Syllabus of Errors: Poems
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A new collection of poetry from the winner of the National Book Critics Circle Award
. . . we are fixed to perpetrate the species—
I meant perpetuate—as if our duty
were coupled with our terror. As if beauty
itself were but a syllabus of errors.
Troy Jollimore's first collection of poems won the National Book Critics Circle Award, was hailed by the New York Times as "a snappy, entertaining book," and led the San Francisco Chronicle to call him "a new and exciting voice in American poetry." And his critically acclaimed second collection expanded his reputation for poems that often take a playful approach to philosophical issues. While the poems in Syllabus of Errors share recognizable concerns with those of Jollimore’s first two books, readers will also find a voice that has grown more urgent, more vulnerable, and more sensitive to both the inevitability of tragedy and the possibility of renewal.
Poems such as "Ache and Echo," "The Black-Capped Chickadees of Martha’s Vineyard," and "When You Lift the Avocado to Your Mouth" explore loss, regret, and the nature of beauty, while the culminating long poem, "Vertigo," is an elegy for a lost friend as well as a fantasia on death, repetition, and transcendence (not to mention the poet’s favorite Hitchcock film). Ingeniously organized into sections that act as reflections on six quotations about birdsong, these poems are themselves an answer to the question the poet asks in "On Birdsong": "What would we say to the cardinal or jay, / given wings that could mimic their velocities?"
Troy Jollimore
Troy Jollimore is the author of two previous collections of poetry, At Lake Scugog (Princeton) and Tom Thomson in Purgatory, which won the National Book Critics Circle Award. His poems have appeared in the New Yorker, McSweeney's, the Believer, and other publications. He is a professor of philosophy at California State University, Chico.
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Syllabus of Errors - Troy Jollimore
I ON BIRDSONG
If my readers wish to understand bird-music, they must assume that birds are not automatic musical boxes, but sound-lovers, who cultivate the pursuit of sound-combinations as an art, as truly as we have cultivated our arts of a similarly aesthetic character. This art becomes to many of them a real object of life, no less real than the pursuit of food or the maintenance of a family.
—WALTER GARSTANG, SONGS OF THE BIRDS (1922)
ON BIRDSONG
Poison, in proportion, is medicinal.
Medicine, ill-meted, can be terminal.
Brute noise, deftly repeated, becomes musical.
An exit viewed from elsewhere is an entrance.
The conjuror entrances a vast audience.
The hymn that’s resurrected from the hymnal
aspires, as we wish to, to the spiritual,
but is slow to disentangle from the sensual.
The evening light, refracted, terminates the day.
(A faction is a fraction of an integral.)
What would we say to the cardinal or jay,
given wings that could mimic their velocities?
How many wintery ferocities
are encompassed in their shrill inhuman canticles?
INVENTORY
Take inventory. Invent a story
about the people you have hurt.
Begin with yourself. The harm I’ve done
comes on this journey with me. He walks
ahead on the trail, or follows a dozen
paces behind. At night we stop
together. I try not to feel ashamed
of him, his decaying robes, his loathsome,
unwashed feet, so much like mine.
We don’t talk much. But two nights ago,
the campfire dying between us, I found
I could no longer stifle my rage, I wanted
to be rid of him so badly, and so
I mustered my anger and said, You only
get seven pairs of shoes to carry you
through this life, and you’ve already used up
four. Silence. The call of a whippoorwill
in the fields. At last he looked up.
That might be. But know that I’m willing to go
barefoot at the end, if that’s what it takes.
ACHE AND ECHO
1
Anything can be beautiful: a discarded
Taco Bell wrapper, an industrial park,
a strip mall, a bloodstain, a bruise, a corpse:
you just need to see it from the right angle,
in the right light, and in a spirit
of equanimity, open-mindedness,
and receptivity. Isn’t this
what twentieth-century artists were trying
to tell us? No, they were trying to tell us
that anything could be art. As for beauty,
they held it in contempt, they thought beauty
made us bad people, blind to the plight
of the poor, to the possibility of change.
That wasn’t their nuttiest notion, either.
Not by a longshot. But me, I can’t
give up my beauty, I’m an addict, a beauty
fiend; if you want to take it away
you’re going to have to pry it from my cold dead hands.
2
Give back the ache that echoed in
my heart. Return to me the ache
and the echo of the ache I felt
in Orchid Park. Send back to me
the loose-strung ache that echoed in
the ark that is my heart. Retrace
the arc a happy heart might make.
Sing back to me the song we sang
in the outer dark, the art we make
of the ache we felt when we traced the arc
of the last falling star to fall.
And stir me, stir me with the spoon
you used to hide the moon. Then stir
the echo of my ache. My melody
has fallen out of tune.
3
One: what pleases, what disgusts,
is only