Island Soul — a new chapbook suite by Alex Caldiero

 

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A triptych in the colors of the Sicilian flag, Island Soul comprises 2008 Notebook 1 (2 January-3 April) and Notebooks 2a (May) and 2b (Feb, March, May).

For Utah’s Arts Magazine, 15 Bytes, I wrote about Alex’s chapbooks, about the idea of his chapbooks. See that essay HERE. I’m now the fortunate recipient of three more in the remarkable series.

The first page of the first notebook:

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The author looks out at the reader through glasses, surrounded by hair and enveloped by  words that read:

From today on there is a line hidden in every sentence that followed far enuf begins to describe an image which never enuf another way shown how it grows until face is no more than what you put out there for all to see and know otherwise an unknown image takes you into a realm of silence.

… and, reading from below and upside down:

How else could you know how to bleed if not for the liquids that inhabit your inner body of flesh so vital to life so much a part of Life.

Like much of Alex’s work (all of his work?), this image/text explores the border of what can be said and what cannot be said, what we can know and what we so fervently wish we could know. The first sentence promises hidden knowledge, perhaps the knowledge hidden in the intervening and inverted lines. The sentence begins to describe an image that is, perhaps, knowledge beyond words but that in the words that make up the lines falters syntactically (“which never enuf another way shown how it grows”). We end up back at the image put out there for all to see because “an unknown image takes you into a realm of silence.”

And if the inverted and inserted message is meant to be the hidden knowledge, what is the message? We know how to bleed because we have blood. Life is the message. The body is the message. Flesh is knowledge.

A couple of pages later Alex thinks again about images and knowledge:

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Thought forms — more than thoughts yet thoughts — forms of thought. And not “who” could understand them but “what.” What form of thought could understand thought forms? The drawing itself, I take it, is an attempt to hold the thought forms . . . and the image, only the image can understand them.

Mysticism is always, wonderfully circular. Truth is a mobile army of metaphors, a truth Alex will quickly deny.

Another poem — from the second volume with the cyclops on the cover — references the island the books called “Island Soul” speak of:

Dream of the cyclops & of

the boulders & sea — who

am I that I should be

re-telling this to you?

Certainly no Odysseus — no

one who is resourceful or

wise — just some soul,

like any other, trying to see

his way home.

Because I’ve been reading a lot about German Romanticism for a course I’ll teach this fall, it’s inevitable that I hear, in Alex’s non-heroic odyssey, echoes of Novalis:

Wo gehen wir denn hin? Immer nach Hause.

Where, then, are we going? We’re always going home.

Another poem from the volume returns to Heimweh / homesickness:

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Home is where names and images give way to taste and color.

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The truth, the root, the wound, the never ending waking moment. This mystic of the Romantic persuasion finds not his soul but “only me again.” Still, the search, the struggle, and the effort move and expand the soul.

Wohin geht der geheimnisvolle Weg? Immer nach innen.

Whither the secret path? Always inward.

Novalis again. And, continuing the Romantic quest, there is the fragment so critical in the thought of Friedrich Schlegel and Novalis and, it turns out, Caldiero:

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The fragment holds what the whole can never contain by virtue of its fragmentary nature to include by implication all that it is not.

The third volume of the triptych is a record of lost and found and in the process hidden records (the damage done by a washing machine). I love what it promises, what it veils, what it reveals through its fragmentary nature. Islands of thought.

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About Scott Abbott

Ph.D. in German Literature from Princeton University, 1979. Then I taught at Vanderbilt University, BYU, and Utah Valley State College. At Utah Valley University, I'm Director of the Program in Integrated Studies and former Chair of the Department of Humanities and Philosophy. My publications include a book on Freemasonry and the German Novel, two co-authored books with Zarko Radakovic (published in Serbo-Croatian in Belgrade), and translations of a book by Austrian author Peter Handke and of a catalogue of an exhibit called "The German Army and Genocide." More famously, my children are in the process of creating good lives for themselves: as a model and manager, as a teacher of Chinese language, as a watershed scientist and science writer, as a jazz musician, as a corrections officer, as university students, and as parents. I share my life with UVU historian Lyn Bennett and our yellow dog Blue. Some publications at http://works.bepress.com/scott_abbott/
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