Understated With Heart
My daughter introduced me to Raegan Butcher's poetry a few months ago. I think poetry is even more subjective than fiction, if that's possible. I need to be up front when I say that Butcher and I have corresponded—we have a mutual admiration for each other's work. That said, I can only give my personal thoughts on his poetry based on my particular penchants and tastes.
Here are my thoughts on his poetry collection, Rusty String Quartet.
First, the titles. Don't skip the titles—they are as integral to the poem as the poem itself. And this is part of the understated beauty of Butcher's work. He takes tiny, small doses of his life, his world, and doles them out with a sharp, clean sentiment. There is nothing sentimental in his prose, however. It is straight-at-you, balls-to-the-wall stark. This is what makes it so fresh and exciting—and so accessible.
Some people don't like poetry, but they love fiction. I would bet anything that these people would be fans of Butcher's poetry. Each poem is a miniature story with untold layers, and it's up to us to fill them in. Or not. An example and one of my favorites:
muse
i left you/ on my fingers & face/ all day/ it was like carrying around/ a little piece of heaven
He takes the most simple of things and creates something rich. He takes the most banal happenings, and turns them into poignant epiphanies. It feels as though we are walking with him through his life--in real time. Butcher recommends you read it in order, like a book. I agree and I disagree. I think it should be done both ways. There is, within the poems, a clear, almost linear narrative which is compelling. But to just open the book and pick one out—the poems definitely stand on their own in their complexity and poignancy.
Other times, he speaks with a voice that creates a tear in the heart:
i…say a prayer/ to my 14 tiny gods/ to look out for him/ and his mother too / because they are both/more beautiful/ and more deserving/ than i will ever be.
I'll never forget the poem that captured me and made me a Raegan Butcher fan for life.
my occupation
when people ask me/ what i do/ i tell them/ i read poetry/ to the deaf/ and paint pictures/for the blind
This poem captures the heart and soul and isolation of being an artist. It resonated thoroughly for me.
Every so often Butcher stumbles on a cliché, but I get that, too. Sometimes it's hard to tell when something feels "right" because it's "right" or because it's familiar. But he doesn't fall into the trap often. Mostly he zings you with lines like: all i can do/is test/the odds and/play with the pain. And then lines that zing in a different way, because they are so understated: sometimes i find it/very hard/to be a/ man.
Raegan Butcher's poetry speaks to the artist's soul. There are many out there who love poetry who would not like his poems. I humbly submit, they are not artists. And if they are, they are into a type of art that is encased in pretensions and/or academia. No, Butcher's writing is not for them. It is not proper, it is not polite, it is not metered and rhymed, it isn't pretentious and filled with purple prose.
It is for people like me: people who crave heart and depth and complexity within the simple—he has created in me what Nabokov so elegantly described: "a sob in the spine of the writer-artist." And that's no small thing.