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Est. Packaging Dimensions: Length: 8.66" Width: 5.83" Height: 0.16" Weight: 0.3 lbs.
Release Date Jul 1, 2005
Publisher WordTech Communications
ISBN 1932339981 ISBN13 9781932339987
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More About Leah Nielsen
Leah Nielsen holds an MFA from the University of Alabama. Her first collection of poetry, No Magic, was published by Word Press, a division of WordTech Communications. Most recently, her poems have appeared in Fourteen Hills, Hotel Amerika, Indiana Review, and Rattle. She teaches at Westfield State University, in Westfield, MA, and lives there with her husband and two wild and crazy dogs.
reviewed by Pablo Peschiera in DIAGRAM Nov 7, 2005
The rural life of the US is too often described in simple language: because the landscape is perceived as plain, and is thought to be peopled by those who "speak plainly," the life and landscape is rarely given the honor of syntactical complexity. In No Magic, Leah Nielsen does occasionally make the mistake of using plain language, but it works-most of the time.
No Magic is Nielsen's first book, and like many first books it is organized by thematic sections; in this case, the first section, titled "Lung," is just as engaging as the other three. For example, the end of the first poem "The Lay of Beginnings," is both imagistically attractive in its use of the verb "fell" and emotionally absorbing because of the subject matter [...]
Throughout the book (but less often as the book progresses), Nielsen attempts to work a hole in our resistance to sentimentality by hooking into our curiosity: the longing for the father is cut with Nordic gods and legends, such as Loki, Odin, and Yggdrasil, the tree of the world; the images and poems evoking this sort of subtly mythic landscape are really the most interesting poems in the book. Many of the earlier poems are the most powerful specifically because of this combining of subjects. In "Even then I knew the world tree..." the Nordic legend is mixed with memories of shooting a .410 rifle, and this realization: "god how I loved it-/that silence right before," the pulling of the trigger. "Hreasvelg, the Eagle Called Corpse-swallower" is a beautiful lyric description of foreboding and loss made so because of its reliance on strong images of nature. These poems in which myth and life co-mingle end with the imagistic punch one enjoys-direct and clear, uncluttered by the weak syntax of conditional or prepositional phrases, or an unnecessarily light ironic statement.
The poems that do not mix-in myth are almost as interesting as those that do, despite their use of plainer, more direct syntax and image. In "March," a piglet is castrated and "the sow gnaws the testicles and swallows." In "Apology, a Love Poem" the tercets force the images to smoothly combine, so the buried statement, "[a]pologize until I forgive you//for what you haven't done," has all the more resonance. In "May" the speaker's identification with a cleaned and skinned catfish almost becomes desire when she asks "[w]hat tools/would he use to turn me inside out?" In "With my Mother Out" (a poem reminiscent of early Jack Gilbert), Nielsen gives us a girl who can and cannot recognize her disease-stricken father, startling, weakened, a girl who "hold[s]/out [her] hand to the nearly naked man."
There are many more poems that startle in this book: in "The Lay of Songs After a Day of Hard Work," a daughter's nighttime longing for the missing father is conveyed in short bucolic images of the farm and separation; and in "Because this was not going to be an elegy..." the avoidance of pain and the inability to rely on memory becomes, subtly, an acceptance of memory and its ability to give us just enough solace.
However, as with most first books of poems (hell, most books of poems, period), when one reads beyond the richer work, problems with the book come to the fore. The first problem is structural. The listing of four sections only-with no poem titles-in the table of contents seems an odd decision because the sections do not consistently define four individual themes or styles, especially not in the relationships between the section titles. There are two much better structural threads already running through the poems: the powerful burden of the father's early death gradually lifts as the poems progress, implying redemption and closure; and the poems titled with the months of the year clearly imply a movement through a series of stations. The book could have done away with sections entirely.
The second problem, and probably the more disconcerting one, is at the level of prosody. Nielsen occasionally relies less on the power of her images to get her reader to the lyrical finish for most of the poems, and tries, instead, to end what might otherwise be intellectually and emotionally engaging material with nearly glib statements. "Even then I knew the world tree..." commits this error (though only slightly), and "Attempt at a Wedding Poem for my Sister," has an irony in the last sentence ("It's the gesture that counts") that rings hollow in the ear. "Spin Cycle," "Baldur," "Thor, My Sister's Version," and "The Afterlife" would all be better poems if they had better endings. Some poems even forsake darkness for lightheartedness-something that should never happen.
Still, though, it feels ungenerous to complain in the face of goodness. And this book is, overall, good: good writing, good thinking, good material-good poems. The pieces that best display this poet's talents are those in which myth and life combine to form profundity; to form a poem greater than its parts, this poet uses syntax that challenges one's initial assumptions about subject and image. When the syntax is more restrained the poems achieve a worthy competence. Because of these two qualities, there is a sense that this poet has been in the world long enough to know a few things (a sort of very early middle-aged wisdom, such as that is), and that these things have left their imprints. May Nielsen continue to allow these imprints to bloom into poems, so that readers may read more of her work.
The title says it all Sep 19, 2005
There is no magic in Leah Nielsen's book; there are no cheap allusions or tricks in this book. It's good writing, plain and simple. No matter what your tastes are, No Magic has more than enough variety to satisfy you. The allusions to Norse mythology are fresh, and the last poem, "How To Go About Leaving," is a wonderful end to a great book. If you want to read smart poetry, buy this book. Buy this book now.
Leah Nielsen casts a spell Aug 26, 2005
I read this in manuscript form, and I'm so excited to see that it made its way into print! After reading tons of contemporary poetry books alluding to Greco-Roman myths, it's refreshing to read one that incorporates Norse eddas. That's one plus. Another: interspersed throughout the book are a series of "month" poems that provide a nice structure. I especially like "February," which begins with a heifer being artificially inseminated and ends "and, and, and." Third, there are the "lay" poems, which are powerful, well structured, and full of great imagery. Finally, the various "drafts" of a poem the speaker wrote for her sister's wedding are beautiful. I especially like "Third Attempt to Write a Poem for My Sister's Wedding," in which the speaker reminisces about old lovers, hers and her sisters:
. . . I classify them- warmhearted, warm, warmed up- I think I've got them pinned. But they crawl back
into the night, leave me lonely when I wake and all day long I can't shake the feeling they've taken me with them through the crack beneath the baseboards, into