« Back to issue 36

Keeping Pace on These Streets

a review of Kevin Pilkington’s The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree

by J. A. Tyler



The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree
by Kevin Pilkington
70 pages

The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree (Black Lawrence Press, Feb. 2011) is a collection that emphasizes travel and place and is, in the end, the calm evidence of Pilkington’s confidence as a poet who freely shifts between modes and rhythm schemes. Kevin Pilkington, author of six previous poetry collections, puts this latest book into a triad of varied velocity, breaking the book into three sub-sections, each with its own cadence and emotional pull.

In the opening section ‘Street Music’, Pilkington gives us directions and maps, settings that we know ourselves but immersed in Pilkington’s own private world, his friends and family, his neighbors and nieces, his peopled surroundings:

from ‘Promises’:
Kevin Pilkington, author of six previous poetry collections, puts this latest book into a triad of varied velocity, breaking the book into three sub-sections, each with its own cadence and emotional pull.

Before I can lean over to tell her
that the sparkle will go out as soon
as the sun comes up, she
points to the walk sign and says
we can go. Instead I remind her
to make sure the traffic light is red
and strong enough to stop
all the cars it should.


This is followed by the second section, ‘Parthenon’, which turns to a more decidedly formal style, moving us through voyages and marriage, the stricter affairs of our lives, the times when we stand taller, when we wear our pretend bowties tightly tied:

from ‘Postcard from Santorini’:

In the morning when
the sun comes up, you’ll see it’s a town you
placed around your lover’s neck. The ruins here
are ancient towns and cities that look like your
relationships and marriage but at least yours are
recent. Those of you who no longer do coke or
just got out of rehab might be tempted again
watching cruise ships going in and out of port
with long white lines in their wake. It’s not what
you think, but if you roll up a bill and stick it
in your nose you’ll just snort water.


The final section is sub-titled ‘The View From Here’ and is the most acerbic of the three, bringing in heavy doses of sensory elements to jam specific environments down into us – a bakery, a street-corner, a gym – the overall intended effect of finally capsizing our movement, Pilkington slowing our pace and forcing us to take deliberate critical notice of this world:

from ‘Scattered Crumbs’:

You look out, take a sip then sit
still in order to watch the city move.
A bus rattles like dentures in the cold
on its way cross town; a flock
of pigeons near the curb walk on feet
shaped like pitch forks, their heads
moving back and forth—pistons
to an engine even a mechanic could never
fix.


The Unemployed Man Who Became a Tree is not grown from innovative structures, is not built with original phrases or new vocabulary – instead it creeps in on us by using all that is familiar and comfortable, delving into those small and quiet moments of living to unveil the finite space between ourselves and our settings, the sometimes alien positions where we feel so at home.

Discuss    About the Author   Read More

About J. A. Tyler


J. A. Tyler is founding editor of Mud Luscious Press and the author of INCONCEIVABLE WILSON (Scrambler Books, 2009), A MAN OF GLASS & ALL THE WAYS WE HAVE FAILED (Fugue State Press, 2011), and A SHINY, UNUSED HEART (Black Coffee Press, 2011). For more, visit: www.chokeonthesewords.com.

0 comments
Discussion

You must be a Red Fez member to comment.
There are no comments yet...