Man with Head Removed by Sam Robinson
Man with Head Removed is a volume of “new and collected” poetry. Comprising New Age Self-Help (chapbook), Nature Poems (full length), Boston Spleen (chapbook—prose poems), and Man with Head Removed (recent poems), it possesses the weight and variety necessitated by a “collected” volume. Indeed, if there is a critique that can be leveled against the book it is simply that it is so long, its weight and variety at times overpowering the power each book has on its own.
That said, there is a clear through-line articulated by the book/s, explicitly addressed in the first poem:
The “being” of a flickering flame is a dance (occurance), the so instantaneous as to almost not have happened growth and decay of which is captured by caesurae in the line “decay growth and decay—again growth! // at the same time! it decays!” Here, Robinson uses the flickering flame as an almost Transcendental symbol (in the sense of words being signs of natural facts, and natural facts being a type of the divine Flow) not only of how being’s true nature is becoming but of how our own ideas about things are just parts of an endless process of becoming (“how many things it is to us everything”). The flame is many things because our thoughts constantly change, and our thoughts about the flame—in the poem, if not in experience as such—are part of the life of the flame.
There are several ways to critique this last thought philosophically. One would be to decry the projection of manmade ideas onto natural facts. Another would be to point out that language is intrinsically abstract, and therefore incapable of having any relationship with the material present (fields aflame) whatsoever. While there is evidence throughout Man with Head Removed that agrees with both these perspectives, the poems are at their strongest when they instead, as it’s put in one poem, “AFFIRM / nature’s signal” and allow Nature and mind to sync up in the process of becoming in the poem itself. Affirming that language itself falls short of fully mediating that marriage, Robinson nevertheless doesn’t run away into full-on abstraction/surrealism/disaffection but writes poems full of gold, eating, smiling, and genuine weight that express the unity of all things in “nature”:
All my thoughts express one
single thing— Nature
becoming all there is
in the mind of man, see all
ornament is just part of a monument
and would fall forever to the center without it
I can speak of nothing else
It’s important to note that Robinson’s “nature” is more capacious than you might expect. Indeed, he “can speak of nothing else” because, as he writes in “Thirty-Eight Affirmations,” nature is a process that includes everything:
AFFIRM
all vital information has been discovered
forgotten a thousand times over—
the task is to remember
AFFIRM
there is plastic in my body
AFFIRM
plastic is a part of nature
AFFIRM
the internet is real
AFFIRM
the internet is part of nature
AFFIRM
no technology is alien but latent in the animal and its
capabilities
AFFIRM
that animal is domesticated, perhaps fatally but not
terminally
AFFIRM
wild animals still exist
AFFIRM
wild animals kill, eat others, and commit
evil acts to be beautiful
AFFIRM
society is the wrinkled and sour
fruit of a civilization process
AFFIRM
a civilized animal is live stock
AFFIRM
the Sun will swallow the Earth
AFFIRM
it has done so before and we remain
AFFIRM
the flickering flame lights our world
The entirety of New Age Self-Help’s second half is made up of these poems, which take their name from a simple calculation of the number of (usually) one-line affirmations that follow the word “AFFIRM.” Individual affirmations can be a bit off-putting at first glance, prompting one to question the kind of “man” that would be created through making such affirmations:
AFFIRM
necessity of the predator
AFFIRM
necessity of the prey
However, another way of thinking about them is as expressions of what I would call the book’s natural-, as opposed to world-, historical bent. The world-historical perspective might say that affirming necessity of the predator-prey relationship endorses violence. However, the natural-historical way of reading the lines affirms interdependence, in which the ten thousand and more things are involved in an endless, dynamic process that would not be itself without the predators, without prey, and so on. The world-historical sweep implies the possibility of resistance, whereas you can’t resist becoming:
AFFIRM
you do not exist, you are not
AFFIRM
you are constantly chaotically
becoming in accord with necessity
In this sense, the affirmations are not about “you,” “me,” or “I” at all, but ecstatic voicings of processes it is not possible to take a “stand” against. Refusing to be disaffected, or to take a righteous stance about states of affairs, the affirmations preach staying with the flow of becoming, in fact suggesting that the only proper “response” to (or “stance” about) becoming is to affirm, affirm.
