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Here: Constructing Extended Lyric Prose of Desire
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When I sit down to write, I
approach with a sort of compulsion, and what I mean is that I feel crazed to
find the most resonant and booming way to express a moment, a story, an
experience. It’s what we know as the creative impulse, the urge to fashion a
narrative which takes a reader on a beautiful journey that engages all the
senses, the story reaching for some sort of epiphany or state of
transformation. It’s quite the ambitious task. I am thoughtful in my approach,
aware of my disadvantages, or doubts, my ego, but in essence, what I’m always
reaching for, is that place in writing that revolutionizes or surpasses daily
function, that place which takes ordinary practice and pulls it into something
greater, to persist in the lyric moment.
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the lyric moment as…
How to prolong the lyric
moment? How to reconcile poetic techniques with extended narratives? These are
the questions Carole Maso asks in her essay, “Notes of a Lyric Artist Working in Prose: A
Lifelong Conversation with Myself Entered Midway,” of which she reveals a
number of poetic techniques writers must incorporate in order to prolong the
lyric moment—architecture, music, constellations, and image intensity. She
refers primarily to works of fiction, but these strategies, of course, can be
applied to nonfiction works as well, and that’s my primary genre of interest.
Maso references the erotics of extended lyric prose, which to her, works in the
elongation and expansion of a prose text. She calls it “an opening.” She writes, “There is compression in lyric fiction, yes,
but also expansion. Elongation. The longing for clearings. An opening up of
perceptions, possibilities, every time the writer or the reader sits down. And
duration, and the obvious erotics of this.” This idea of the erotics of
duration, of expansiveness in writing lyric prose, of opening, works in various
layers here. There is the layer of possibility in the composition of lyric
prose, but there is also the prose of desire and the ability of two writers to
write within this expansiveness, to approach the work as anticipation, as
intimate linking. Not to mention the erotic as power, which Audre Lorde has
espoused in her essay “The Uses of the Erotic.”
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two texts
In Anais
Nin’s autobiographical novel (perhaps we call it a nonfiction novel, or a hybrid
text), A Spy in the House of Love, Sabina, the narrator, is struggling with her
own identity and freedom within various sexual relationships. She is torn
between the safety of marriage and the excitement of sexual affairs. It’s a
story of sensual restlessness. In the introduction to the novel Anita Jarczok
refers to Anais Nin as among “the
most notable experimental writers of the twentieth century.” While Nin is
widely known for her diaries, this novel exemplifies some of her extraordinary
lyrical writing. As Jarczok says, Nin’s “carefully
selected words and elaborately constructed phrases are woven into expressive
and memorable passages. Together with the rich imagery and lyrical language,
they create the spellbinding and dreamlike atmosphere of the narrative.”
Katherine Angel’s book, Unmastered:
A Book on Desire Most Difficult to Tell, is an experimental
nonfiction work in which the narrator explores her love affair with a man
through personal experience and philosophy. In this book, she considers the
feminine, the masculine and the relationship between those two as she questions
the nature of women’s sexuality and desire.
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design
In her essay, Carole Maso
writes of architecture. This term describes what we’re all trying to do when we
construct a narrative. It’s the art of design. How are we to design our essays,
our stories? Which form works to fit the content? Her idea of architecture is
one of spaciousness in which the passion of the mind can release its creativity
onto the page. Virginia Woolf, wrote, in reference to form, “Stand at the window and let your rhythmical
sense open and shut, boldly and freely until one thing melts into another,
until the taxis are dancing with the daffodils, until a whole has been made
from all the separate fragments.” Maso refers to the construction of form as an
organic process, one that is mysterious and elusive, where the construction is
an experience of space. Often, we don’t find the architecture of an extended
prose piece until we begin writing, as we explore what story we’re trying to
tell and how the form may enhance the content. Maso suggests, “To create whole worlds through implication,
suggestion, in a few bold strokes. Not to tyrannize with narrative. Allow a
place for the reader to live, to dream.” That’s our aim in assembling a
narrative: creating a cathedral to enter in as readers, to look up and around
at the space in which we can feel a story’s depth.
