A book of poems that was the novelistic equivalent of a true page-turner to read - this book took me by surpise in that it was utterly enjoyable and a breeze to read. I started and finished it in the same sitting, and two hours later was still as energized by the poems as when I began reading. The book actually gained considerable energy and momemtum as it went on, so much so that 70 pages later I came away from this book still wanting more.
For me Ruefle's work is a kind of strange and wonderful hybrid of something akin to the explosive comic sense of Gilda Radner, the absurdist tragi-comic sensibility of Samuel Beckett (who seems to me an oblique yet real influence throughout her entire body of work), the lyrical gift of Keats or Dickinson, the imagism of Tu Fu or Li Po, the wildness of Ashberry, and the deep playfulness of a serious language poet whose work lies almost entirely outside that genre.
Which is to say, verily, that she overflows with (rather than contains) multitudes.
I used to be discomfited by not being able to find my center of gravity while reading Ruefle - as if I wasn't able to keep from losing my balance - but now I realize that there are a multitude of gravitational centers in her work, each one to be appreciated and savored for its own fierce or gentle pull, push, tug, shove, or gut-punch - its own peculiar vertigo:
PERFECT EXAMPLE
O my friend, your imponderabilia
frightens me. The moon is beclouded
and still whitens the night.
You must believe me when I tell you
it makes no difference that
Armstrong walked on its chalk.
You must not drink too much
or you will forget her gleam
is upon us. It is as though
a severed head rolled in
and stopped at your feet....
Mary Reufle's work always confirms for me one really important thing about the mystery of individual consciousness: That given the choice, it's truly impossible to want to be someone other than ourselves. What I'm getting at is that no one - not even a middling playright - would in the end choose to be Shakespeare even if he or she could choose to be Shakespeare. What's truly enjoyable is to see the world with new eyes(if not fall in love with the world all over) with the help of another's consciousness, especially one that enlarges and augments our own.
Mary Ruefle must be among the ten or twenty essential poets writing in English today.