Speaking of predator and prey, Robinson at several points in Man with Head Removed glorifies an abandonment of human projects in the name of returning to animal nature, one notable example of which closes this fantastical poem:
the unveiling of things— all revealed, turnt out
every apartment like so many pockets spilling
all and sundry into the street— every garment,
book, furniture, appliance, every pantry emptied and spread
on the sidewalk— I have the keys to Franklin Park Zoo and after
stopping by a pharmacy that is my destination, (phà rmakon—
some poison endowing strength), I am letting a lion
and tiger wild on Newbury St— multicolored fabrics
receive deeper reds in rents, fire sale, EVERYTHING MUST GO
UP IN FLAMES— there are no more reservations art La Voile,
so I will prepare us
sole meunière and we will eat it complete with bones and eggs
What I learned being away for 3 days— 9 months— approaching 30 years
We cannot make the animals men but maybe
men can be made back into animals with graceful teeth and luscious skin
Robinson does not uncritically celebrate a “return” to more prehistoric urges (cf. “wolf-pack” image from “Moving”). What’s celebrated about animals, instead, is the practice of perceiving “DIRECTLY” (viz. Rilke’s “Open”), experience and the feeling of one’s body that is not instantly being converted into a “dead concept”:
Language is posited as the enemy of unthinking and/or empty mind, the latter being the state of, perhaps, “man with head removed.” However, the true enemy is not language as such but uses of language step outside of becoming to ask questions about why or wherefore, as if such an answer existed apart immediate experience of the flux:
— fire was stolen
from the gods and punished we
cooked food and made the brain a ruling
parasite that posed the most
disturbing question— “Why?”
There should be a way of using language naturally, in which mind as part of the process of becoming can be expressed. The act of poetry itself would be a formal method of reconnecting with the movement of becoming, its use of caesurae and line breaks able to “frame” that flow. In Robinson’s poetry, moments of such reconnection feel as well as directly name this as “religious experience”:
The “religious experience” described here is an ordinary day of sitting in the sun on the beach turned mystical, a style Robinson also deploys in this poem about a laundromat:
The Jaguar Sleeps at my Feet with a Gift
Once again the Chinese laundry serves
Me as a not-so-silent house of worship
Humming old machines intoning plangent
Songs of wear disintegrating fabric
Catholically pagan is this cyclic house
Agitants acknowledge and efface the worldly stains
By struggle signs of struggle are erased
The way prepared for resurrection, clean & violet lace
Yielding to the sound of the machines, Robinson meditates on the struggle involved in achieving a natural state of union with the flux. Affirmation isn’t easy, after all.
Readers will find that it is not all just being burned alive by the sun in Man with Head Removed, though moments in which physical struggle is combined with philosophical searching in a somewhat “heavy” manner are those I will remember:
Heavy Objects to Failure
Negative rep while building the pyramids
Lowering limestone as slowly as possible
holding tension through the movement, conscious of my form
Into a perfect fitted space, cut beyond
understanding— there will be no sound,
nothing escapes slabs joined in matrimony forever by gravity
And I cannot reverse the tide but only slow
the inevitable— going to failure grows you
and nothing else does— every overcoming is a down-going
Here, “to failure” references lifting weights, specifically taking a set to the point where you can’t lift anymore—what it takes to “grow you.” Robinson turns this intense but easily available activity into a meditation on eternal return and a means of connection with ancient forces. The space between the plates is as tight as the slabs that built the pyramids. Speaking of lifting weights and building the pyramids may be read as a celebration of “man’s” achievement, whereby the pyramids’ eternal matrimony of stone on stone is a monument resisting decay. However, Robinson is more about becoming; I therefore read the actual effect of this line as an attempt to demonstrate an active, ongoing synthesis of material weight, history, and language in the movement of becoming. Put another way, “nothing escapes slabs joined in matrimony forever by gravity” says that everything is becoming according to nature’s signal: mind, language, stone. “Lifting” that into the poetry with novelty, complexity, and style is no small accomplishment.
Introducing him to the crowd at a Boxx Press reading, Corey Qureshi described Robinson as a “visionary poet.” Man with Head Removed justifies that name with its attendant mix of mysticism, impropriety, and philosophical searching. The work is also visionary in that it reveals something, a spiritual “vision” for poetry that is rare nowadays. It will be exciting to see how future volumes track that visionary quality in its “becoming.” In the meantime, we have the weight and variety of Man with Head Removed to deal with.
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