Angel’s book is constructed
in such a way that allows for the elucidation of concepts, namely that of the
feminine struggle with desire. Without the chosen architecture, without the
form, the story would/could not hold as much weight. Angel extends the
expansiveness of the story by setting her book into eleven titled sections. She
titles each with a lyrical title, allowing the reader into the substantial
space of her exploration of desire. This allows for possibility and rumination
on what’s to be discovered in revealing the details of the affair and the
subsequent questioning of the narrator. Subtle connections are made between the
text in the chapters with the titles themselves. For instance, in a section
titled, “I
Would Even Say: To Open Her Mouth,” the narrator covers several subjects having
to do with expression, dialogue, voicing opinions about women’s sexuality, the
differences between the feminine and the masculine, even a simple argument
between the narrator and her lover. The titles are a clue to what we may find
on the pages that follow. And they are beautiful on their own. As poems. In
addition, the notes to the book tell us that each title references another
writer’s work. For example, “Harnessed
to a Shark” references a phrase from Virginia Woolf’s Selected Diaries, October
27, 1935.
Within the eleven sections,
Angel splits her book into further segments: Roman numerals create distinct
sections and within that framework, numbered sections with the text. She uses
white space in building the architecture of the book, something that poets have
at their disposal in order to give the reader contrast, weight, pause. Angel
writes in sparse prose with sometimes only one sentence on a page, usually
revealing some dramatic content or language, followed by white space, leaving
the reader to consider the meaning of the text. For instance, early on, Angel
writes, “Fuck
me. Yes, fuck me!” and then leaves the rest of the page open. Using white space
presents ideas in fragments and can be quite provocative. It creates tension.
For instance, in another example, she writes in reference to women and women’s
sexual identity, “So,
we’re all whores now?” then white space, followed by, “Silly grown women.” The white space here is a
way to cue. To pause. To suspend the lyric. To upset the conventional structure
of storytelling.
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questions
Angel asks questions of the
reader as an opportunity for engagement with the narrative creating a storyline
by questioning. For instance, Angel writes, “Must I either take or be taken? Must I either
do or be done?” Again, “Is
this a compulsion to be what the other person wants? Am I sitting in the draft,
taking the leg? Am I not quite myself, but someone else?” She continues to
build the narrative, even validates it, with many feminist authors, most
notably Susan Sontag and Virginia Woolf. Angel responds to the quotes, or in
addition, the quotes are connected to various events taking place within the
story of the love affair. She quotes Sontag, “Fucking vs being fucked,” wrote Sontag. “The deeper experience—more gone—is being
fucked.” She responds by telling of an event in which she wants to make love on
top, to be in control, but then she second guesses herself and wonders if “The Man” as she calls him will not be fully
satisfied if she’s on top. This goes on for several pages in which she
investigates the nature of sexual positions and how they relate to power and
femininity, but again it’s almost as if it is a call and response, a technique
to build space within a storyline. Later on she quotes Foucault: “Pleasure, wrote Foucault—pleasure in the truth
of pleasure—is sustained, ‘but not without trembling a little,’...” The rest of
the chapter is devoted to sexual acts and defining pleasure within them.
If Angel were to go from
point A to B in a linear fashion, we might not get the dramatic pauses that her
particular construction allows us. In terms of content, this exploration of
desire and sexuality is dramatized in this form. It’s a lyrical subject in
itself—the erotic, the sensual, and to use a lyric form for construction
heightens the effect of the text. You could call it an “erotic form.”
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dreams
Nin’s book does not follow a
traditional novel form in that time is murky within the framework of the story.
She creates a dreamy atmosphere on the page. One never knows where Sabina, the
narrator, is in time. We switch between multiple encounters with various men—five
in fact—as well as switch between Sabina’s fantasies and anxiety about what
each lover thinks of her, or whether her husband will find out about her
affairs. In lieu of a traditional timeline to create a framework for her novel,
she blends the events, fantasies, and dreams together to create a new
architecture, one that is expansive and actually reflects reality as stories
never unfold in the way we design them to. This does not create confusion
because we understand this is how the book has been constructed. We float with
the narrator in and out of affairs and dreams. For example, there are no
chapter breaks, numbers, or titles. Further, in one section, Sabina is visiting
her lover, Philip, in three different places. First, on a boat. Then, the sand
dunes. Then, the city. It’s drawn out as fragmented memoir. Sabina muses moving between lovers and
desire and insomnia and calm moving between these section without pause, in a
floating atmosphere which mimics the narrator’s own drifting between erotic
affairs.
