A sense of urgency
pervades Desi Di Nardo's new book, The Plural of Some Things,
as its vision of spiritual transformation emerges. The collection reaches
into a wide range of items and issues, including nature and the environment,
human relationships, self and psyche, mystery and spirit, language,
and animal behaviour. Yet any attempt to gain understanding by focusing
thematically on separate and specialized areas would be misleading.
This poetry appeals to us rather by conveying a sense of processes--discovering,
confronting, and interconnecting on the way to transformation.
The volume begins
with "Rainbird in the Annex," which enacts the poet's discovering of
her personal vocation and also pays homage to the late Gwendolyn MacEwen.
Seeking reminders and remainders of MacEwen's essence in Toronto's Annex
area, the poet sets out to implant her own words, mark her own place,
and find her own voice. A still-aching sense of loss manifests in such
lines as "Her cordless poetry smothered by wind" (9) and "Deliquescent
words lost to the sun." However, the aerial processes carry a suggestion
too that MacEwen's spiritual presence still lingers.
The subsequent
poems showcase artistry in word choice and acutely observed imagery,
which carry us onward from an original discovery. In "Petals Left by
Flowers" the process is one of metamorphosis from flower petals to words,
exquisitely wrought around the letter "s." "Hoar Frost" contains an
intense encounter, where the sight of the ground covered in rime while
winter hiking leads the explorer to the dramatic discovery of death
itself, terrifying yet weirdly beautiful and alluring. Grotesque and
unforgettable images startle us. The fearful couple are "two sheared
cowards slit from the neck down" (13), but a weeping ice-bound birch
on the companion's shoulder is "growing forceps," marking the discovery
of life's end as a beginning also.
The title poem
"The Plural of Some Things" confronts "the copycats, the mimics" (42),
purveyors of dominant discourses and of the repressive totalities of
meaning that Theodor Adorno warned against. Going beyond globalization,
their "organizing and masterminding of planets and agendas" extends
towards "astronomical stardoms." This nihilism leaves us gasping, "rummaging
for petunias and strawberries" in the earth's depleted soil. Yet the
effort unexpectedly inspires. Confronted and threatened, shocked into
understanding, we are made to confront in turn with breath bated and
regained and libido spinning out. With this heightened spurt of energy
and inspiration we find ourselves able to run magically atop lake reeds.
In "The Medium
That Carries Us" the confrontation between a man-made world and a natural
one, and the evolution of urbanization with its effects on language
and communication, are central to the poem. Nature's purifying rain
makes possible a leave-taking from the "mental chemical smell" (49)
of engineered streets. And a courageous descent down drain lines leads
toward bedrock, the past, and the unconscious. There is a temporal realm
of creative action, more fundamental than the spatialized, surface world
of streets and grids. The decentred subject remains indistinct as to
its exact purposes. The medium is also ourselves and our stories, the
etched words and Braille messages carved into cave walls over many historical
epochs, both prevailing and durable.
Desi Di Nardo's
ecological poetic world extends beyond flora, fauna, and the inanimate
to include human and spiritual interconnection as well. These poems
contain such powerful experiences that it is difficult to take our leave
unaffected by them. We are enlightened by the discovery of a relationship
of spiritual empowerment in "Poetry on Lake Simcoe," intrigued by mystery
and the unconscious in "The Abstract Night," and enticed by sexual rapture
in "White Rain." Whether confronting the dissembling self in "Inner
Landscapes," dealing noncommittally with a parent's absent love in "Forget
You Not," or expressing emotional repression in "Red Spill of Adrenalin,"
the poetry voices summon us to take heed. Meaningful interconnecting
amid the surrounding turmoil becomes the most needful and redemptive
process of all. gs.