and the Poetry of W. S. Merwin (Associated University Presses).  She is also a regular contributor to the W. S. Merwin website, Merwin Studies, and has previously published book reviews for The Literary Review.

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