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music
Maso writes that we should “sing in prose, to somehow get the urgency of
bone and blood and hair, entire histories, into prose.” She calls this type of
writing “symphonic, fugue.” We can manipulate sound in
our sentences as Maso suggests by reading everything we write aloud. Nin is a
master of music in her language. It seems to fuel her prose,
“Desire made a volcanic island, on which they
lay in a trance, feeling the subterranean whirls lying beneath them, dance
floor and table and the magnetic blues uprooted by desire, the avalanches of
the body’s tremors. Beneath the delicate skin, the tendrils of secret hair, the
indentations and valleys of flesh, the volcanic lava flowed, desire
incandescent, and where it burned the voices of the blues being sung became a
harsh wilderness cry, a bird and untamed cry of pleasure and cry of danger and
cry of fear and cry of childbirth and cry of wound pain from the same hoarse
delta of nature’s pits.”
This passage moves like how a
body might move. It evokes the erotic. Her use of repetition heightens the
music, like beats, like what it’s like to get lost in a song we love. The music
of the language also works to intensify the desire, makes us feel the eruption
that’s taking place within the narrator. There is movement in the word choice.
And the cries toward the end beckon music and desire at the same time, ending
on the right beat, a consummation of the desire and the song. Use of
punctuation is important for the pause, but also to keep the music of the
sentence in continuity. In an interesting blog post by Ken Carroll, he writes
about the idea of variation in sentence length, which he believes is the key to
making music in language because in fact, our human speech has variation as
well. He recommends contrasting short sentences with longer ones.
Nin,
“The
present - Alan, with his wrists hidden in silky brown hair, his long neck
always bending towards her like a very tree of faithfulness - was murdered by
the insistent, whispering interfering dream, a compass pointing to mirages
flowing in the music of Debussy like an endless beckoning, alluring, its voices
growing fainter if she did not listen with her whole being, its steps lighter
if she did not follow, its promises, its sighs of pleasure growing clearer as they
penetrated deeper regions of her body directly through the senses bearing on
airy canopies all the fluttering banners of gondolas and divertissements.”
That’s one sentence,
extending the lyric over many images, sounds, tunes. One could say that it’s
important to vary sentence length and to even use fragments, one word
sentences, to mimic music, but here’s it’s like an opera of sorts. The use of
punctuation, again, helps in this sentence to contain the music. Again too, we
hear a repetition that makes the music with the clauses of “its” over and over again, drawing out the
lyric. On one end of the sentence, the narrator struggles with her husband and
his faithfulness, his solidity and then, we flow into the narrator’s desire,
which unfolds as a melody would, both in rhythm and tonality and extension.
Later on, Nin writes about
Stravinsky’s “Firebird”
as Sabina’s place in music where she might find
self-revelation, “The fireworks were mounted on wire bodies waving amorous
arms, tip-toeing on the purple tongues of the Holy Ghost, leaping out of
captivity, Mercury’s wings of orange on pointed torches hurled like javelins
into space sparring through the clouds, the purple vulvas of the night.” Much
of Nin’s book is akin to this type of prose. And while she brings the music,
she also returns to this notion of desire, by comparing clouds to “vulvas in the night.” It’s a delicacy and an
attention to the sound that makes for prose that unites the reader in their
quest for connection and understanding.
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of patterns
The definition of
constellation is a group or cluster of related things. It comes from the Middle
English as an astrological term denoting the relative positions of the stars.
Maso refers to constellations in lyric prose as patterns or accidental associations.
