The Ledge

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Book:	The Ledge
Author:	Michael Collier
Honors:	2000 LATimes–Poetry finalist 2000 NBCC–Poetry finalist Score: 12.5
Genres:	Poetry books
Publisher:	Houghton Mifflin Company

A new collection of poetry by the director of the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, which celebrates its seventy-fifth anniversary in 2000. “Dark splendor” are the words Edward Hirsch uses to describe the poems of the award-winning author Michael Collier. Collier’s new work balances on the ledge between the everyday and the unknown, revealing the hidden depths of relationships. The poems in The Ledge are narrative and colloquial, musical and crystalline, at once intimate and sharp-edged. They render the world beautifully mysterious as they slide into unexpected emotional territory. A son loses his father’s favorite hammer, and with it his trust. In “The Wave,” the enthusiastic crowd at a baseball game rises and sits in frightening unison, belying their hopeful cheering. In “Fathom and League,” a dive two miles deep in the Pacific reveals the submerged volcanoes of the ocean and the soul. In many of the poems, the familiar animal world - of dogs and sparrows and possums in the yard - transfigures the view through a window. As director of the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference, Collier has reinvigorated one of America’s most important literary institutions. The artistry and directness of The Ledge confirm his place among the most significant poets of his generation.

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The first poem in Michael Collier’s fourth collection, The Ledge, suggests a difference between youthful readers and mature ones. The young read more quickly, as though they’ll be asked to recount the plot highlights. Older readers relish the details, using literature to slide their own lives under the magnifying glass. “Argos” is an excellent prelude, which prepares us for The Ledge’s roundabout insights and surprising truths.

Collier’s poetry often addresses large-scale questions of faith—or at least questions that used to be large-scale and have now been deflated by ironic disbelief. Probably every century since the advent of Christianity has witnessed innumerable mock crucifixions, with girls pretending to hammer a boy onto a cross while he lolls his head “in that familiar / defeated way.” In the past, the game might have provoked terror, or empathy, or at least awe at the sheer sinfulness of humans. In our era, however, the boy’s penis stiffens comically, “like one of Satan’s fingers”:

I was dying a savior’s death and yet
what my sisters called my “thing,”
struggled against extinction
as if its resurrection could not be held off
by this playful holy torture.

Using such sneaky, colloquial humor, Collier expertly discriminates between the rarefied thoughts we’re supposed to have and the ones we actually have.

Elsewhere, Collier writes about the emotional burdens that fathers and sons are doomed to place on each other. In “The Hammer,” an adult recalls losing his father’s treasured hammer, and covering his tracks with a lie that has never fully vanished. “The Choice” finds a child struggling with a similar agony: is it better to dissemble or disappoint? Collier’s voice in The Ledge is consistently that of one thoughtful, reasonable father talking to another—and maybe, some years from now, to the son who has finally become a father himself. —John Ponyicsanyi