Until Vijay Seshadri won the Pulitzer for poetry earlier this year for his book 3 Sections, I had never heard of him before. Born in Bangalore, India in 1954, he came to the United States when he was five. He grew up in Columbus, Ohio and currently lives in Brooklyn, New York. He teaches poetry and nonfiction writing at Sarah Lawrence College. I am really glad he won the Pulitzer because otherwise I might never have heard of him and his book, 3 Sections is well worth reading.
It is not a mystery why the book is called 3 Sections because it actually has three sections. The first and longest section is poetry, mostly one to at most two pages long. The second section is a prose essay about salmon fishing called “Pacific Fishes of Canada.” The third section is one long poem called “Personal Essay” which is, perhaps, an essay in the form of a poem. The Pulitzer committee describes the book as a “collection of poems that examine human consciousness, from birth to dementia.” They make it sound as though the book has a progression of some kind beginning with birth and ending with dementia. But this is not the case. I am certain there is some kind of logic behind the arrangement of all the pieces in the book, there generally always is, but it is not something I found especially noticeable. I just liked the poems a lot.
I also like Seshadri’s voice. It is firm, assured, sometimes funny, sometimes sad. His lines have a pleasant pacing, slow, but not so slow they become plodding. The slow movement of his lines serves to soften the firmness of his voice. He is not melodic but he is at times soothing. Seshadri’s language is straightforward, everyday. Though this does not mean that he doesn’t have some fantastic and startling images:
Therefore is he choked in the coils
of his being’s enormous Ponzi scheme
(Yet Another Scandal)
And:
Self-esteem is leaking and oozing
over the concrete floor to pool around the feet.
Its color is the pink color of anti-freeze. The air is stringent
with the smell of anti-freeze.
(The People I Know)
And while Seshadri’s voice is firm and his language plain, one could even say grounded, he manages to write a number of poems that approach the spiritual. Here is the entirety of a short one, “Imaginary Number,” to give you an idea:
The mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
is not big and is not small.
Big and small arecomparative categories, and to what
could the mountain that remains when the universe is destroyed
be compared?Consciousness observes and is appeased.
The soul scrambles across the screes.
The soul,like the square root of minus 1,
is an impossibility that has its uses.
One of my favorites in the collection is called “Memoir.” Here is a taste:
Orwell says somewhere that no one ever writes the real story of their life.
The real story of a life is the story of its humiliations.
…And one October afternoon, under a locust tree
whose blackened pods were falling and making
illuminating patterns on the pathway,
I was seized by joy
and someone saw me there,
and that was the worst of all,
lacerating and unforgettable.
Humiliated by joy. But isn’t it true? Those moments of pure joy when we are and aren’t ourselves, should someone see us in such a moment, we are so very embarrassed by it. I wonder why that is?
I am not quite sure how the second prose section fits into the book. The narrator gets a job on a fishing boat during salmon fishing season. There is one sentence that really stood out for me:
my duties were light enough to give me plenty of time to indulge my invented self, my sea-going fictional self, and wallow in my version of the well-documented affliction that causes people to live in literature rather than life.
Heh.
And the final section, “Personal Essay,” is a marvelous, somewhat meditative poem on consciousness, identity, and reality. One of my favorite lines in the poem is this:
Clouds oversized, exaggerated in the pale sky, drawn with a crayon by a kid,
which confirms that we are in a fabrication, maybe even in a mistake,
maybe even in a cartoon.
There is a wonderful poem called “Rereading” in which David Copperfield is taken to task for dismantling the lives of the Peggotys in their cozy beached boat upon the strand. And I was also pleased about “Three Urdu Poems.” I love ghazals, a poetic form in which the couplets tend almost towards aphorism at times. I love trying to puzzle out how the seemingly unrelated lines actually do relate and form a whole. It is not a form that those who write in English use very often so they always get my attention when they turn up.
3 Sections is a great collection, full of all sorts of gems. And for those who don’t really consider themselves poetry readers but would like to read poetry now and then, I bet you’d like this one too.
It sounds like a very lively collection. I see it is published by Greywolf (is that right?) press who are based in Minnesota – the Pulitzer will be a coup for them.
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Ian, yes, lively is a good description! And yes, good eye on the publisher! Graywolf in based in Minneapolis and their books have been doing extremely well in the literary world over the past few years winning all sorts of prizes. It is very exciting!
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Oh oh, that was all too much to take in. My brain is spinning. I do like Imaginary number. I love the logic that big and small can have no meaning when there’s noting to compare.
And, that piece including joy. I have just read Simone de Beauvoir’s Memoirs of a dutiful daughter and she mentions joy a couple of times, as something different from happiness, which of course it is, but I liked the way she brought it to the reader’s attention as something meaningful in a deeply personal way, something that transcends happiness, is more powerful than happiness. It can I agree be embarrassing in a way that simple happiness is not really. Fascinating. Aren’t poets wonderful for making as look anew?
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whisperinggums, sorry to make your brain spin! I loved Imaginary Number for that same reason. When I was a kid I tried to tell my tall family that if I stood in an empty field all alone I wouldn’t be short. They just laughed at me. Oh, I’ve got to get around to reading Memoirs of a dutiful daughter for all kinds of reasons and now I have to add the joy/happiness aspect. I think it really interesting how we don’t ever really talk much about it and the difference between the two. Poets and philosophers are wonderful at making us look at things anew!
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Yay, poetry on Tuesday. And what an interesting format this volume of this new to me poet has. I find the quote from Section 2 really intriguing and ‘Personal Essay’ just sounds really good. Somehow the poetry Pulitzer doesn’t get much attention with us.
What a pity.
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Cath, I wish I could have spent more time with the book but I had to return it to the library. That quote from section 2 comes late in the piece and I would like to read it again to see better how it fits in and how the piece fits into the whole book. “Personal Essay” is full of really wonderful thoughts and images, I liked it very much. Since the Pulitzer is an American prize it is no really surprise it doesn’t get much attention. It is also given out for all more than poetry and I think the other categories tend to overshadow poetry.
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The inclusion of the prose section in a collection that won a poetry award is interesting. Perhaps it suggests that we should reconsider how we define poetry?
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Alex, that’s a good point I had not considered!
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I love the sound patterns he created in that poem extract The People I Know. Oozing is a fabulous word.
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BookerTalk, isn’t it good? I like oozing too. The word itself has a kind of oozing quality.
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I love “an impossibility that has its uses”. That’s an excellent phrase for all kinds of situations.
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Jenny, isn’t that a good line? He has a number of them make you want to just sit and turn them over and over.
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Don’t you love coming across authors like this–in your ‘peripheral’ reading? I always think that even if I can’t read as many books as I would like, I at least know what’s ‘out there’ but that is not the case at all it would seem! Sounds like a real treat to read his poetry!
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Danielle, I do like finding “new” poets. Sheshadri is really interesting and, as you say, a treat!
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