These constellations evolve throughout a story or narrative, change and augment
the lyric work. In reference to her own work Maso writes, “I wanted it all: the moment and the elongation
of the moment, and then another moment, and the cumulative pleasures of an
intensifying, building content.” She goes on to explain what she wanted in her
prose, “The
pleasure of accumulated meanings, of accretion, which is the narrative act. A
fragile constellation, through time and space, of relationship.”
From the beginning of her
work, Angel builds connections between the feminine and the masculine,
liberation versus connection. She does this through sexual encounters with her
lover in order to ask, find, provoke the larger questions. These layers build
upon each other as we go on in the reading. It’s like tree branches crossing
over each other, lattice work possibly, spider webs, knitted scarfs, any number
of things that layer meaning by associative connection. A really good example
of this type of constellation work occurs in the middle of Angel’s book. There
are three numbered sections that build upon each other that explore the idea of
the masculine versus the feminine. In the first she writes, “My man. This man. The Man. No wonder, sighed
Ellis, that ‘so few women, so very few men”—the anguish in that ‘very’!—‘come safely into port.” In the second
section beneath, “Coming
safely into port. He puts down anchor in me, and finds his masculinity there. I
put down anchor in him, in his masculinity, and find my femininity there.” She’s
also creating an intensity of images in the patterns as well. In the next
section, facing the page, “A
port: a place to rest. A place also to traverse, to pass through. Putting down
anchor, but only for a while.” She’s started with the man, and man’s need to
find his maleness with a woman, though she uses the port as a metaphor, that
its not an easy landing, its temporary, a resting place, but not permanent. She
builds in just two pages and three numbered fragments this constellation of
meaning. If we were to craft our prose with this careful attention to
patterning, our prose becomes complex and elaborate. In addition, Angel builds
upon the entire idea of desire throughout the work as a constellation, as
hunger, and she uses different ways to approach the subject, but each fragment
is working to build upon the previous one in order to create that cumulative
intensification. Desire becomes hunger. Hunger becomes the female wanting more.
Hunger becomes the voice. Then the man. And it all starts to interplay.
Another example in Angel’s
book of this kind of constellation that I want to point out is two separate
fragments that appear side by side.
My
desire to speak desire, as I struggle against their weight, is revisionist: of
myself, and of what I understood to have made that self. Of the feminism that
made me, and that forbade my desire; or the feminism I made make me—for what
makes us choose the canon we choose?
And next,
The
desire to speak desire is a desire to burst through silence, to puncture. As
such, it is also erotic; it contains its own excitement. Speaking undoes the
perceived straitjacketing. Unlaces the corset, winds down the hair.
Angel struggles with her
desire to speak desire, calls it out as a retelling, a revision to herself, to
what she knows. Calls out feminism that denied her desire, or that she denied
herself. She’s struggling to find the voice and so she continues to build the
tension in the next passage. She wants to burst through the quiet, the woman
who does not speak her desire. The sentence, “As such, it is also erotic; it contains its
own excitement,” which likens back to Maso’s idea that the elongation of the
lyric prose is erotic: the excitement, the expansiveness, opening. So here,
Angel “unlaces the corset, winds
down the hair,” an opening of speaking of desire, taking risks, bursting,
elongating.
Nin also creates connections and patterns within her work as she writes desire in a different way, through a fictional narrator who struggles to find her own identity within various sexual relationships, but because this is the pulse behind the narrative, each section continues to build on this pattern of associations. For instance, the association that she works to build throughout the entire novel is that of the multiple self. She writes,
Nin also creates connections and patterns within her work as she writes desire in a different way, through a fictional narrator who struggles to find her own identity within various sexual relationships, but because this is the pulse behind the narrative, each section continues to build on this pattern of associations. For instance, the association that she works to build throughout the entire novel is that of the multiple self. She writes,
“Slowly what she composed with the new day was
her own focus, to bring together body and mind. This was made with an effort,
as if all the dissolutions and dispersions of her self the night before were difficult to reassemble. She was like
an actress who must compose a face, an attitude to meet the day.”
