Local poet’s new book explores ‘The Other Place You Live’
Published February 2, 2011
In her latest collection of poems, “The Other Place You Live” (Mayapple Press, $14.95), the unique gifts of expressiveness and imagery that are the hallmarks of St. Louisan Jane O. Wayne are on full display. Wayne’s poems have appeared in “Poetry,” “The Iowa Review,” “American Scholar,” “Ploughshares” and other prestigious journals, and her previous three collections received awards and praise.
In the title poem, “The Other Place You Live,” Wayne evokes a host of emotions and feelings:
Here in the dark where lies are taken
for the truth,
some anxious question
keeps raising its hand
in the back row.
And either a camera dwells too long
on a close-up,
or a scene shifts arbitrarily.
The night likes to find
the rough place,
to run a finger over a scar
until you can hear
the playground tease
or you’re on the wrong bus again,
a woollen sleeve
trying to run condensation
from the window-
years it takes-
searching in a vortex of streets
for a certain house,
a door with no address
and somewhere a room
with a bed waiting,
the covers turned back
in childhood.
If you try to call out,
words catch
in your throat,
the gurgling of an empty bottle
plunged in water.
Wayne uses concrete, tactile images – a “camera dwells,” “a woollen sleeve,” “an empty bottle” – seemingly stable, everyday objects that get our attention, to evoke the “anxious question” that “keeps raising its hand in the back row.” At any given moment in one’s mind, there is an emotional subtext to the world we are observing.
Wayne’s verbal affinity invites the viewer into the depicted scene. One does not know what lies ahead, but cannot resist being drawn into the foyer, the stairwell, to what lies beyond.
A stanza in Wayne’s “Where Everything Seems Possible” describes a car that “speeds down a desert highway/ that doesn’t end, or else it soars along a causeway/headed for an island/always out of reach.”
Yes, like Robert Frost, Wayne invites us along to “take the road less traveled.” Along the way, like T. S. Eliot, she can “show us fear in a handful of dust.” She writes in the same poem of “some melody/still playing in your mind/but the lyrics gone.”
In “What the Surgeon Says” Wayne evokes fear of a more immediate, accessible kind:
Tumor, he says, noninvasive-
though it spreads quickly
through the room you’re in,
takes over so there’s nothing else
to talk about. And he goes on:
benign, he adds,
brain stem, skull bone-gives a crash course
in neurosurgery,
a new language to master
in under an hour, to take home
in the same skull he promises
to break and enter. A stranger-
and how much closer can he get?
He talks as though under anesthesia
you’ll be absent, instead of listening
No matter what Wayne writes about, she is always present. Her expressiveness is not limited to the obvious here and now. She can evoke the unheard melodies as sweetly and as vividly as those that are heard. She invites readers into the innermost reaches of her mind, giving voice to the universal joys and anxieties that walk with us on our daily journeys.
Poetry reading
WHAT: Jane Wayne reading from “The Other Place You Live”
When: Noon Monday, Feb. 14
Where: Lewis Room at Fontbonne University’s library
How much: Free
More info: 314-889-1451