Consistently throughout, she
writes of re-design, of designing a new self, of masks, of being an actress in
her own life, of pretending. This continues to build with each new affair, each
new man she encounters. It becomes a chaos of constellations. She also uses her
cape as a way to build this question of identity. Always she’s running away
from someone or something with this cape hiding her true self, or masking her
chaotic, restless inquiry into who she is. In reference to a man who gazes her
way, she writes, “It
was the alchemy of desire fixing itself upon the incarnation of all women into
Sabina for a moment but as easily by a second process able to alchemize Sabina
into many others.” The fractured self. The search for identity. One woman and
many women. To be honest in our exploration of patterns, we must immerse
ourselves in the pleasure of creating those links, in seeking the wholeness
that Nin and Angel do in their narratives. It’s the under layer of our prose.
The working layers. The associations built into a round ball, a whole sun. An
erotic embrace.
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forced to see
Intensity meaning force,
potency, strength and if we are to use imagery in our prose, then they should
carry the intensity of the thing they are trying to portray. Just as in poetry.
Images are our means for bringing meaning to a story, for exploring the weight
of a narrative, for bringing intensity of imagination. It’s how the reader can
picture a whole world. Maso writes, “Images
follow a progress through interplays and modulation until they reach a level of
nearly unbearable intensity.” She goes on,
“Throughout, images such as boats, dream, figs,
swans, roses, horses, gloating, angel, butterfly
endlessly repeat themselves in varying configurations as the imagination gropes and tries to make sense of chaotic
experience. As the imagination tries to save, the outward world distorts to
speak of the interior world. The internal world informs the external world. A
hallucination.”
So imagery, and the intensity
of certain imagery, becomes a dream, or a hallucination for the reader. A
mirror for what we feel inside of us. The strength of a writer is when they can
take an image, intensify it over an extended prose piece, and make it work in
such a way that our imaginations are making sense of experience as Maso
suggests. Both Nin and Angel rely on image intensity throughout their extended
prose works to provoke the imagination and to sense the external world. They do
not rely on one image alone, but multiple that work with each other, against
each other, through each other.
Nin returns to several of the
same images again and again. Fever is a common one to evoke the sensual
restlessness of Sabina. She has throughout “feverish breathlessness,” “not yet warmed by her feverishness,” “the fever had reached its peak.” As well, the
flesh and body are repeated. Sabina wears a cape throughout the story which
works as a way to intensify the narrator’s search for an identity, for her
masculine freedom, for her multiple selves. For instance, she writes, “Also the cape held within its folds something
of what she imagined was a quality possessed exclusively by man: some dash,
some audacity, some swagger of freedom denied to a woman.” Again she writes, “...the warrior’s shield for his face in
battle, all these she experienced when she placed a cape around her shoulder.”
Nature in various forms
repeats itself as a building and intensifying image—the dark, the ocean, trees,
the moon—all imagery she calls upon to build the desire of the narrator.
“The song ascended, swelled, gathered together
all the turmoil of the sea, the rutilant gold carnival
of the sun, rivalled the wind and flung its highest notes into space like the
bridge span of a flamboyant rainbow. And then the incantation broke.”
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end
All of these things—constellations,
image intensity, music, architecture—should be on our minds when we sit down to
write. Let’s write like poets do, remembering that our job as essayists is to
embrace the expansiveness of language, to create a place that a reader enters
with awe and wonder, to bring about an erotics of words and images. Think of
writing an extended lyric prose piece as an opening to the passion and desire
we all hold within us, as Audre Lorde has suggested is the “power of the erotic.”
To do this, we compose for music, design images for intensification,
constellate and pattern meaning, and architect an expansive space. Approach our
writing as we do the erotic.
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Melissa Matthewson lives and writes in the Applegate Valley of southwestern Oregon. Her essays have appeared in Guernica, Mid-American Review, River Teeth, Bellingham Review, New Delta Review, among others. Her work has earned an AWP Intro Journals award and has been listed as notable in Best American Essays. She recently completed a fragmented memoir of lyric essays about desire, marriage, farming, and identity. She teaches writing at Southern Oregon University and runs an organic vegetable farm. You can find her at http://www.melissamatthewson.com.
This is such a wonderful piece.
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